<?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-14583635</id><updated>2011-09-27T09:21:13.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Learning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-7084099751539358550</id><published>2009-05-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:07:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a bit depress</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since i last blog. Today the urge to pen my feeling has been great. i been wondering about somethg a lot these days. I remembered clearly the last quarrel with M. I was angry when he is talking nonsense when reading nursery rhymes to our CS. Then he started to scorned and with a gloom face he shouted back.. "this is how i was when you know me , why are you trying to change me?"&lt;br /&gt;  This phrase etched long enough in my memory till now.. our quarrel was three weeks ago... i told myself I can't change him and shouldn't change him when we get married but then now it educating our next generation and i must also have it his way.. Then isn't his sentence a big irony? if i let him has his way in educating the kid (the way which i detest and don't want) isn't this a form of him trying to change me.!! NOw if i can't change him (which I don't) and he shouldn't try an influence me (which i find myself giving in all the times) then whose way are we going to adopt when we educate our next generation..&lt;br /&gt;  All that is going through my mind these days is too soon.. i shouldn't get mary so fast and even before i get used to marriage life, i shouldn't have a baby.. I am so sad n regret of my life now that i feel trapped and lost .. i feel miserable and that i have no way to turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many nice examples of good husbands near him.. the sis's hb , his dad and my bro.. All i want is his respect for me.. is it that hard.. if he isn't my soulmate and can't see my point of view why oh why did i marry him in the first place?? The same fear i have back then before ROM came back to me.. I just regret my decision wish i was wiser and more clear minded back then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-7084099751539358550?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7084099751539358550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=7084099751539358550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/7084099751539358550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/7084099751539358550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bit-depress.html' title='feeling a bit depress'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-1563718687489443587</id><published>2008-11-23T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:04:27.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 as 1</title><content type='html'>           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;How often i see this phrase in couples' wedding invites, the day where 2 become 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Now is that even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;possible. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;uman are born as the more intelligent animal on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The irony part is that human often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; outsmart themse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lves and hence they are also the m&lt;/span&gt;ost complex animal on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Are you wondering why I am typing the above? There are thousands of questions that flows across my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ind every seconds so many unanswered question that I dont even know if i am fast enough to type em all o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;ut.. But so what if i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;   How is it possible that 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; individuals who spend at least 20 years of their lives separate from one another only to find themse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;lve become 1 on a particular day. Is that even possible.. can 20 years of thinking merge into 1 over n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ight? No wonder there a saying that the greatest undefeatable enemy is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-1563718687489443587?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1563718687489443587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=1563718687489443587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/1563718687489443587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/1563718687489443587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-as-1.html' title='2 as 1'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-6424602433322302071</id><published>2008-11-11T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:30:19.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private world once owned now lost</title><content type='html'>After marriage, a sense of lost.&lt;br /&gt;Lost of own private moment and not sure how to spend the time.&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly wonder and highly not ready for the next phrase in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage: Getting adjust.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Moody And Lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-6424602433322302071?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6424602433322302071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=6424602433322302071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/6424602433322302071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/6424602433322302071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/private-world-once-owned-now-lost.html' title='Private world once owned now lost'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-401502535488356732</id><published>2008-05-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:11:45.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Grey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today I am feeling rather confused... Somehow I chance upon an old fren blog online.. I know like me, she isn't happy with her job.. There is something she very clear about deep down defining when will she feel happiness in a job. Many local faced the same issue .. survival or jobs that give you motivation to&lt;/span&gt; greet each day wit&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;h greater and positive feel... However today once again i know her.. She is now a happy mother to be... Life at work isn't fantastic however she has a handsome caring hubby and a bb waiting to enter this world. Life for her is simple and happy .. Looking at her i won&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;er how easy happiness can sometime be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                   On the other hand I am watching "healing Hands III" This drama has an amazing ways of attracting me.. It clear&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y depict that people can still be smiling on the outside while at the same time feeling great turmoils inside. IT show that every adult has their own sad story yet no matter how sad one is , the world still spinning around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter how sad I am the world or people around me still goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;    As I was typing there is this phrase on the TV "Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; has the rights to choose the lifestyle that they wants to live" Sometimes I can't help feel that people who say this are those who has the affluent capacity to do so.. often these people are oblivious to the suffering around the world. I can't help feeling&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that they are shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-401502535488356732?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/401502535488356732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=401502535488356732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/401502535488356732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/401502535488356732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-of-grey.html' title='World of Grey!'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-3463189242498123144</id><published>2007-12-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T04:43:03.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>其实你(不)懂我</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed autostart="true" height="40" loop="true" playcount="2" src="http://www.iwebmusic.com/8/57012.WMA" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of feel like the lyrics in this song...&lt;br /&gt;Chotto sabishisoo.&lt;br /&gt;其实你(不)懂我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到底是谁&lt;br /&gt;在你心中占有怎样的地位&lt;br /&gt;你不说清楚&lt;br /&gt;你让我们的爱坠在七里雾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱 很讨厌&lt;br /&gt;总是忽近忽远的让人追&lt;br /&gt;追半天 你连抱歉&lt;br /&gt;一句抱歉也不给&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向前走 低着头 眼泪不停向后流&lt;br /&gt;一直走 不回头&lt;br /&gt;希望你会找到我&lt;br /&gt;但是始终不如愿&lt;br /&gt;希望都落空&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信 其实你(不)懂我（其实你爱我??）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发誓千遍&lt;br /&gt;我这一走你就无法挽回&lt;br /&gt;虽然心会痛&lt;br /&gt;总比受尽委屈还要更好过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 等了等&lt;br /&gt;脑海始终浮现你对我的好&lt;br /&gt;好半天 你连Babe&lt;br /&gt;一句安慰也不给&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一前一后&lt;br /&gt;你跟在我的背后沉默&lt;br /&gt;Yeh……Yeh……Yeh……&lt;br /&gt;前前 后后&lt;br /&gt;希望你握住我的手&lt;br /&gt;Yeh……Yeh……Yeh……&lt;br /&gt;Wo……Wo……Wo……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向前走 抬起头 擦掉眼泪向前走&lt;br /&gt;一直走 不回头&lt;br /&gt;相信你会找到我&lt;br /&gt;梦里寻他千百遍&lt;br /&gt;希望都实现&lt;br /&gt;我不想走 无法心不动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向前走 抬起头 擦掉眼泪向前走&lt;br /&gt;一直走 不回头&lt;br /&gt;相信你会找到我&lt;br /&gt;梦里寻他千百遍&lt;br /&gt;希望都实现&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信 其实你懂我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCOWas-5vUc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCOWas-5vUc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-3463189242498123144?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3463189242498123144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=3463189242498123144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/3463189242498123144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/3463189242498123144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='其实你(不)懂我'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-1158792503689291698</id><published>2007-11-25T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:21:25.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/R0lLVBQXRuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H9xRo2lLVe0/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_D-GrayMan_kiuuri%281.6%29__THISRES__60842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/R0lLVBQXRuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H9xRo2lLVe0/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_D-GrayMan_kiuuri%281.6%29__THISRES__60842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136719674479167202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;今日輪に地予備ですねでも気持ちはちょっとわるいですね。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;年って子持ちが悪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;いですか？多分天気なので。今外雨がふ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;るでしょう。私の日本&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;語はとても下手ですからそれてつき paragr&lt;/span&gt;aph　&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;英語で書くです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a raining day.. It has be&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;en raining and stopping and more raining. I feel sad sitting in my room with aircon on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t fullblast listening to sentimental musiz. On days like this, I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; want to sit there dreamy and hope the world outside my room disappear and peace remain the whole day. However that not g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;oing to happen.. I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;feel the clock ticking as i type each word.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It another day wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ereby i feel gloomy for no particular reason.. I sense people working hard even though it sunday but i just ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nt gather enough strength to see this day through.. So many things happen  but i just cant force myse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;lf&lt;/span&gt; to concentrate and see them through.. what going on... why such lethargic feeling?Just how long it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; take to recharge oneself? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Why do i feel s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o lonely just like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; boy&lt;/span&gt; in this pi&lt;/span&gt;cture? He seems so lonely standing there with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;only his reflection accompany him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-1158792503689291698?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1158792503689291698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=1158792503689291698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/1158792503689291698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/1158792503689291698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/11/gloomy-day.html' title='Gloomy Day'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/R0lLVBQXRuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H9xRo2lLVe0/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_D-GrayMan_kiuuri%281.6%29__THISRES__60842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-8549095474121634280</id><published>2007-05-21T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:09:28.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/82/22892809/18559092434477l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 217px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/82/22892809/18559092434477l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Everyday I worked in the office thinking this isn't the job that I dreamt off.. Today I am having another thoughts... my own life....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why do i say that? Well, 2 hours ago I stumbled on shots of 2 interviews with  "Ming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" a Taiwanese actor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   I recalled my first impression of him.. Many years ago , I saw him hosting "Mao Xian Wang" he looked like a "Ga ki"(japanese word of kid)  that h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;as no experience hosting a dangerous documentary on lives around the world.. After that I forgotten totally about him.... Then I caught him again in "Wang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;" He has turned from an ignorant snob to a mature man that oozes charisma in that drama.. However impression on him is only skin-deep... and nothing more.. until I saw these 2 interviews on youtube. It shows how he has turned from a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;n ignorant market boy into a snob documentary host to finally an ernst hardworking actor...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   Somehow when I look at this interview, it made me realise that many people changes over time and most people who are successful in life no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;rmally mature by encountering harsh experience of reality. This makes me wonder how narrow minded most Singaporeans are. We lived in a world of comfort and holds a stable job..Yet all that we know is to grumble about life and how better it can get better if we are not doing this job. Life seem to be restless and no meaning. How bosses seem to be always earning good pay and enjoy good life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;   Actually the definition of good life in our c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ountry.. is rather superficial. What the definition of good life exactly? Is it good pay and able to get what you want without the need to worry about pay? Look at these actors.. they are faced with tons of hardship, their family are poor sellers in market. Their parents owe others money, yet they never grumble and give up on life. Instead this drove them to work harder..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;   I really admired actors or actress that are ernst and hardworking. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ey are down to earth and not pretentious..HOwever , all these phrase of their lives can be easily forgotten when they are tempted with luxurious items and fame... I admired actors like Jiro and Ming Dao not because they are good -looking is that they have learnt things through the hard way yet they have never complaint that life is not what they way or that they are in such predicament because god is not good to them. Sometimes I wonder , why do people in my country give up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so easily. Why are they so quick to condemn life is back because world is unfair? Imagine if Jiro has given up after his contract with 2 recording companies got null even before he is able to record an album . Where will he be now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   Looking at all these, I wonder if i should change my thinking and think about how i can make my own life better or continue to grumble about life till i turn 80 and complained that my hubby make me waste my youth?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   Let hope that there is a better tomorrow for myself and so the stars that I admire, may their preservance heart never wavierd and that the success they get in life is not only fame but also eventually won someone who knows how to appreciate them and can spend lives with them till it gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Click on the title to view mingdao interview on youtube) Remember to watch the later one where he matures...&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/14583635-8549095474121634280?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krneVY-NFOg&amp;mode=related&amp;search=' title='Human Relationship'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8549095474121634280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=8549095474121634280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/8549095474121634280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/8549095474121634280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/human-relationship.html' title='Human Relationship'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-9122978851028806273</id><published>2007-05-17T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:21:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blogging..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/RlA0_ujh48I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-f7qQFH3tTc/s1600-h/fb_others063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/RlA0_ujh48I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-f7qQFH3tTc/s320/fb_others063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066607850225263554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/RkwU7-jh47I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xlnLrLu8NHs/s1600-h/fb_others063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/RkwU7-jh47I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xlnLrLu8NHs/s320/fb_others063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065446701521822642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fi&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;nally after a few days of trying, i can see what I am typing... Today I am sick unable to go to work.. However i still does some work from home.. That not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; the main idea here... It now raining , my heart is heavy... a good friend of mine encounter&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a broken heart today... sometimes it make me wonder.... the amazing power of love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;            One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;who never taste love talks about it like it a theory found in book.. However one who experience it.. What will they say? Couples in the first month of  courtship are i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;n honeymoon period. To them, love is the most amazing thing that can happen...  However to those who experience heartache though death and breakup... They can onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;y wish that they never loved before.. The heartache is not something that you can logically say"hey time to snap out of it and move on". The pain.. how should I describe it? Some thoughts that leave you thinking and th&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;nking about this person. The good and bad times you spend with him or her.. How can it suddenly turn out to be different now? Why he was standing in front of you yesterday and gone now... Quest&lt;/span&gt;ions and questions flooded across the mind..Yet there is no fix answer tha&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;t can end this misery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;            However time is a miraculous medicine that can lead one to forget all that every happen.. Sometimes after 20 years has passed ..Do you went back and think "how is it that i can have a crush on that somebody? " How come I can't feel the same feelings for him or her anymore? Time and Love seem to be something that no human can &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ompletely apprehend in his whole lifetime on earth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-9122978851028806273?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9122978851028806273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=9122978851028806273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/9122978851028806273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/9122978851028806273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-blogging_17.html' title='Finally blogging..'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQVp3bdBWq0/RlA0_ujh48I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-f7qQFH3tTc/s72-c/fb_others063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-4479426716305614579</id><published>2007-05-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:27:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>R&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eally see what I type until when i publish it. thus i hope it didnt go way haywired...&lt;br /&gt;          Reflections...&lt;br /&gt;                  This is the feelings and mood that i wish to jot down. Human ae very amazing living souls... Why do i say so? Well on the surface i notice everyone wears a mask.. Yet from time to time they can drop down their mask and ponder or observe about lives that happen around them... Thus i decide to jot down whatever reflecotions that i could capture and remember before it all flown away too fast from my mind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-4479426716305614579?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4479426716305614579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=4479426716305614579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/4479426716305614579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/4479426716305614579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-602453694257545500</id><published>2007-05-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:04:30.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is really wrong</title><content type='html'>I think something is wrong i tried to blog but cant see my compose page as it isnt loading well can anyone help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-602453694257545500?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/602453694257545500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=602453694257545500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/602453694257545500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/602453694257545500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-is-really-wrong.html' title='Something is really wrong'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-112917642459176325</id><published>2005-10-13T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:07:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thin line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/ling-er21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/320/ling-er21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is grey.. What the thin line between logic and emotion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;get rule by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotion ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the question that i asked myself recently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found myself torn apart &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;between feeling happy for a friend or feeling sad for a comrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon the comrade wil&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;l "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;move on" while i stay in the same spot over and over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time i am alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do i congrate her ? feel happy for her that she has move on...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It always good to see people change&lt;/span&gt; but why havent I change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was I plain selfis&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;h or simply hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sigh i couldnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;decide with logic and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yet i felt the&lt;/span&gt; hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but alas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Farewell my comrade.... may you stay healthy and happy always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-112917642459176325?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/112917642459176325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=112917642459176325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112917642459176325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112917642459176325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2005/10/thin-line.html' title='The thin line'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-112417346148570259</id><published>2005-08-16T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:25:56.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/fruits_2_10241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/200/fruits_2_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/fruits_2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It been a long time since i record my lasy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Been to sleepy as usual to try and write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;recently trying&lt;/span&gt; really hard to learn photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;But alas that stupid photoshop kept crash my pc.&lt;br /&gt;In fact once it corrupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my display driver and i&lt;br /&gt;had to get a new graphic card.. Gosh i am desperately seeking for photoshop expert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; out there&lt;br /&gt;in this whole wide world.. PLease respond to my calling.. Gee i felt like citizen of gotham city calling out for batman.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that all folk do let me know if anyone can help me with photoshop..&lt;br /&gt;Greatly appreciated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-112417346148570259?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/112417346148570259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=112417346148570259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112417346148570259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112417346148570259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-time-out.html' title='Long time out'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-112175657783328819</id><published>2005-07-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:02:57.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cold wet day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It cold wet and rainy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have taken a mc trying to rest at home and break away from the tedious and boring work.&lt;br /&gt;However the heavy construction here is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Adding a new found pain to the throbbing headache..&lt;br /&gt;Guess it the first time i ever felt drilling of floor so close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Man it a wonder why construction worksers aren't deaf !&lt;br /&gt;We must surely learn to appreciate the beatuy we have around us..&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for these unkonw workers, we will not have firm&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful landscrape of which many failed to notice and needless to say appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh time flies when you want it to freeze and speed up when u wish for it to halt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-112175657783328819?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/112175657783328819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=112175657783328819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112175657783328819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112175657783328819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-cold-wet-day.html' title='Another cold wet day!'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-112185021225349918</id><published>2005-07-20T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:03:32.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in a dead city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/crying%20cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/400/crying%20cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh another day in office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After taken medical leave yesterday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seem to have forgotten how dead the place i work in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All zombies bored the same traits...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wear spects, serious looks and most importantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never look away from their monitors..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make it worse .. there are practically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zombies camping around in this dead city..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no what shall i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is my R.Evil Heroine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh I am going crazy.. trapped in this place!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-112185021225349918?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/112185021225349918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=112185021225349918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112185021225349918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112185021225349918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2005/07/trapped-in-dead-city.html' title='Trapped in a dead city'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14583635.post-112166790830279337</id><published>2005-07-17T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:49:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/1600/1116788454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3706/1324/320/1116788454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gosh looking at the title, i felt like a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;It amaze me how people can fill their blog with&lt;br /&gt;endless stories to millions of unknown..&lt;br /&gt;And how people do reply back with emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oops I was day dreaming...i guess.. since i am cluess what&lt;br /&gt;to scribble i will call it a day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14583635-112166790830279337?l=koyoyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/feeds/112166790830279337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14583635&amp;postID=112166790830279337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112166790830279337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14583635/posts/default/112166790830279337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koyoyo.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>koyoyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791995064250672133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
