<?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-30333376</id><updated>2011-11-26T01:53:21.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The abyss of the Mohican</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2856500445427908101</id><published>2008-08-11T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:14:42.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back into performing... Awesome but a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZRIfgHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wUlDJM3o6oA/s1600-h/MeOnKeys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZRIfgHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wUlDJM3o6oA/s320/MeOnKeys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233153514286317682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZyd_SmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NkGb6NBdMW4/s1600-h/P1050318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZyd_SmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NkGb6NBdMW4/s320/P1050318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233153523234851426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZwM3sCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3XDUrgH6FLw/s1600-h/P1050332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZwM3sCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3XDUrgH6FLw/s320/P1050332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233153522626179106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_laIf5LoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vBAbEEpPunE/s1600-h/P1050333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_laIf5LoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vBAbEEpPunE/s320/P1050333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233153529148419714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. Just like how ACDC sang it.. 'yes i'm back... i'm back in blA-a-A-aa-ck!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the performing scene can be refreshing and mind boggling at the same time.. Try feeling the adrenaline rush at the same time as your body feeling as if it's rooted to the ground.. Really tiring! Each time after i finish performing, i feel as if i've ran a marathon.. Perhaps a sign of aging? Nah... i'm not old.. who am i kidding? myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, i'm back with another band.. Ridge.. Have got a good feeling about this.. Guess i finally got over the fears of the band breaking up.. Nevertheless, looking forward to more upcoming performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta entertain the world if the world ain't doing much to entertain me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2856500445427908101?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2856500445427908101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2856500445427908101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2856500445427908101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2856500445427908101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-into-performing-awesome-but-bitch.html' title='Back into performing... Awesome but a bitch'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SJ_lZRIfgHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wUlDJM3o6oA/s72-c/MeOnKeys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-8373799957219719272</id><published>2008-06-26T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:56:36.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to mum</title><content type='html'>I have been wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think my mum hates me... But now i know i'm wrong.. I have left home.. to search for independence.. and i suddenly realized... it was also to mend the relationship between me and my dearest mum. I'd rather move out then quarrel with my mum cos to this point, i realized whenever i quarrel with mum, i'm hurt not because i'm hurt by her.. i'm hurt because i hurt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, i just want to dedicate this post to give a shoutout that i love you and i could never ever get a better mum than you. For these past few days, i have been thinking of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-8373799957219719272?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/8373799957219719272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=8373799957219719272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/8373799957219719272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/8373799957219719272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/06/tribute-to-mum.html' title='A tribute to mum'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-6863921089145694514</id><published>2008-06-03T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:57:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random humour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SEVKx9QktxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HuS9gpAEAYI/s1600-h/menthos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SEVKx9QktxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HuS9gpAEAYI/s320/menthos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650766241969938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'd like to comment about the above picture... First, menthos came in tubes, then boxes and then now, yoghurt menthos.. what's next? Nasi Lemak menthos??? You know... it's just like mac products.. Don't get the wrong idea... i have an Ipod video, a Macbook and an Imac and i love all 3 of them.. but the new products just keep on comin... somewhat like a brilliant movie but with endless sequels.. At the least, Starwars ended at 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather slow moving day but there were several insteresting instances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when i got into the lift of my block in the early afternoon, an old lady asked me: "Boy ah... how many?" It got me figuring and figuring and then it suddenly struck me.. She meant to ask: "Boy ah... which floor?" But eventually, i replied her: "9 of them".. of course trying to be cheeky.. Guess what she replied? "9 floor la.. Now very important to say english ploperly you know..." I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, while i was buying the tickets for 'Chronicles of Narnia', there was this uncle queueing up in front of me. Guess what tickets he wanted to buy? 'Iron Man'. Excuse me uncle... you're pretty much too late... Then he had to ask the poor salesgirl at the ticketing counter why isn't Iron Man screened anymore? And he was pretty adamant on getting to watch Iron Man. So much that the Ah Beng behind me wanted to offer him his pirated DVD! I almost fainted.... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, while watching 'Chronicles of Narnia', i realized that this 'Prince Caspian' spoke in a weird slang.. very different from all the other characters in the movie.. But later on figured it was probably planned that way to signify a vast difference between him and the other characters. This WISE man sitting behind me had the same question posed to him by his girlfriend. Girlfriend:" Baby, why is Prince Caspian speaking in such a different slang?"   WISE man:"Orh... cos he is the lion" I almost burst out laughing. Now... what kinda dimwit would think that way?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random post.. but i just had to share these with you guys.. It made my day awesome.. Hope it'll make yours too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your friendly Mohican&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-6863921089145694514?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/6863921089145694514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=6863921089145694514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6863921089145694514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6863921089145694514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-humour.html' title='Random humour...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/SEVKx9QktxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HuS9gpAEAYI/s72-c/menthos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-1239772693957596163</id><published>2008-05-23T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:56:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomanic nights...</title><content type='html'>Yes.. it's comin to 2am in the morning and i lay sleepless on my bed even though i have to wake up at 645am which is in fact, a few hour's time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just these few days, it feels as though my mind is working on an overloaded machine.. think overloaded washing machine with loads of foam coming out.. only that i'm not foaming from my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice to all... if you seem to have lost me, i'm just zoning out for a while.. will be back real soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going back into the performing scene.. 7 years later.. I've laid low for a long time and i guess this is my final shot in a band.. if this doesn't work out, shaun is going solo.. It's not that i hate the band scene.. i love working in a band.. but bands are somewhat worst than a bitchy GF.. if it goes fine, you're having all the fun in the world.. but if it goes bad, it's gonna bite you real hard and you pay for it with blood, sweat and time.. not to mention money.. So... i would really rather go thru a breakup with a really bitchy GF rather than a breakup with a band.. But well.. I'm really enjoying teaching music now.. Watch all my students awe at the fact that they have improved and suffer when the training gets tough.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i suppose the next few months will be pretty eventful.. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Phil Mycok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-1239772693957596163?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/1239772693957596163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=1239772693957596163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1239772693957596163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1239772693957596163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomanic-nights.html' title='Insomanic nights...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-1136784496122581545</id><published>2008-04-15T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:10:22.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the heart</title><content type='html'>I haven't heard from her ever since... Her voice lingers in my ears, leaving a never ending trail of songs... Her face lingers on in my mind, imprinting an image ever so fine... Your distance makes absence unbearable... Just like how darkness is the absence of light.. But, nothin i can do about it. I do not own you, you are not my possession. I could only wait at a corner, waiting for the best thing to come.. which is you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for you&lt;br /&gt;Is perhaps most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Is love's cruel tool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Am i a fool&lt;br /&gt;Being with you&lt;br /&gt;Can it be my one and only rule?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-1136784496122581545?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/1136784496122581545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=1136784496122581545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1136784496122581545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1136784496122581545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/04/songs-of-heart.html' title='Songs of the heart'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-4113405106262601009</id><published>2008-03-31T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:57:38.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R_DsHmfw9gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HBs4WCDgPnw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R_DsHmfw9gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HBs4WCDgPnw/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183902786440459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long long time... yet again.... since i've updated my blogs.. How negligent can i get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few updates.. I'm no longer with Rhythm 'N' Moves.. I'm with Massive Productions right now.. Perhaps for the better.. Since this production is doing music.. Suits me better as well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured since i'm self-quarantined at home, might as well make use of this time to update my blog.. Hmmm... Am teaching in 3 schools now.. Pioneer Primary, Bukit Batok Secondary and Sengkang Secondary.. Love my students in Sengkang Secondary.. They're witty and lovely.. I guess, being a music instructor, it really goes a long way when your students make you feel appreciated.. Sometimes i really wonder.. Students nowadays are so fortunate to be able to learn about music during their school hours.. Why do some of them attend the music classes as though they were forced to? Oh.... Anyway... hahahahha... there was a principal who asked if i could comb my hair "down" instead of "up".. Lemme tell you guys a secret... The secret behind how i can identify with my students so easily... is actually my hair.. It cuts down the invisible barrier that students have with teachers.. Really does! But i bet my parents will beg to differ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Anyways, hope to be able to take a few photos of my class for you guys to see soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta first get well from a terrible cough, blocked nose and blocked ears... Terrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-4113405106262601009?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/4113405106262601009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=4113405106262601009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4113405106262601009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4113405106262601009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-sick.html' title='I&apos;ve been sick...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R_DsHmfw9gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HBs4WCDgPnw/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-5324335649329454552</id><published>2008-01-10T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:40:13.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying around like a bee</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys... have been a little busy.. Just opened a music and dance studio called "Rhythm 'N' Moves" with a few partners.. Seems like my entrepreneur experience is gonna start soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity has opened up my eyes into the world of dance as well... Really interesting! But nah... I ain't gonna dance.. Don't think i'm cut out for it.. There's a reason why i teach vocals instead eh... tsk tsk.. hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm currently also teaching percussion in Outram Secondary School.. Went there early this morning! 730am!!! Wow... when was the last time i woke up that early?... Stepping into the school made me feel old.. Didn't exactly make me feel like i'm a teacher.. It just made me feel very old.. I guess it's starting to hit me.. i AM getting older! Time to really plan for my future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, my studio is at 5B, Trengganu Street, Chinatown.. Do drop by when you guys are free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-5324335649329454552?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/5324335649329454552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=5324335649329454552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5324335649329454552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5324335649329454552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/01/flying-around-like-bee.html' title='Flying around like a bee'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-4880257198840158048</id><published>2008-01-10T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:50:44.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ Experience!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for disappearing for such a long long long time.. here are some of my favourite NZ photos.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbjnez5mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FYDcI7Gs2cQ/s1600-h/IMG_4306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbjnez5mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FYDcI7Gs2cQ/s320/IMG_4306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153766753535518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XbkHez5nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/poo4qEgv7AY/s1600-h/IMG_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XbkHez5nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/poo4qEgv7AY/s320/IMG_4267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153766762125452914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XbkXez5oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f06XyyEwwuo/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XbkXez5oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/f06XyyEwwuo/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153766766420420226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbknez5pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h4rco5y93t8/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbknez5pI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h4rco5y93t8/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153766770715387538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbk3ez5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aifx1g17I7w/s1600-h/P1050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbk3ez5qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aifx1g17I7w/s320/P1050049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153766775010354850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5Hez5hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bbc-oYFMbGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5Hez5hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bbc-oYFMbGQ/s320/IMG_4189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762724856194578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5Xez5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CQnVdqqyAtI/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5Xez5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CQnVdqqyAtI/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762729151161890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5nez5jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IwavS65vztQ/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX5nez5jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IwavS65vztQ/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762733446129202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX53ez5kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IcNkGu5j__o/s1600-h/SL550820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX53ez5kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IcNkGu5j__o/s320/SL550820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762737741096514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX6Xez5lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dAzge0kDLiw/s1600-h/P1050032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XX6Xez5lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dAzge0kDLiw/s320/P1050032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762746331031122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWj3ez5cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/C55ofPtSO1M/s1600-h/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWj3ez5cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/C55ofPtSO1M/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153761260272346562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWkHez5dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/89xDp1NH9vg/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWkHez5dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/89xDp1NH9vg/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153761264567313874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWknez5eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RiVtNdjylJU/s1600-h/P1040795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWknez5eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RiVtNdjylJU/s320/P1040795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153761273157248482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWk3ez5fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mgIbyKwRRT0/s1600-h/IMG_4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWk3ez5fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mgIbyKwRRT0/s320/IMG_4174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153761277452215794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWlXez5gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QREZMsKgwBM/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4XWlXez5gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QREZMsKgwBM/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153761286042150402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-4880257198840158048?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/4880257198840158048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=4880257198840158048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4880257198840158048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4880257198840158048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2008/01/nz-experience.html' title='NZ Experience!'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R4Xbjnez5mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FYDcI7Gs2cQ/s72-c/IMG_4306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2076190076807632895</id><published>2007-12-10T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:22:15.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawa-Dee-Cup</title><content type='html'>Some of the photos i took in thailand.. Definitely a rejuvenating trip.. And yes.. we lived like kings and queens in thailand! Now awaiting for my next trip to New Zealand this coming thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8oh8lRFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a1WsRSM3EMg/s1600-h/P1040636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8oh8lRFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a1WsRSM3EMg/s320/P1040636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142192279043523666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8pR8lRGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IL83wdJ9l24/s1600-h/P1040637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8pR8lRGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IL83wdJ9l24/s320/P1040637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142192291928425570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8ph8lRHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tQm7vVezDtw/s1600-h/P1040642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2Xh8lRAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/71JqYPm3jCQ/s320/P1040629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142185389915980802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2Yh8lRBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QziaGLwBLLE/s1600-h/P1040630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2Yh8lRBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QziaGLwBLLE/s320/P1040630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142185407095850002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2ZR8lRCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TLPz3sUADN8/s1600-h/P1040632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2ZR8lRCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TLPz3sUADN8/s320/P1040632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142185419980751906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2aB8lRDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uTuKmdQEdtI/s1600-h/P1040633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2aB8lRDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uTuKmdQEdtI/s320/P1040633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142185432865653810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2ax8lREI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m7UcSne2Txs/s1600-h/P1040634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y2ax8lREI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m7UcSne2Txs/s320/P1040634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142185445750555714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2076190076807632895?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2076190076807632895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2076190076807632895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2076190076807632895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2076190076807632895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/12/sawa-dee-cup.html' title='Sawa-Dee-Cup'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R1y8oh8lRFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a1WsRSM3EMg/s72-c/P1040636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-3529795307125885150</id><published>2007-12-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:06:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally came out of my heart...</title><content type='html'>I've finally said it... Finally plucked up enough courage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it kills the heart... It invokes tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the good side and i've heard the bad side of it... Nonetheless, i'm just glad i confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me whether it was a success, i would look deep into your eyes without giving you an answer and you would know the whole story. I wouldn't even be able to tell if it was a success or a failure. All i could do is to dwell in it and ask myself questions. Questions which a scientist couldn't even provide me with an explanation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying... where would i even start from? Pick myself up... How would i ensure not to fall? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the time to dwell over all these... I ought to slap myself silly and wake up. It wasn't a rejection... as i didn't ask for an answer. It was a declaration of truth. I wouldn't know what the future holds for me. As long as i have a single breath in me, i will go on... Your happiness is my happiness.. I wished for your everyday to be so very special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what i'm supposed to be thinking instead of dwelling in sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-3529795307125885150?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/3529795307125885150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=3529795307125885150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/3529795307125885150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/3529795307125885150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-finally-came-out-of-my-heart.html' title='It finally came out of my heart...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-1484089316914404453</id><published>2007-11-23T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:16:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio shooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZO3pNcc7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uUIKFTwgWiI/s1600-h/me%26fukuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZO3pNcc7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uUIKFTwgWiI/s320/me%26fukuan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135879142924645298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZMHJNcc2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6mAo2sOdOTo/s1600-h/benjamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZMHJNcc2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6mAo2sOdOTo/s320/benjamin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135876110677734242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Benjamin from the Campus Superstar.. Very lively guy.. Always fooling around but he's like a brother to me.. hahaha.. He likes my cai shen hat cos i have the two things sticking out.. BUT... the hat is the most uncomfortable costume piece.. It's tight and smelly.. The one below is Fu Kuan.. Also from the Campus Superstar.. He kept trying to make me laugh while i was having the beard on.. So when my beard came off twice, it's his fault.. hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNn5Ncc3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0I5jywLlKmY/s1600-h/caishenside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNn5Ncc3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0I5jywLlKmY/s320/caishenside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877772830077810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNoJNcc4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GUF47bCElXc/s1600-h/moderncaishen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNoJNcc4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GUF47bCElXc/s320/moderncaishen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877777125045122"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNoZNcc5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vGp-wf5kNkA/s1600-h/rockercaishen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNoZNcc5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vGp-wf5kNkA/s320/rockercaishen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877781420012434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNopNcc6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5zxdQIaeGew/s1600-h/fullmakeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZNopNcc6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5zxdQIaeGew/s320/fullmakeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877785714979746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of my own makeup.. The beard and hat are the most uncomfortable piece.. The beard only allows minimal movement of the mouth.. so no eating... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZO4ZNcc8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/EdB8wkb8PIs/s1600-h/CGshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZO4ZNcc8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/EdB8wkb8PIs/s320/CGshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135879155809547202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green background is for the CG to be added in.. So basically we're all acting without any props.. So positioning is the main key.. In which we have lotsa.. caishen.. move a little little bit to your left. Oh no.. a bit to your right.. one step to the front.. oh no.. a tiny step to the back.. LOTSA moving around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-1484089316914404453?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/1484089316914404453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=1484089316914404453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1484089316914404453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1484089316914404453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/11/studio-shooting.html' title='Studio shooting'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/R0ZO3pNcc7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uUIKFTwgWiI/s72-c/me%26fukuan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-8998025761469208812</id><published>2007-11-01T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:00:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p width="100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.yourminis.com/Dir/GetContainer.api?uri=yourminis/yourminis/mini:quote" FlashVars="view=full&amp;height=120&amp;width=240&amp;xheight=130&amp;xwidth=250&amp;color=16750848&amp;uri=yourminis%2Fyourminis%2Fmini%3Aquote&amp;swfurl=%2Fwidget%5Fquote%2Eswf&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" href="http://www.yourminis.com/index_minis.aspx?embeddedmini" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" src="http://www.yourminis.com/images/poweredby.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-8998025761469208812?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/8998025761469208812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=8998025761469208812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/8998025761469208812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/8998025761469208812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-more-widgets-please-visit_9564.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-6690740547309642278</id><published>2007-10-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:39:28.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RynlFSDqVbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q-EkmLlp228/s1600-h/Photo+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RynlFSDqVbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q-EkmLlp228/s320/Photo+79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127881529647322546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbJSDqVXI/AAAAAAAAADk/bl3eFyHXVDc/s1600-h/P1040481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbJSDqVXI/AAAAAAAAADk/bl3eFyHXVDc/s320/P1040481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166915808744818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbKCDqVYI/AAAAAAAAADs/Rzg8zG7vWUw/s1600-h/P1040482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbKCDqVYI/AAAAAAAAADs/Rzg8zG7vWUw/s320/P1040482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166928693646722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbLCDqVZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ii8tMK6rnxw/s1600-h/P1040483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbLCDqVZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ii8tMK6rnxw/s320/P1040483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166945873515922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbLiDqVaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t3P4wOoVJ-4/s1600-h/P1040484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RydbLiDqVaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t3P4wOoVJ-4/s320/P1040484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166954463450530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera man told me he took pictures of my graduation event.. but in the end, these were the only photos he took! My camera man is non other than my brother! Plus, i had the show recorded but only half of it! I apologise on behalf of my brother.. I'll choke slam him pretty soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-6690740547309642278?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/6690740547309642278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=6690740547309642278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6690740547309642278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6690740547309642278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RynlFSDqVbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q-EkmLlp228/s72-c/Photo+79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-7462860793190771638</id><published>2007-10-28T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:05:57.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is The Beginning Is The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySwuyDqVUI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jo0jAK4qTqk/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySwuyDqVUI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jo0jAK4qTqk/s320/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126416593612068162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. 28th October marks the end of the Very Actor's Course. Mixed emotions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySwKyDqVTI/AAAAAAAAADE/8CVuid73sYw/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySwKyDqVTI/AAAAAAAAADE/8CVuid73sYw/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126415975136777522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say we've not learnt much, some may say we've learnt nothing.. But i must say the process of everyone growing together was a valuable experience..  An experience i would put it in the album of life.. All framed up and hung nicely on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySxpCDqVVI/AAAAAAAAADU/QVH5h8A0Xjw/s1600-h/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySxpCDqVVI/AAAAAAAAADU/QVH5h8A0Xjw/s320/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126417594339448146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i'm most glad about was that both the groups of VA4 or.... AV4 as SOME might call it as.. did well for the graduation play.. We sweat, we bled but it finally paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySyZyDqVWI/AAAAAAAAADc/p7ye5Vh5zrI/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySyZyDqVWI/AAAAAAAAADc/p7ye5Vh5zrI/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126418431858070882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the group leaders, it's a relieve.. To the group members, it's more free time over the weekends.. Nevertheless, it ended on a good note and it has all been worth it! Way to GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. no matter what happens, how different our routes are in life, i hope that we all still make the effort to keep in contact... cos a course may last a few months.. but a valuable friendship lasts a lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. it's the end of the road.. but it's a start for another beginning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-7462860793190771638?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/7462860793190771638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=7462860793190771638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/7462860793190771638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/7462860793190771638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-is-beginning-is-end.html' title='The End Is The Beginning Is The End'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RySwuyDqVUI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jo0jAK4qTqk/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-3186060966868957481</id><published>2007-10-24T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:36:26.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear turns into Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rx49fNNhTKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BAhWh0uWZfc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rx49fNNhTKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BAhWh0uWZfc/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124601032325811362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about the picture.. It's just some random thing done at a random time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about fear turning into anticipation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my previous fears have turned into anticipation.. Hmmmm.. Disregarding about the fact that i just got food poisoning a few days back.. 4 days before the graduating play, what am i feeling now? Well... Anticipation.. Firstly, anticipation for it to end.. Secondly, anticipation to graduate alongside with the class and have a sense of relief with the rest of them.. Thirdly, anticipation for what comes after.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty eventful... Besides, my big day has now been postponed to 30th November.. After which, Thailand trip with my good pals.. One to look forward to.. What do you get when 4 crazy dudes go to thailand? Upmost craziness... After days after, another trip to NZ with my family.. Looking forward to that as well cos i'll be seeing my sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm glad all those worrying times in the past few months have paid off well.. really made me strive to succeed in what i'll be doing... And my friends.. pray hard for my venture to open up my very own studio hopefully by next year March.. Pretty soon i'll be Boss Shaun! Yeah babyyyyyYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-3186060966868957481?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/3186060966868957481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=3186060966868957481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/3186060966868957481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/3186060966868957481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-turns-into-anticipation.html' title='Fear turns into Anticipation'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rx49fNNhTKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BAhWh0uWZfc/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-6788485538244641448</id><published>2007-10-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:25:16.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt For Red October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rv_aKNiwHwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aju8REA-4p4/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rv_aKNiwHwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aju8REA-4p4/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116047570685140738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has finally arrived.. Yes... and time is counting down.. 4 more weekends to go.. 4 more chances to put in more hard work.. 4 more weeks before the curtains are drawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..... yet.. There are still problems.. Perhaps.. I focus a lot on other problems to forget about my current problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I able to pull out of everything in one piece? Will all things be solved at the last minute like always? Will things go smoothly like how i planned it out to be? My heart races as the weeks pace by.. 28th October.. The date that i'll remember.. For 2 things.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the graduation play which my group has been facing hiccups all along... First we had a huge script problem.. Now, let me introduce a new problem to you.. A member who M.I.A.. Why in the world would this kind of things occur? Please.. you're old enough to know what's responsibility.. So wise up.. and buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when the truth is finally revealed... The stage is set.. for 2 different events.. Will either one be a success? Or will both? Or neither? Well... No point to think so much now.. There's only space left for more hard work and no more screw ups..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-6788485538244641448?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/6788485538244641448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=6788485538244641448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6788485538244641448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/6788485538244641448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/10/hunt-for-red-october.html' title='The Hunt For Red October'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/Rv_aKNiwHwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Aju8REA-4p4/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2388903002438843908</id><published>2007-09-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:34:06.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I wish upon a moon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvqX_9iwHvI/AAAAAAAAABs/XMWcF94d-js/s1600-h/moonrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvqX_9iwHvI/AAAAAAAAABs/XMWcF94d-js/s320/moonrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114567451940495090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as i look up in the dark,cold sky, i saw the only thing that warms up the dark skies.. The big moon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of the moon, i could feel the gleaming warmth.. shining down on the dark area of the globe where Singapore lies.. Lighting up the supposed sleepy state of Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took this time to wish upon this moon.. To let the warmth fill up the cold emptiness in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest mum and my beloved brother.. I have no idea how you both are putting up over in China.. My heart bled when i heard the news about you both being detained and unable to come back.. Relentless tears rolled down my cheek as i stared at my brother's empty bed. I sincerely hope that you both will reach home safe and sound as soon as possible.. If needed for exchange, i would rather exchange 5 years of my life for the safety of both of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about wishes, i think many people would think they knew what kind of wish i would have made at this very moment.. Call it my folly, call me dumb.. Because i didn't wish for her to be with me.. i didn't wish for her to feel the same way as how i feel.. Instead, i wished for her well-being.. She has been coughing and it hurts to see her like this.. Therefore, that's how i used up my wish.. It isn't important that she loves me.. Because now i know, my happiness lies in her happiness.. When she smiles, i smile.. When she cries, i cry.. Tonight, i told the moon how much i feel for her.. That's my last straw to keep my sanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long and how hard the road ahead is, i know i have to walk on.. Even if i have to crawl, the journey must still go on. I will never give up on life because i know how precious it is.. and i know other lives are indeed interlinked with mine. No matter how hard the obstacles are to get through, i will crash through them. My new found fuel in life.. my new perspective in life.. i know my life will finally be perfect.. because once again, love has entered into my life and has made my heart human again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for me to pass the torch and light up someone's life as well.. My dear... will it be you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2388903002438843908?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2388903002438843908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2388903002438843908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2388903002438843908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2388903002438843908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-wish-upon-moon.html' title='When I wish upon a moon...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvqX_9iwHvI/AAAAAAAAABs/XMWcF94d-js/s72-c/moonrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-1832128936085993225</id><published>2007-09-24T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:26:42.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collective memories...</title><content type='html'>One of the most painful journeys in life..... going around in circles.. Which only means you keep advancing... but only that you think so.. In the end, you're back at where you started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most disappointing journeys in life...... Being challenged by a friend who seems to be your friend... but would go all out just to win you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most frustrating moments in life....... To constantly deny a truth that you want so much to reveal... but yet am at the mercy of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most ironic melancholy in life........ Loving someone... Periodically being hurt by someone you love and hurt someone who loves you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most beautiful things in life....... Missing someone... you never know how important that someone is to you til you miss her for almost an eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important lesson in life........ Do what you deem is right and just... Execute your plan and never look back, never regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-1832128936085993225?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/1832128936085993225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=1832128936085993225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1832128936085993225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1832128936085993225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-round-in-circles.html' title='Collective memories...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-186103083430666790</id><published>2007-09-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:41:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevertheless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfUHNBkI/AAAAAAAAABM/DZ4UKmd5BVs/s1600-h/happyfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfUHNBkI/AAAAAAAAABM/DZ4UKmd5BVs/s320/happyfaces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112324986854245954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfUHNBlI/AAAAAAAAABU/px2FgA-tsYg/s1600-h/derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfUHNBlI/AAAAAAAAABU/px2FgA-tsYg/s320/derek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112324986854245970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfkHNBmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bGpsKvf5suE/s1600-h/rehearsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfkHNBmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bGpsKvf5suE/s320/rehearsal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112324991149213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfkHNBnI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nc7ZwQoOuX0/s1600-h/rehearsal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfkHNBnI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nc7ZwQoOuX0/s320/rehearsal+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112324991149213298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course has finally come to an abrupt end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughters will be missed.. the fun will be missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the show must go on. Despite the setbacks, the sweat, the blood, the frustration... we still enjoy the rehearsals.. the company.. the jokes.. the craze... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many might claim that nothing much has been learnt from the course.. but i must say that several valuable lessons can be learnt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to learn that patience go a long way. I've come to realize the importance of responsibility. I've come to enjoy putting in hard work just to be able to see what i reap from what i've sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to appreciate every single valuable and variable relationship i have with each and every one of them.. An attachment nonetheless.. Given so little time.. Just a short little 3 months.. and it was more than enough bargained for.. Every experience carved deeply into impression. All but one... has carved an even deeper impression.. And that very one is..................................... woah woah woah... hold on a sec... i ain't gonna expose this... not here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces.. All around me... i think ultimately that's the prized possession from this course.. Smile my mates! We started of at a high note.. Now let's show them what we can achieve and let's end this on an even higher note!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-186103083430666790?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/186103083430666790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=186103083430666790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/186103083430666790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/186103083430666790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/09/nevertheless.html' title='Nevertheless...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RvKgfUHNBkI/AAAAAAAAABM/DZ4UKmd5BVs/s72-c/happyfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2126911645224713692</id><published>2007-09-10T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:28:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As frustrated as frustration can be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuQq8ZuKPkI/AAAAAAAAABE/5EdbgUQ9myE/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuQq8ZuKPkI/AAAAAAAAABE/5EdbgUQ9myE/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108255094529998402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATION sets in amicably.. With all the worries of the play, with all the endless discussion of the script. I mean.. Hey.. we're merely actors... not scriptwriters. Somehow, the course planners didn't realize THEY should be the ones coming up with the script for us to act out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disclaimer... In the mentioned story, names are changed to protect the identities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story about one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love people with many ideas right? But i'm facing a dilema.. Danny has lots of ideas.. And oh yeah... i mean a hell lotta ideas! Unfortunately, not expressed in the right way because when he expresses it to us, we get real mad... Not that we're bias and all jealous that Danny has a good idea but however Danny expresses it, it never fails to make me and Kered feel like crap asses who worked our ass through the night for no shit reason. I know... i know.... it sounds like i'm rather mad about this.. but seriously.. i'm far too tired to really bother about this. We don't have time for this.. We need to complete the script.. We need to get the props.. We need to rehearse.. We need to act it out next week in front of the teachers.. We DON'T NEED an arguement with Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry.. You did me proud today.. Really did quite well indeed! But please keep it up.. Don't give up.. and DON'T FOOL AROUND.. Please... Continue being serious.. It's good for you too.. A compliment or sarcasm? Judge it yourself.. I'm sincere though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kered.. I understand how you feel. But we've agreed to spur each other on to bear with it.. Oh ya... why am i hiding for? Bear with it? It's just Danny we have to bear with.. But comrade.. i salute you for your effort.. Really appreciate it.. My hainanese beef noodles nice? hahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan.. Although you were relatively quiet during our discussions, but you are really putting in effort! Way to go! Definitely an inspiration to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alley.. You've been really supportive all this while and i think we're all really glad with the effort you're putting in.. Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE... You were really quiet as well in usual cases.. but when you act, gosh.. you're a whole different person! And way to go for speaking up today! You have words of wisdom.. don't keep it inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan.. We missed you today.. Awaiting for your return... Lots to catch up... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endy.. Wow... you impressed me with your acting.. Really immersive acting you've got there.. Although i know it's kind of a depressing thing to have Terry as your husband for the play.. But we've made changes for your benefit... No worries.. Remember.. the pat push that you give him during the play is also for your benefit.. Make full use of it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn.. Your enthusiasm, though seasonal, warms my heart.. For i know this is one of the reasons i work hard for the script.. To be appreciated. Your support is also accepted with glee.. for it is important for sustenance.. A reason to really ponder about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we're all in this together.. love it or hate it, it's your own prerogative.. It's your call.. Hate it, and suffer on.. because there's nothing else you can do.. Love it and at least enjoy while it lasts.. I would choose to enjoy it.. Not because i took part in writing the 'LOUSY' script.. But because EVERYONE chipped in their ideas.. So on a last note.. Danny.. Don't say that the script is crap.. Because people who matter to me played a part in it as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2126911645224713692?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2126911645224713692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2126911645224713692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2126911645224713692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2126911645224713692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-frustrated-as-frustration-can-be.html' title='As frustrated as frustration can be...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuQq8ZuKPkI/AAAAAAAAABE/5EdbgUQ9myE/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-5678808048994234377</id><published>2007-09-07T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:57:05.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If black was white and white was black...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuDYN5uKPjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dC96B4XKwq8/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuDYN5uKPjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dC96B4XKwq8/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107319710782471730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i don't usually do this... as in i mean both.. 1)update my blog 2)ramble about my daily life events but... Time is closing on.. Approximately a month before the final play kicks off.. It would be great if every single one is making the effort.. unfortunately, some are not and are even disrupting the efficiency! BUT i guess there's nothing to ramble about because i believe everyone has experience that before.. One member of the project group not working it out.. We'd all like to strangle that one person right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thanks to my sister and her claims about me being emo... It's not that i want to be emo.. but many times, it's rather hard for me to express the way i want to.. So blogs are always a way of thrashing things out right? So there! It has served its purpose! hahahhaha~ Now.. I have a resolution for myself.. TRY NOT TO MAKE THINGS THAT ARE NOT COMPLICATED, COMPLICATED. As if that's not complicating enough.. It's either a "YES" or a "NO"... no "MAYBE"s... I realized my friends are telling me that i no longer give clear-cut answers.. i'm always sitting in the middle of the fence.. (Painful for the arse... up the.... erm... let's just stop here) Yup... So that's my resolution..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-5678808048994234377?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/5678808048994234377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=5678808048994234377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5678808048994234377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5678808048994234377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-black-was-white-and-white-was-black.html' title='If black was white and white was black...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RuDYN5uKPjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dC96B4XKwq8/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-4193522946220659010</id><published>2007-08-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:04:16.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the heart..</title><content type='html'>Dilema.. never once was it easy when it comes to matters of the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love complicated? Human at fault is my guess.. Love never started out as a complicated matter.. It's simple, straightforward, pure, unconditional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear.. how i wish it was so easy to tell you what i feel.. but yet, i'm afraid to say what my heart wants me to say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God....... help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-4193522946220659010?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/4193522946220659010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=4193522946220659010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4193522946220659010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/4193522946220659010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/08/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the heart..'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-1230044151902519798</id><published>2007-06-07T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:27:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend... Where have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmfBNOkoO3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rltlu8-BDvA/s1600-h/e010694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmfBNOkoO3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rltlu8-BDvA/s320/e010694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073235938250341234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My desperate call out for a missing friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll read my blog.. Where have you been? Why all the "wrong number" tactics? What have i done wrong? I really don't understand.. It could have been a lot easier on me if you were to tell me what went wrong... Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long talks we had in the past.. were they unreal? Enjoyable dates we had in the past.. Were they fictional? I didn't think so.. Remember you said you wanted our friendship to last forever? I really hope you meant that as much as i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are important to me.. in my life.. in my mind and in my heart... Even though we may not be able to bring this somewhere further, your friendship is valuable to me.. and it has always been.. Why would i have lost you yet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-1230044151902519798?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/1230044151902519798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=1230044151902519798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1230044151902519798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/1230044151902519798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-friend-where-have-you-been.html' title='My friend... Where have you been?'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmfBNOkoO3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rltlu8-BDvA/s72-c/e010694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-9113823282377434279</id><published>2007-06-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:44:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the boulevard of broken dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmOlGKDnwwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WVgzms11fO0/s1600-h/man1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmOlGKDnwwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WVgzms11fO0/s320/man1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072079130546651906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the sun sets, you now know that you no longer have time to finish what you long to do.. Life is an irony.. The more you set your heart to grasp something, the further it goes away from you.. Something like grabbing a fish out of water with bare hands.. Wouldn't the life be a whole lot easier if one you loved reciprocrated the same to you as well? But i guess life was never meant to be easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey i'm setting out to take alone.. My friends.. some journeys have to be taken alone.. i know all of you will want to embark on this journey with me but this time it'll be me alone.. but i hope to see all of you when i reach my destination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love the world... but has the world ever loved me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-9113823282377434279?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/9113823282377434279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=9113823282377434279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/9113823282377434279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/9113823282377434279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Down the boulevard of broken dreams'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RmOlGKDnwwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WVgzms11fO0/s72-c/man1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-5642181284727410165</id><published>2007-05-28T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:01:56.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear friend... you don't have to go thru these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RlpTbE53qfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qeLtJ-lG-_8/s1600-h/Rainbows+over+Case+inlet-Vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RlpTbE53qfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qeLtJ-lG-_8/s320/Rainbows+over+Case+inlet-Vert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069456055196953074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can move on. You will move on. It will take time. But you can speed up the process. There are things       you can do.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Certain ways of thinking and acting are holding you back. Other ways of thinking and acting can help you       move forward. You may be ambivalent about letting go of some of the things you are doing that are holding you       back. There may be pleasures associated with these behaviors. Having dinner with him, for instance, may have felt       good in certain ways. But it was an indulgence you could ill afford. It set you back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you want to move forward, you can. There are things you can do. You can harden yourself with the       facts. Get the facts in your head. Hammer them in there. Say these things to yourself: He is not coming back.       This thing is over. He is the ex. He is gone. That relationship is in the past. He has moved on. You don't need       him. You made the right decision. You were smart to break up with him. You had the courage and the intelligence       to do the right thing, in spite of how hard it was. What he's doing now is of no concern to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As you try to cleanse your mind of him, also cleanse your house. Whatever keepsakes you have around the       house, get rid of them. Do not know his phone number. If his phone number is programmed into your cellphone,       delete it. If his picture is displayed in your house, put it away somewhere. (If in cleaning the house you find       yourself pausing with keepsakes, stop it! Don't pause to remember! Just put it away!) Do not discuss him with       friends. Refuse to learn anything about his new girlfriend. Do not picture her in his car. Do not picture her at       all. Do not picture either one of them. Banish him from your mind. Do it forcefully.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will be happier once you do this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But you may encounter resistance from yourself. After all, you are waging an internal struggle. So if you       find yourself unable to stop thinking about him or imagining the future with him, try this: Sit quietly       somewhere, when you have an hour or so of spare time. Perhaps when you are lying in bed about to go to sleep, or       in the afternoon sitting in a park, or in the morning with coffee, or -- I don't know when, why am I suggesting       times? That isn't important! What is important is that you consider carefully the content of each thought you       have concerning this boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What do you feel when you think about having broken up with him? Do you feel regret? That's OK. You can       feel regret. It doesn't mean you have to change it. It's done. You may regret your decision. But it is a material       fact: You are broken up. It is over. He is not coming back. He is an ex-boyfriend. Feel the regret. But know that       it's done. Embrace these phenomena independently. See how different they are. One is something you do yourself,       within yourself. The other is external, done, beyond anyone's control.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Consider also the habitual ways in which you refer to him. If we are having trouble accepting a fact,       sometimes we find ways of not saying it. Do you refer to him as your ex-boyfriend, or do you talk around that       fact? Make sure in your habits of speech that you say the truth: He is your ex-boyfriend. If someone asks, say       you are glad you did what you did, even though it has at times been hard. Do not go into detail. Do not rehearse       the emotions you have. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let them die out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You also say, "I can't help remembering our vacations, our travels and how       happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I think)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was with him." Let me suggest to you that even if you believe your are powerless over these       memories, try to exercise some control over them. Refuse to luxuriate in them. When you find yourself remembering       those times with pleasure, stop. Don't do it. Turn your thoughts to something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And above all, if you should find yourself thinking about having dinner with him again any time soon, douse       your head in ice water. Dinner with your ex is needless torture. Don't do it. Just don't do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-5642181284727410165?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/5642181284727410165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=5642181284727410165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5642181284727410165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/5642181284727410165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-dear-friend-you-dont-have-to-go-thru.html' title='My dear friend... you don&apos;t have to go thru these..'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RlpTbE53qfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qeLtJ-lG-_8/s72-c/Rainbows+over+Case+inlet-Vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2839033589381835483</id><published>2007-05-24T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:48:48.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so?</title><content type='html'>Dry spells.. haven't settled for any jobs yet.. want to but just dun have the self control to.. but anyways, i'm comin by just fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post to recollect some of the recent events.. So SOME people will know what's going on lest they start complaining they have no idea what's happenining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp... This coming thursday.. Wanna go, dun wanna go.. why is this happening? i realized i'm becoming more and more fickle minded... gotta snap out of this.. Firm decisions are a MUST (reminder to self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat... my condolences.. yes i know.. Milan's first goal was a deflection but they still scored 2 against Liverpool right? Yes i know... you called me when Liverpool equalized and perhaps they ought to win but Milan still won it.. Come on... Life goes on.. Next year alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Xxxxxx... How could anyone or anything in the world convince you that constant suggestive conversations inclusive of sexual inuendos will NOT get the girl to bed with you.. Grow up.. Be smart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2839033589381835483?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2839033589381835483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2839033589381835483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2839033589381835483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2839033589381835483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-it-so.html' title='Why is it so?'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-162140897416802479</id><published>2007-03-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:39:01.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To say the least... from the crazy banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RgvVz_oCb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HYnb54n7d14/s1600-h/xbox360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RgvVz_oCb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HYnb54n7d14/s320/xbox360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047362896628183026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current prized possession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on... i deserved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... maybe not.. but i got it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X-Box 360.. the tool of my relaxation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry friends.. you're not forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. onto serious stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: If we're all going to die someday, why do we work our asses off for an employer who probably doesn't give a damn about our survival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some answers i thought of for some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do some guys cheat? How can i be sure that my guy doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now... Of course.. not all guys cheat.. but that's a very good question.. how would i know mine won't? A simple equation: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cheating guys most probably=Always not contended with what they have&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Non-Cheating guys most probably=Contended with what they have&lt;/span&gt;. Of course...the word is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROBABLY&lt;/span&gt;". It's not a confirmation.. unless i discuss this with my rocket scientist, i'll let you know again. Well, apart from that, it takes two hands to clap.. So it's either the female doesn't know the guy all that well, if not, something the female did is either not right, or not enough. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Take it from the farmer.. Why does his cows stay in his farm?&lt;/span&gt; That's because they're having a good time! Of course i'm not comparing females to animals or females to cows.. Just my analogy.&lt;br /&gt;AND please do not get the wrong idea and misunderstand it as i'm telling the females to go please their guys.. Down to the bottom line, know your guy inside out. I know it's wrong to say this because my male boos would probably kill me for saying this.. but do what it takes to know what your guy is up to. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Trust is essential in a relationship "YES"&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;trust has to be earned "BIG YES".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I get on with life after a broken relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A very common question.. and i believe you've probably asked many people.. It's good to ask questions.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT bottle things up&lt;/span&gt;. I've been through that.. and it hurts like hell. Now.. let's cut the chase and hit it right on spot. Easy.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you SAY you wanna let go but your heart says OTHERWISE&lt;/span&gt;. The more confirmations you get from others, the softer the voice is in your heart. My friend... it doesn't work that way! You're simply just drowning out the voice in your heart. After the water dries up, you'll hear it again. The mind holds reasonable thoughts.. the heart doesn't. Follow your heart when it comes to love.. but heal with the mind because practically speaking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the heart is weak but the mind is strong&lt;/span&gt;. "I can't do without him!" Did he feed you as you grew up? Did he breathe the breath of life upon you? No! Emotions are in built within us to make us human... they're not there to destroy you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps.. Otherwise, i shall get help from my rocket scientist..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-162140897416802479?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/162140897416802479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=162140897416802479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/162140897416802479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/162140897416802479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-say-least-from-crazy-banana.html' title='To say the least... from the crazy banana'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RgvVz_oCb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HYnb54n7d14/s72-c/xbox360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-2464466939889529965</id><published>2007-03-28T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:28:48.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The melancholy life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RglUN55miSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ig1H0e81mHQ/s1600-h/hitchikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RglUN55miSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ig1H0e81mHQ/s320/hitchikers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046657455302805794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how some may feel.. that life is a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there only 24 hours in a day? why not 26? why not 28?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time... Something we all have but yet find so hard to grasp.. So hard to control.. Time.. Something that passes so fast and when you feel that you might just have enough time to do something, it's too late. A relative of mine just got married at the young age of 25. No no... not a shotgun marriage.. A haste to some.. in fact most.. So what now? Is it better to do things too fast? or too slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P** **N, for your case, too late for explanations and apologies.. Perhaps we could still be friends if you didn't try to explain things. Explanations... i thought it would be for the better? Guess you did a bad job at that.&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong for one thing. There ARE people whom i appreciate in life.. but you're one of those whom i have come to a dead end and that is as far as our friendship go. I should be forgiving? yes..to a certain extent.. but i'm not God.. i'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of things, time has been partially fair to me.. One friendship all patched up. Just want to tell you that i'm really glad that it worked out this way for us! I'm not sure about you, but it is a matter of importance that i am your friend again.. For i do not want to be only a memory in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts today.. For tomorrow, it's back to the vicious cycle of my life of melancholy.. the working life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-2464466939889529965?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/2464466939889529965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=2464466939889529965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2464466939889529965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/2464466939889529965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2007/03/melancholy-life.html' title='The melancholy life...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuVM_e_p0bM/RglUN55miSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ig1H0e81mHQ/s72-c/hitchikers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30333376.post-115141429023679864</id><published>2006-06-27T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:18:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A verse...for a loved one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3251/1600/24554674937877l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3251/320/24554674937877l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to my little sister,&lt;br /&gt;On 16th July far away she'l be.&lt;br /&gt;The more i try, it just gets tougher,&lt;br /&gt;I know very little of you i'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe, be strong, have faith in God,&lt;br /&gt;For he will be your light, your fire.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are, no longer a tod,&lt;br /&gt;but to say i'm not worried, i'l be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent brother, i may not have been,&lt;br /&gt;but love for a sibling, i hope you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the joy and tears we all have shared,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you grow up was what made me glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to lil' sis: Everytime, anytime you're down, look at this, and smile to it.. I will then see your smile in my dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30333376-115141429023679864?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/115141429023679864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=115141429023679864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/115141429023679864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/115141429023679864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2006/06/versefor-loved-one.html' title='A verse...for a loved one..'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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-30333376.post-115141093573199819</id><published>2006-06-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:22:15.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The revolution begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3251/1600/bullhorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3251/320/bullhorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greetings to those who will read this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.. This is indeed my first post of my first-going-to-be-frequently-updated blog. I will not deny it.. I AM lazy to update things like friendster, blogs and other whatnots.. but due to requests of friends, i am compelled to start this blog to document the things i go through in life and lessons i've learnt in time spent on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lay back, enjoy yourself with visuals and a pint of cold beer, occasionally knocking yourself out laughing at parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/30333376-115141093573199819?l=abyssof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/feeds/115141093573199819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30333376&amp;postID=115141093573199819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/115141093573199819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30333376/posts/default/115141093573199819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abyssof.blogspot.com/2006/06/revolution-begins.html' title='The revolution begins...'/><author><name>Shaun nuahS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523239664417582465</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></feed>
