<?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-11662574</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:58:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless but Not Hopeless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-113341393498843280</id><published>2005-12-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:29:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't feel up to it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I find that i'm very much a person who would do things according to feelings. a lot of examples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;:: don't feel like going out for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;:: don't feel like updating my blog though i've got quite a number of things to write about. but when i feel up to it to do so, i haven't have the time. erm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;:: don't feel like talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;:: don't feel like being friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;:: don't feel like responding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;well..of course these only happens once in a while especially when i'm emotionally down or when i got up from the wrong side of the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;sometimes i wonder are all these attributed to laziness or emotions. erm...doesn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-113341393498843280?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/113341393498843280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=113341393498843280' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/113341393498843280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/113341393498843280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-feel-up-to-it.html' title='Don&apos;t feel up to it..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-112254425335410534</id><published>2005-07-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:07:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Long Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realizing that i've left my blog untouched for a month, it's definitely time for me to clean up the cobwebs accumulated...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;:: a continuation from my previous 2 entries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a biG HUGE praise and thank God for paulie's blood test results. It shows that he's clean. I felt truly grateful and at the same time relieved. he too felt that way. he said he felt like he's been given a 2nd chance to live on. A BIG thank you for everyone's prayers and concern!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: BLC 2005 retreat** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;this sub-entry was intended for 18th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent the weekend in Peace Haven, Genting. It was a good church camp though a bit short. Great time of getting to know each other better especially when i only get to meet this group of people once a week and that also limited to catching up with a handful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i enjoyed most about this camp is the "opportunity" to stay in a dorm full of girls since i last did this was many years ago. Imagine what kind of mischieve we can get ourselves into when you put girls together hehe...nah nothing hazardous happened. Taking pictures at night in the cold was pretty fun too. Had heaps of laughter putting on weird poses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Oh! the romanopoly game was really exciting too. I've never seen people going crazy over 1 cents. In this game, everyone had to dress in roman empire period attire. To play the game, we are all given 10 x 1 cent each. At the start of the game, we get into groups of 3 to toss our coin. Out of 3 coins tossed, the odd one wins. That's how we earn more cents. Periodically the enemy will capture civilians to be put in the prison. And people who ran out of money would automatically become slaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Civilians could save the prisoners and slaves by paying a price using whatever amount of money they have. From here, we could see people giving up their belonging for the sake of their love ones. There were some who didn't bother to do so because they'd rather keep the money. hehe those selfish dudes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That night, instead ot retiring to bed early despite feeling tired, we played a game of pictionary. I felt ashamed for my drawing sucks! Nevertheless, we won the game..hehe close match. Loads and loads of laughter. LOL *remembering my own drawing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0068_resized" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28705692_aa261f0e48_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;rachel, grace, carmen, jo @ breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0071_resized" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28706028_e4c770005f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;isn't Mynn adorable?? She is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN0090_resized" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28706029_5f25b7777b_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;ini, mini, maini, mo!! which hand izzit??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0067_resized" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28705691_12a82c2d71_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;everyone @ breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0129_resized" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28883590_dc2819dd91_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;powderful streetfighters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0137_resized" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28883593_0cf49d2729_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;crazy bunch of people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN0135_resized" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28883592_82180e55eb_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;deng..deng..deng........deng..deng..deng....*haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="DSCN0109_resized" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/28706030_81d0eaabd6_s.jpg" width="75" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="DSCN0110_resized" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/28706031_ac1c61a125_s.jpg" width="75" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="DSCN0111_resized" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/28706032_d08fca2ccf_s.jpg" width="75" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="DSCN0112_resized" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28706033_10aefe679b_s.jpg" width="75" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-112254425335410534?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/112254425335410534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=112254425335410534' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/112254425335410534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/112254425335410534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-overdue-update_28.html' title='the Long Overdue Update'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111657640893056944</id><published>2005-06-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:50:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;**this entry was composed on 20th May 2005. This was written in a desperation to confide in someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;How often in our lives we find ourselves in a state of helplessness. My mind is so clouded that I don't know what to do; don't know what to feel; It ache so much inside that nothing at the moment could ease that pain. All i want to do is just stare into thin air and hope that everything would just fade away once i regained my consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;All of a sudden, all i hope for, all i thought that'd stay with me at least for the next 1/2 of my life seems to be blurry. Life is just so fragile, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Lord, i pray for your comfort and peace. I know no matter how uncertain, how difficult, how impossible it seemed, you're still in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;We are bound to feel helpless but never hopeless because our hope is in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111657640893056944?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111657640893056944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111657640893056944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111657640893056944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111657640893056944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/06/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111928748449306334</id><published>2005-06-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:30:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the past couple of weeks, i kept wanting to blog some of my thoughts but fail to do so because i couldn't piece my thoughts together to form something focus. It was just too scattered, too random. I finally sat myself in front of the computer to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;about this thing which was bothering me for the past 1 month. I was just too troubled to blog about anything else. All my thoughts were revolving around that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever ask yourself how would you feel, if your lifespan is being shorten to only 3 years? Would you have regrets for anything? Would you choose to live the remaining days differently? Would you start spending more time with your love ones? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why that question? &lt;/em&gt;You may ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In approximately 7 hours, we would know the result. The long awaited day has finally come. It was nerve-wrecking having to wait 1 month. I know he's anxious, worried and fearful. Nevertheless, we are going to face this together. We hope for the best but prepare for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wey..What if IT IS?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Life adversities are inevitable..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That was the answer he gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's always easy to accept something pleasant and beautiful. However, it doesn't always work that way in life. We have to learn to accept the total opposite too whether we like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think life isn't about fairness or unfairness that is commonly discussed. Personally, it's simply about being happy, realizing our desires/dreams, be a blessing to make the world a better place to live in, living life to the fullest so that ultimately...memories are significantly our proudest moments instead of regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll end this entry with a paragraph taken from the song &lt;em&gt;"Heaven" &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..I don't need no one to tell me about heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..I look at my daughter, and I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..I can see the sunset and I perceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111928748449306334?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111928748449306334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111928748449306334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111928748449306334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111928748449306334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-awaited-day.html' title='The long awaited day..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111776928273695271</id><published>2005-06-03T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:28:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I had to walk from Menara Maybank to Masjid Jamek train station yesterday after a meeting. Prior to the meeting, i parked my car at Bangsar train station so i could avoid the jam in town area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;During the walk which was approximately 200m, i suddenly realized i haven't been taking these got-to-catch-the-public-transport walk in a long time. I supposed it's due to that, that i automatically took a better notice of everything that was happening along the way to the station. There are people waiting for bus; people walking like me; drivers staring out of their car window while waiting in line to move; motorcyclist swerving in and out perhaps to get to their destination asap; hawkers busy selling their food; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Some thoughts went thru my mind at that time. I wonder amidst all busyness in life, do people slow down their pace to ponder and reflect on all happenings in their lives? Well, i hope at least i will do that once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;These days, i feel life is so fragile...therefore, i hope everyone including myself will appreciate every single experience that we're being put through, every single person that we come in contact with, everything that we're being blessed with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111776928273695271?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111776928273695271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111776928273695271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111776928273695271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111776928273695271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-walk.html' title='A good walk'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111742103979061996</id><published>2005-05-30T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:43:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why NOT APPRECIATIVE?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's just awful when you hear about your friends having to go thru "down" times. It's worst if you feel that nothing you say will enter them, nothing you do could help them or rather nothing you could do at all...we could only lend a listening ear and be present to support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hate to hear about guys letting go their current relationship with a nice, pleasant girl to try out with other girls whom they think would suit them more. It's even more frustrating when they let go on a relationship which has been built over several years. I know i shouldn't be judgemental towards these issues especially if i'm not in it myself. However, i think it's all bullshit when one party explains his rationale behind giving up when it's all merely showing that he has lost interest in what's current and shows interest in the kind of "spicyness" and "freshness" that he could get out of the new relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why are they NOT APPRECIATIVE of what they have but instead keep looking out for what's better when they don't even try to see that they themselves are not perfect??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wanted to say this but i couldn't do it in front of my friend. So i'll do it here...it's just occupying web space. That guy's a bastard!!! for leaving my friend... pardon me my friend if you read this. but HE IS!! don't go wasting your time on such people...it's just not worth it!! I will slap him if he's in front of me!! hehe...no no don't worry...i'm not into violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know i sound bias cuz' that's my friend i'm talking about. but i don't care!! i think people who don't know how to be appreciative are not worth wasting your time on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111742103979061996?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111742103979061996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111742103979061996' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111742103979061996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111742103979061996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-not-appreciative.html' title='Why NOT APPRECIATIVE?!'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111623035859182319</id><published>2005-05-16T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:40:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was approached by a friend of mine to audition for a role in a music video. 1st thought...why me? After getting a better understanding on what is required of me, i thought it'd be a good experience as i haven't done anything like this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The audition was carried out in an informal manner. I was pretty nervous at first. Not sure what they'll make me do. However i told myself, i'm just trying it out for the fun of it. That was what i told them in a short introduction of myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Flirt with the plant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That was what i had to do. It's part of the script. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. At that moment, i was tempted to pull out. but......i thought "com 'mon, don't be a chicken".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Before we began, they took 3 shots of me. Front potrait, 45 degrees to my left &amp; right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I asked the director for some ideas how to express that line. I went away to prepare for about 5 minutes. I came back and told them i was ready. As the video camera lady went "reeeaaddyy...camera rolll...." i felt shy, didn't really know what i was doing. For a brief few seconds...i said "ok...*haha* that's all".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mockstar &amp;amp; paulie was told to wait outside after that 1st run. Perhaps mien(director) &amp; AnG(video camera person) thought i'd do better without their presence. Mien gave me some useful tips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She told me to imagine myself trying to get to know this guy whom i love very much. Flirt with him unabashedly. However after several attempts, he's not impress, he's not interested at all. So i'd get nervous, aggitated, felt used cuz' i gave out my heart and he doesn't feel anything. Nervousness eventually leads to anger, frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With that in mind, i gave it another go. Mien said i showed improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the 2nd attempt, they did an acting exercise with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;::Show that i'm really happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;::Show how i'd look when i knew someone broke my drum set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;::Show how discouraged &amp;amp; disappointed i'd be when i didn't get thru in a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Done with the exercise. I gave it my 3rd try. This time, with the idea that i should be more vocal. Mien said i can talk, scream, walk or run around, stomp my foot, cry etc. I felt i did slightly better. At least my expressions shown were clearer for what it was meant for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Phew...i thought that was it. But they said "Orite..last try now". A different approach. This time with Mien guiding me on the details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: So i started off by sitting with my back against the wall, trying to get the guy to talk to me. I said something like "you wanna do something, sometime soon together?..err...sports, anything...err &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mien&lt;/strong&gt;: "ok stand up now and dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I was like "shit!, why did i say clubbing???". I stood up and moved a bit shyly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mien: &lt;/strong&gt;Ok, the guy's not impress. He's telling you to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;you don't like it? umm..it's ok. why not u teach me...i can..i can be good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mien: &lt;/strong&gt;Nah..girl..don't expect me to waste time on you. now go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I continued persuading him to give me a chance by convincing him that i could do just anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mien: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't wanna listen to you girl...he's walking away...what are you gonna do? Go on your knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I thought WAT?? go on my knees...alright...i started begging him to stay. But he won't. Anger starting to well up. I tried expressing that out. I squated down and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mien: &lt;/strong&gt;Hit the all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I hit the wall. Angry. Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;*Cut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;That was all spontaneous. Phew....acting is a tough job, i thought. Nevertheless, it was a great experience. Whether i win or not is not important. At least i got a taste of how it is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111623035859182319?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111623035859182319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111623035859182319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111623035859182319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111623035859182319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/audition.html' title='Audition'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111588477636597031</id><published>2005-05-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:04:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that led to being emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day broke off with full of emotions...making me feel miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The day continues on with more emotions welling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thought of writing about last nite but don't feel ready to do so. Nothing disastrous but it makes me feel gloomy like how the sky appeared to be this morning. I'm grateful that whatever attributed to the argument was sorted out before the break of dawn. At least, doubts were cleared; misunderstandings were clarified; Guilt-ridden for words of hurt spoken. But it did not stop there. Guilt led to apology; it led to reconciliation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though i felt relieve after making peace, i could still feel a slight emotional pain within me. Perhaps i haven't fully recover which on a regular basis would have worn out by the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's ok. Nothing to worry. Just wanted to express out that emotion instead of letting it continue churning within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111588477636597031?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111588477636597031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111588477636597031' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111588477636597031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111588477636597031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-that-led-to-being-emotional.html' title='Something that led to being emotional'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111563418755164656</id><published>2005-05-09T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:24:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;...HELPLESS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;that is the word i want to descibe my day. No details given this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;From several incidents, i strongly agree with the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too many cooks spoil the broth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111563418755164656?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111563418755164656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111563418755164656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111563418755164656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111563418755164656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111528135495240387</id><published>2005-05-05T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:11:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Let me finish up on the last day of the trip while my memory is still fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I made everyone get up extra early since it's our last day there and of course we wanna make the best out of it. We were too early for breakfast...so we walked around the island and notice some miniature crabs among some rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10818735_706dea2dc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: hunting for crabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10818734_fa67ce30c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: me watching them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Due to our experience on Day 2 (i mean the part where all snorkelling equipments were rented out)...we were so kiasu, immediately after breakfast, we head towards the beach..got ready..collected all equipments and our canoes. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;This time we canoed to another island. Clearer water &amp; better beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10958047_a45118fd10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: The beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Oh! there's this jelly mite in the sea which i hate. it BITES!! and worst is you don't see them. it feels like ants biting. it's very annoying...makes u itch...ish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10958048_9e87d8cf37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: jelly mite BITING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10958050_eab02ba0b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: Guit &amp;amp; myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After this trip, i feel that i'm really a beach person. i love the feeling of the warmth from the sun on my skin. Normally i'd afraid of heat. Ask my colleagues about this, they'd all nod their heads. However, when i'm at the beach, my tolerance level towards the sun would suddenly increase. My mum would always complain that i'm crazy....people usually strive towards being fair...with the help of all whitening products these days...and as oppose to that i like being tan. *haha*..well of course not too tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fOR mORE pHOTOS, bROWSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89275566@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/89275566@N00/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10959159_fd9738cac2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: completing this entry with this photo....too tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111528135495240387?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111528135495240387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111528135495240387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111528135495240387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111528135495240387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/sun-sea-sand-hunks-babes-day-3.html' title='Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 3)'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111527748153430266</id><published>2005-05-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:18:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sigh..i have to undo the retirement entry i posted the other day. It's disappointing...the buyer changed his mind on the purchase of the 2 shop lots. Legally they are not suppose to do that as they have already paid the deposit &amp;amp; sign some documents. Unfortunately they called up the bank to stop the payment otherwise as a compensation to my parents, the deposit will be forfeited. mmm..it's really disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Due to that, the real-estate agent will continue searching for other potential buyer while my parents continue on with the business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At the mean time, my entry on "Retirement" will remain but to be used later on. Well..hopefully sometime real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111527748153430266?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111527748153430266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111527748153430266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111527748153430266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111527748153430266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/05/undo-retirement_04.html' title='Undo retirement'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111476750407257009</id><published>2005-04-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:38:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My mum just broke a news to me. Few months back my dad engaged a real-estate agent to look for a buyer for the 2 shop lots where my parents occupy currently for the furniture business which has been established since at least 25 years ago. And....they finally manage to close the deal and thankfully it's a reasonably good deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was glad and excited when i heard the news cuz' that'd mean that my parents will retire very soon and get rest and have time for themselves finally after so many years of toiling and long working hours. Thanks to them that i could enjoy everything that was provided from daily needs, academically, comfortable living and others that has attributed to all that i've acquired. Hence, be the person i am today. Their hard work has been paid off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you Mum &amp; Dad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know mum has got mix feelings toward this due to concerns of getting adjusted to no daily routine to keep her occupy and no income. I pray that she'll get adjusted without much hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I guess another reason i felt glad is cuz' she'll be spending more time at home. That'd also mean that i'd be getting home cook food kekeke...and at least getting the presence of someone else rather than going home to an empty house. That has been the way since schooling days. Well...i've gotten use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111476750407257009?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111476750407257009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111476750407257009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111476750407257009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111476750407257009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111468072081864883</id><published>2005-04-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:52:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ooaahhh *stretched* ...waking up the next day, hearing the waves pounding, i went to the balcony, sat on the hanging rattan seat. Watching the sunrise, the sea, waves and fishes swimming gives me a very warm feeling. I like it...appreciating the nature is not what i'd do everyday. It makes me feel that God's creation is just so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After breakfast, we went for a walk at the beach and took some photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10818170_9e7493fcee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: come on...say cheese!!! u all look like half awake... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Next, we got changed and prepare to collect our equipments from the station. Unfortunately we got there late, all equipments were rented out to the other group. ish...!! disappointing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;AND they ran out of paddles!! that means we can't canoe... hmp!! Pity my friend, since she only dares to go into the water with all the necessary gears, which we don't have...not even 1 set...she chose to hang out on the beach while we swim near the shore, looking at the other group enjoying themselves...hhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Come to think of it, Day 2 is a lazy day cuz' after lunch, we took nap till evening since it was too hot to go out in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;The highlight for Day 2 is the massage!! We were offered a complimentary massage for 4 person with 2 hot stone therapy and 2 the regular 25mins massage. It was an interesting experience. It was my first time getting full body massage...err...except my boobs. *kekeke* You know i was a bit worried that she'll just remove my towel &amp; start massaging that part...feel shy...i won't want that definitely. Being a ticklish person, i couldn't fully relax myself. Even the masseur felt the tense in me and kept telling me to relax. I felt as if all my muscles got loosen up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;That nite, while in the middle of our bbq dinner, one of the staff gave a performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10818731_436622b3b9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: Swinging fire performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;that was an entertaining performance. he could just swing and swing with speed steadily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;We hung out at the jetty after dinner....feeding mosquitoes &amp;amp; chatted. Just appreciating the night view. The rest of the nite was just lazing in the room, watching movie and munching snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111468072081864883?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111468072081864883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111468072081864883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111468072081864883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111468072081864883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/sun-sea-sand-hunks-babes-day-2.html' title='Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 2)'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111436039111156992</id><published>2005-04-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:40:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wooOOooo...i had a wonderful 3 days 2 nites at Gem Island (GIsle). i think it's 1 of my better trips. for those who don't know where GIsle is...it's situated in the east coast, Terengganu...it's a small island adjacent to some of the more well known islands like redang, perhentian, kapas islands. For those who enjoy beaches, sea, sun N don't mind getting tan...you'd definitely love GIsle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my alarm was suppose to go off @ 4am. However, i was awake @ 3am and couldn't go back to sleep. get myself out of bed, freshen up, go thru my stuff for the final time just to ensure that i didn't leave anything important behind though..my bf kept saying the most important thing is the air ticket.. ***well of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;had our 1st round of breakfast and head towards guit's place. met up with Ad &amp; guit...and thereafter we (4 of us) head off in a cab to KLIA to catch our 7:20am flight to Kuala Terengganu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10682210_ca70407cf3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;:2nd round of breakfast @ McD, KLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10686480_a3cdd6897f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;:Waiting to board the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Once we arrive Kuala Terengganu airport, we hired a cab to bring us to Marang jetty (eer...yups..i think it's Marang).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10808854_ac9026e8b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;:Boat ride from jetty to Gem Island resort. This is 1 of my favourite part of the trip...shok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10808855_572e3fa6a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: View of Gem Island Resort from afar... beautiful isn't it?? heh.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10808856_ac84ed402f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: Interior of villa we stayed in. I like the settings...gives you the cozy, laid back, vacation kind of feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;After getting settled in, we got changed &amp;amp; hit the beach immediately. Put on our snorkeling gears...and went blup blup blup. It's such a calm feeling underwater...seeing the fishes swim. oh!! i saw Nemo!! oh! and baby Nemo!!! they're sooo cute....just like what's seen in the movie - Finding Nemo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;After lunch, a group of cyclist consisting of 63 people checked into the resort. So, the place was more "yit lau". Not too crowded though. Get to see more babes in bikinis (my bf commented the bikini wore by 1 of the girl from the other group looked more like undergarment..*Hahaha* funny..) and hunks...err...hunks with big tummy considered hunks??? *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10810592_ef78d80fda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: Resort welcome reception area. Behind where i stand is the small swimming pool (this one with salt water hehe...don't be deceived..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10810591_fff462636b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: eating area....overlooking the sea but too bad it's over expose...so can't see the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Later in the evening when the sun gone down a bit, we got a bit more adventurous and canoed over to the island opposite. When we reach the shore...paulie told me to get off first...i lost balance when i stood up...i fell on my back... aakk!! and was in pain. wanna see how i look in pain? *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10811170_f3272e3a4f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: ok..that's me in pain...trying to endure the pain in order not to cause panic. was near to tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;eekk...eee...that fall gave me 2 bruises :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;we did snorkeling....fed the fishes with bread...it's an undescribable feeling watching them eat underwater. Took some photos &amp; canoed back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10817642_7a9f7170a7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: paulie getting a bit "miang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;we didn't get enough of playing with water...so we took another short swim in the small pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10818167_230b35ad81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: that's a real dolphin ok.... :P the 2 black thingy on the body is just some growth....she is sick...poor thing :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;After all the "work out"...we washed up and went for dinner. It was good dinner with wine that made me sleepy...*heh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10818168_ee2b23df8a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;: good dinner....mm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;mm...that's quite a bit for 1 day ya. my friend who've been there said by 8pm we'd sure feel tired &amp;amp; sleepy after the whole day's activity. hehe...quite true...by 10pm plus...started to "la-la" already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111436039111156992?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111436039111156992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111436039111156992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111436039111156992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111436039111156992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/sun-sea-sand-hunks-babes-day-1.html' title='Sun, Sea, Sand &amp; Hunks? Babes? (Day 1)'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111396200461281222</id><published>2005-04-20T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:21:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There's something wrong with the tone of voice i use on the phone??!!! sound too serious?? sound offensive?? unfriendly?? impatient?? well...over the years, i got comments with regards to the tone of voice i use on the phone. Perhaps, it makes the caller feel intimidated, i'm not sure. But, in actual fact, that's just my style. I'm totally not angry or upset about anything. Of course, i'm sure the caller'd be able to tell the difference if i'm angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Come to think of it, i think i inherited this attribute from my mum. During schooling days, if so happen my mum picks up any call for me, my friend would comment that my mum sounds fierce... "anything wrong??" haha... that's also my mum's style by nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't mind people giving me that kind of comments. I've always thought "ahh..it's ok, they just don't understand me". Somehow, i think differently now. Perhaps i should consciously try to sound more friendly on the phone...a method my friend taught me, smile and say hello...it does work...although that smile isn't seen....somehow it'll be heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111396200461281222?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111396200461281222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111396200461281222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111396200461281222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111396200461281222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title='HELLO!!!'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111341027974768631</id><published>2005-04-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:06:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An act of reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2 days ago, i suddenly find myself consciously reminiscing my time spent in oz completing my final year studies. mmm...that was about 3 years ago. my memories be it sweet or sour *hehe* are still vivid. faces, glimpse of certain events, places i've visited &amp; stayed flashed through my mind just like a slide show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i recalled the emotions i felt on the day i packed my stuff, handed our apartment keys back to the real-estate agent, sat in a cab which was bringing us to the airport to catch a flight back to Malaysia...my home country. i felt horrible throughout the whole journey from Caulfield to Melbourne airport. i was looking out the window, near to tears....observing the scenery as if i was not going back to oz again. Perhaps it's the thought of being there, staying there for a period of time as a student. That was definitely gonna be the final time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As i look back, i really miss my time there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my friend pythonx, who was my then housemate and who obtained PR and stayed back in oz....tempted me to go over...stay several months...get a contract job...saying that the experience would do me good. Of course the idea sounded good...hehe like a nomad wonder from 1 place to another without much to consider. However..i asked him, how am i suppose to get exemption from work for such a long time unless i quit my job? how about my plans to *ahem* settle down? Finally, he chuckled &amp;amp; said "well...forget what i said then, &amp; stick to the bigger plan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nevertheless, at times i'd still have the longing to "resurrect" the memory by trying out what pythonx suggested. Just a thought...don't think i'll do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111341027974768631?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111341027974768631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111341027974768631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111341027974768631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111341027974768631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/act-of-reminiscence.html' title='An act of reminiscence'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111295042557545562</id><published>2005-04-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:56:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far-fetch dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Dream what you want to dream;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Go where you want to go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Be what you want to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Because you have only one life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;And one chance to do all the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;You want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;that was an excerpt from one of the forwarded emails i got from a friend. that particular paragraph caught my eye...especially the line "&lt;em&gt;Be what you want to be&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;... simple?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;easier said than done. pursuing dreams without taking into consideration factors like finance to sustain you throughout the pursuit, courage to risk messing up your career path, perseverance when faced with hiccups along the way, determination to press on till you reach the finish line, being firm even when it takes being different from the common path that your peers would take?? it ain't simple at all! perhaps that is why some dreams will always remain as dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: qualify enough to play as a musician at places like hotel lounges on a part-time basis...say 2 week days every week and get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;** i came close to this. was practising and planning for gigs with a band. my band pulled thru times without a permanent &amp; committed bassist. unfortunately, now our vocalist is taking a long break and that leaves us a band without a vocalist...*Haha* well..we're currently idle while waiting to get a new vocalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: compete as an athlete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: join expeditions to poor countries to help the people in any way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: travel the world and experience different cultures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: take a 2 months break, go live somewhere else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;** very tempted to do this...at least that gives me a chance to make use of my PR. sigh...how could i possibly take 2 months leave..??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;those are my dreams that are probably hard to come true though not impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;some of my other more reachable dreams are like trying scuba diving, white water rafting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I realize, most of the time something'd hold us back from pursuing our dreams. Yup, of course there is a price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perhaps i have to Q myself how significant reaching a particular dream to me is, in order to determine whether is it worthwhile going all out for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111295042557545562?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111295042557545562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111295042557545562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111295042557545562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111295042557545562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/far-fetch-dreams.html' title='Far-fetch dreams..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111202469477759312</id><published>2005-04-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:10:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little little things that make us happy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;**this entry was intended for 25th March 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As i grow older, i realize we're not easily satisfy with what we have or where we are. How often we say "how nice if i could have..." or "how good if i could just be like..." or "i think i'll feel happier when i ..." or "how i envy...". we're no longer easily amuse. we seldom laugh at silly little things. we rarely look at ourselves and be content, be appreciative, be grateful. instead, we often complain and fuss about our flaws eventho it could be our strength. don't get me wrong, of course it's good to realize our weaknesses and improve from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i remember something my friend, wei said. she said "if i could have one wish, i would ask that i may have normal skin condition..." that was because she has been enduring some skin sensitivity issue for some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it struck me that we often take things for granted. things that we think we will always have them with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;little things that make us happy...have we ever thought of that? how often do we actually pause and notice something ordinary that we might come across daily.... be it the same people we meet everyday, path that we walk so frequently, environment that we are too familiar and comfortable with, daily activities that already seemed mundane, songs that probably no longer appear to be music to our ears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've been thinking what are simple things that'd make my day.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: smile at someone and get a smile in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: when i see a clear blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: chat with a friend without being restricted by time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: being able to talk to a person whom i used to find it difficult to approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: laugh out loud about something silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: watch children play &amp; enjoy themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:: when i can make someone else's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'll continue to ponder abt this. While i'm at that i'll leave you with this question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What are simple little things that'd make YOU happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111202469477759312?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111202469477759312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111202469477759312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111202469477759312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111202469477759312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-little-things-that-make-us.html' title='little little things that make us happy..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111271671043329119</id><published>2005-04-06T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:18:25.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;arrgh..!! a few colleagues commented that i looked like i lost some weight!! worst is i think i agree with them!! &lt;strong&gt;Oh NOO!! i'm not getting thinner, AM I??!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wonder what can i do about it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1.eat more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2.exercise regularly to improve appetite.hence be able to eat more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3.take some appetite-stimulating supplements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4.take 6 meals a day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gee...i've tried most of it..oh! except number 4 of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not sure why these days i haven't got such good appetite. not sure what's contributing to me feeling that way. where's the fishee who could once eat &lt;strong&gt;3 BOWLS of RICE&lt;/strong&gt;?? *hehe* a group of my friends would know what i'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sometimes when the weather gets too warm....it puts me off...i'd just eat sufficient portion for the sake of filling my stomach and to avoid from triggering gastric. sometimes....*shy* it's plain laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mmm...the problem with me is (trust me, i'm really not trying to boast here ok..)....it's very difficult for me to gain weight unless i CONSISTENTLY eat EXTREMELY a lot. then i'll probably see the results in a month's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;anyone reading this may feel free to leave a comment or email me if you've got suggestions to fatten me up...&lt;/em&gt;*haha*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111271671043329119?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111271671043329119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111271671043329119' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111271671043329119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111271671043329119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/disaster.html' title='Disaster!!'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111275730069545688</id><published>2005-04-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:54:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years together..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;without realizing.. it's been 2 years that hau &amp; i have been together. 2 complete years filled with joy, excitement, compromise, disappointment, discouragement, learning, humility, romance hehe.., passion, thrill, affection...the list goes on and on...in short a lot of ups and downs..a lot of emotions involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a week ago we talked about how to celebrate since we both leaked out our plans on the gift. we agreed on simple celebration, no need expensive gifts or elaborate dinner.... *grin* actually i was pretty broke after spending on my mum's 50th birthday gift &amp;amp; still owing....*eeee*. the whole week leading to the celebration, i was quite tied up at work. As the day approaches, i was getting worried as i still donno what to get him, worst still no time to plan *sheesh*. finally, i bought some fancy papers, thought of making a card cum photo holder.i didn't have time to start on the card till 1 day before the celebration. unfortunately, that night i came back from work, feeling like i'm on the verge of falling sick. Ignoring that, i began at it and manage to complete...not quite like what i imagined it to be but still ok i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the next day, true enough i got up feeling sick. wasn't too bad though...and in order not to spoil the fun i suggested we proceed with the plan. i wasn't expecting anything special..just something simple. turned out, i really enjoyed our evening together, really liked the thing he did for me. when i unwrapped the pressie...and saw what it was, i was really touched. it's a photo frame filled with small little pictures of us. i was laughing at some of the photos...it's like happy moments of us being captured at different time but all put together. looking at it just puts a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89275566@N00/8585577/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/8585577_23cee63aa2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i enjoyed the dinner very much too. we went to Tamarind Springs @ Ampang. they serve Vietnamese, Cambodian and Laotian food...very soothing atmosphere dining upon airy treetop balcony... he asked me if i like this better than what he did for me on V-day. well...of course!! **clearly remember what happened that day**. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/8587645_120c8433f3_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mm...come to think of it, we go all out to do things for our love ones...i'm sure we appreciate, we cherish these very much....but i do hope that relationships will never be firmed upon superficiality instead it'll mean more than that...it'll mean being there thru thick &amp; thin, showing care even when you feel exhausted, putting up with him/her even when he/she is intolerable/being unreasonable, appreciate people/that person everyday, shut-up &amp;amp; listen when that person needs nobody but a listener..etc.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/8589436_acd289b291_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111275730069545688?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111275730069545688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111275730069545688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111275730069545688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111275730069545688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-years-together_03.html' title='2 years together..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662574.post-111197699126503758</id><published>2005-03-28T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:47:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;last friday night we bid farewell to joo...who's leaving for Toowoomba, Australia to start a new chapter of life. we wished him all the best. mm..we're gonna miss him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/DSCN0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; 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So....err....how do i do that? I started exploring with "hello"... and aftera while i was beginning to feel "mang chang" (agitated) as i could only get the photo to display as a post entry and not on my profile.fortunately after a few attempts i manage to find out how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never developed an interest for recording daily events in diary. Perhaps that's due to the fear of having it disclosed. you know.. *eyes rolling* especially during schooling if you write about who did you have a crush on or similar stuff. However, for the pass weeks i have been reading some of my friends' blogs. And from that, it spurred up an interest to start one of my own. another reason i got hyped up was another colleague is starting a blog too. i thought this blog could be a good place for me to pour my complaints, to lament, to pen down my reflection, to record all ups and downs of part and parcel of my life and etc. I'm not sure whether i'll pick up the habit to write regularly or is this gonna be a "tiga minit panas" sort of hobby for me but well...at least i try and learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult for a person like me to write..to even start the first word of this post entry i had to think so hard....as if...i'm submitting this for an essay competition...come on la..stop trying so hard..just write ok!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662574-111167710172033979?l=fisheediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/feeds/111167710172033979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662574&amp;postID=111167710172033979' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111167710172033979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662574/posts/default/111167710172033979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisheediary.blogspot.com/2005/03/learning-curve.html' title='Learning Curve..'/><author><name>fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17096907683886910852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/4317/640/19feb05%200673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
