<?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-6968689</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:52:49.175+08:00</updated><category term='More time for myself.'/><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Just stuff about what i feel and start thinking about...Mostly will take place on a train ride home..Hehe :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968689.post-5317885159271266204</id><published>2008-05-24T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:48:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time...</title><content type='html'>I've not sat down and just do nothing but surf the net for the longest time... looking at the last time i wrote in here, whats it been.... 6 months? wow.. time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to Taiwan and back... not really the best since its more for work den a holiday.. holiday coming soon, Hong Kong in about 2 weeks time.. can't wait really.. the thought of not having to wake up in the morning for work is really a fantasy to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess work and now sch is taking up too much of my time.. especially work, but somehow have to live with it i guess... thats how u put food on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have changed since i last blogged... people have come and gone.. people i used to think that i could never live without have slowly but surely started fading in my life... its a  sad thought really... friends mean the world to me, and yet the thought that one day, u realize that u've not seen that particular person for an extended period of time, the feeling is really odd to describe...  baffling really... from young, friends to me have been and probably still is the most important aspect of my life.. without them, i would never be who i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all our paths might cross again one day..&lt;br /&gt;till den..&lt;br /&gt;i guess we have to learn to keep ourselves happy,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-5317885159271266204?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/5317885159271266204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=5317885159271266204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5317885159271266204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5317885159271266204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-5324251923090640873</id><published>2007-11-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:33:12.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while....</title><content type='html'>Work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been the flavor of several months...&lt;br /&gt;no time for everything..&lt;br /&gt;friends, girlfriend, close buddy s, family...&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it all, I'm at work ranting this out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. that's life i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter Century has come and gone.. Being 25 certainly takes its toll on you... You start thinking of things that never bothered you in th past. Could it be another of a quarter life crisis?? I really hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, made a life changing decision recently.. Just hope that i won't live to regret it, not that i have a choice really.. But still, one can only hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those i have not seen in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-5324251923090640873?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/5324251923090640873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=5324251923090640873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5324251923090640873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5324251923090640873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while....'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-4234106319038670464</id><published>2007-06-26T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:57:41.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever &amp; Anything...</title><content type='html'>Would you choose whatever or anything???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you dun choose, would you end up with nothing in the end??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-4234106319038670464?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/4234106319038670464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=4234106319038670464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/4234106319038670464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/4234106319038670464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/06/whatever-anything.html' title='Whatever &amp; Anything...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-8975792553658084231</id><published>2007-05-26T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:30:40.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Search For Truth</title><content type='html'>You can only seek that which you know and when you really understand , you already have it, so it need not be sought. You cannot seek something you do not know.Whatever you seek and whenever you seek it, it is always only One and the One is what you are already.So you cannot seek something you do not know and when you know you are seeking, you already have it. When you seek the world, you get misery and when you want to find your way out of misery, you will find the Divine.A man lost a penny and was looking for it in a bush when he found a huge treasure. He was not seeking for treasure but only for his lost penny. In the same way, when you seek one thing you may get something else and it may be much greater than what you lost.The truth, or Self, cannot be sought directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ragavendra Swami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-8975792553658084231?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/8975792553658084231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=8975792553658084231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8975792553658084231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8975792553658084231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-search-for-truth.html' title='In The Search For Truth'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-3807172079307082563</id><published>2007-05-26T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:30:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Word for Love</title><content type='html'>I knew a woman who always found an excuse to love.I met her working at the most difficult job of my life - as a helper in an after-school daycare center. I was completely unprepared for the work; I had no training and my temperament seemed to be particularly unsuited to the position.I reminded myself that I was hired to watch the children, play with them and lead arts and crafts - not fix all of their problems, of which there were many. And my only help was Mrs. Tucker, a 73-year-old retired social worker who worked with me. All that stood between the kids and disaster was me and a 73-year-old woman. And I wasn't that sturdy a defense! But I soon learned that Mrs. Tucker was a master with these children."Some children just need more love," she always said. A case in point was Timmy. Timmy received special help at school because of his emotional problems. He was developmentally delayed. He often fought with other children and was a compulsive hair-puller. I could never get close to Timmy - he did not trust anyone. Anyone, that is, except Mrs. Tucker. He responded her. He genuinely loved her because, I came to believe, she loved him.One day a fight broke out between Timmy and one of the other children. After separating them, Mrs. Tucker directed Timmy to sit in a chair. He screamed, "I HATE YOU, Mrs. Tucker! You're a mean, old lady! I hate you!""I know you hate me right now, Timmy," she said firmly, "but I'm sure not going to let you pull the other children's hair."After a while Timmy had calmed down and Mrs. Tucker called him over. His cheeks were still dirty and bore dried tear streaks. I could not hear their conversation, but I saw Timmy put his arms around her neck. When I walked by I heard him say, "I'm sorry I called you a mean old lady, Mrs. Tucker." I knew he meant it.A little later Mrs. Tucker said to me, "Timmy just needs more love than other children."On another occasion I heard Timmy's mother say, "You work magic with him, Mrs. Tucker. He doesn't respond to anybody like he does to you."Maybe so, but sometimes "magic" is just another word for "love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Steve Goodier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-3807172079307082563?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/3807172079307082563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=3807172079307082563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/3807172079307082563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/3807172079307082563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-word-for-love.html' title='Another Word for Love'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-569824497772164875</id><published>2007-05-26T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:28:30.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of The Day</title><content type='html'>Encourage one another. Many times a word of praise or thanks or appreciation or cheer has kept people on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Charles Swindoll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-569824497772164875?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/569824497772164875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=569824497772164875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/569824497772164875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/569824497772164875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-of-day_5481.html' title='Thought of The Day'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-6421998327093565570</id><published>2007-05-26T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:27:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it need to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or tis flame burns low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Ward Beecher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-6421998327093565570?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/6421998327093565570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=6421998327093565570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/6421998327093565570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/6421998327093565570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-9033456699693437687</id><published>2007-05-26T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:25:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Do not place the words of gurus, ministers, priests, scientists, psychologists, friends -- or my words -- higher than the feelings of your own being. You can learn much from others, but the deepest knowledge must come from within yourself. Your own consciousness is embarked upon a reality that basically can be experienced by no other, that is unique and untranslatable, with its own meaning, following its own paths of becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Seth/Jane Roberts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-9033456699693437687?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/9033456699693437687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=9033456699693437687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/9033456699693437687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/9033456699693437687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-of-day_9137.html' title='Thought Of The Day'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-8041462556541672133</id><published>2007-05-26T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:24:42.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of The Day</title><content type='html'>When Mozart was composing at the end of the eighteenth century, the city of Vienna was so quiet that fire alarms could be given verbally, by a shouting watchman mounted on top of St. Stefan's Cathedral. In twentieth-century society, the noise level is such that it keeps knocking our bodies out of tune and out of their natural rhythms. This ever-increasing assault of sound upon our ears, minds, and bodies adds to the stress load of civilized beings trying to live in a highly complex environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Halpern, Steven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-8041462556541672133?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/8041462556541672133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=8041462556541672133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8041462556541672133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8041462556541672133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-of-day_26.html' title='Thought of The Day'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-8814152015932991230</id><published>2007-05-07T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:02:56.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself, the  most comforting words of all; this, too, shall pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Ann  Landers (1918 - 2002)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-8814152015932991230?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/8814152015932991230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=8814152015932991230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8814152015932991230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/8814152015932991230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought Of The Day'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-3410139933409743234</id><published>2007-04-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:44:15.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of True Love and Humanity</title><content type='html'>Got this of another blog... Really meaningful and could teach us a few lessons about life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always about winning but a lot of time, it is about bringing a piece of true love and humanity into this world. This is what the boys in the story did; they had put aside winning in that moment. Certainly something which we all need to learn and constantly remind ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?….you make the choice. Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: “When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?”&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. “I believe  that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.”&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, “Do you think they’ll let me play?”  Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.”&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Catching his breath,&lt;br /&gt;Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!”&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, “Shay, run home! Run home!” Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;“That day”, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world”.&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-3410139933409743234?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/3410139933409743234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=3410139933409743234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/3410139933409743234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/3410139933409743234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/04/piece-of-true-love-and-humanity.html' title='A Piece of True Love and Humanity'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-7756473076408520253</id><published>2007-04-08T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:40:33.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown is inherent in the family relationship, and the tendency is to move into fear. In fear, we either become aggressive, trying to mold others to our will, or we retract, withholding our love. Make love your habit, regardless of the circumstance, and breakdown will give way to breakthrough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-7756473076408520253?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/7756473076408520253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=7756473076408520253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/7756473076408520253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/7756473076408520253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/04/breakdown-is-inherent-in-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-5043713597358217934</id><published>2007-04-08T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:39:37.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 WIVES</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with him.Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife . Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took noticeof her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, I now have four wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."Thus, he asked the 4th wife , "I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will You follow me and keep me company?""No way!", replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?""No!", replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!", replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave." Her answer struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: "I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was very skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, we all have the 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and e ffort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others. Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that will follow us to the throne of God and continue with us throughoutEternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-5043713597358217934?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/5043713597358217934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=5043713597358217934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5043713597358217934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/5043713597358217934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-wives.html' title='4 WIVES'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-2415054047133681083</id><published>2007-04-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:36:23.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Zodiac Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;How true is this?? u decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO&lt;br /&gt;The Virgin Dominant in relationships. Sexy. someone loves them right&lt;br /&gt;now.  Freak in bed. Always wants the last word. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;Smart. Intellectual.  Attractive. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to forget. Love at first sight. Everything you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Easy to please. The one and only.  Ultimate sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;The sex addict. Can be mean. EXTREMELY  sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Predict  future. Most erotic. (Freak in&lt;br /&gt;bed.)&lt;br /&gt;(GREAT kisser.) Always get what they  want. Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going. Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Talkative. The sexiest  ever....Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA&lt;br /&gt;The lame lover. Very pretty. Very  romantic. Nice to everyone They&lt;br /&gt;meet. Their  Love is one of a kind.  Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Have own unique sexiness. Most  caring  person  you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing n Bed..!!! Did I say Amazing in Bed?  not the kind of person&lt;br /&gt;you wanna #### with...&lt;br /&gt;u might end up crying... the most irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES&lt;br /&gt;The Liar,  Outgoing. Lovable. Spontanious. Not one  to #### with.&lt;br /&gt;Erotic. Funny. Take you on trips to the moon in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent kisser&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY sexy. Loves being in long relationships.=) Addictive. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;br /&gt;Does it in the water. Trustworthy.  Sexy. Great kisser. One of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in  long-term relationships. Extremely&lt;br /&gt;energetic.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing in bed, THE BEST LOVERS BETTER THAN EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI&lt;br /&gt;Does Twosomes. Nice. Love is  one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good&lt;br /&gt;in bed. Lover not a fighter,  but will still knock you the #### out.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Always happy.&lt;br /&gt;Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful smile. Generous. Strong.&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA SEXY. THE MOST  IRRESISTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO&lt;br /&gt;The Lion in  bed Great talker. Sexy and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;Laid back.&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to have fun. Is really good at. Great kisser. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;Addictive. Attractive. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;Rare to find. Good  when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER&lt;br /&gt;The Cutie MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high ### appeal.Great in bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever&lt;br /&gt;meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Freak in bed. Spontaneous.Great tellin stories. Not a Fighter, But&lt;br /&gt;will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should&lt;br /&gt;hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES&lt;br /&gt;The Piece of ass. Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Too Sexy, DAMN IT. Very high ### appeal. Has the last word.&lt;br /&gt;The best to find, hardest to keep. Fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Freak in  the sheets. Extremely weird but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Super good in bed. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;A partner for life. Always gets what he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke.&lt;br /&gt;Very popular. Silly, fun  and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN:.&lt;br /&gt;The passioate Lover Love to bust. Nice. Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent. Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Predict future.  Irrestible, awesome kisser. Loves being in long&lt;br /&gt;relationships. Great talker.  Always gets what he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;BY FAR the BEST in BED. Very sexy.  Coolest. Loves to own Gemini's in&lt;br /&gt;sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be your first. So you'll never  forget.&lt;br /&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;The Tramp Aggressive. Freak in bed. Rare to find!&lt;br /&gt;Loves  being in long&lt;br /&gt;relationships.Likes to give a good fight for what they&lt;br /&gt;want.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely outgoing. Sexy as .........&lt;br /&gt;Loves to help people in times of  need. Outstanding kisser. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome personality. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual as .........&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind. Not one to #### with.&lt;br /&gt;Are the most sexiest people on  earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS&lt;br /&gt;The Sexy one. Spontaneous. Horny. Freak in Bed. High appeal. Rare to&lt;br /&gt;find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. The one.&lt;br /&gt;So much love to give. Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet.&lt;br /&gt;Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Have own unique sexiness. Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing in Bed..!!! Did I say Amazing in Bed?&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of person you wanna with you might end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-2415054047133681083?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/2415054047133681083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=2415054047133681083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/2415054047133681083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/2415054047133681083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/04/sexy-zodiac-signs.html' title='Sexy Zodiac Signs'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-6131042934433543323</id><published>2007-04-02T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:30:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man are from Mars and Women from Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a good one. retrieved from forum: hahaha... how true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dear, let's go to the cashier." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled. WHAT?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&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/6968689-6131042934433543323?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/6131042934433543323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=6131042934433543323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/6131042934433543323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/6131042934433543323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-are-from-mars-and-women-from-venus.html' title='Man are from Mars and Women from Venus'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-9157385047331467530</id><published>2007-03-31T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T04:21:14.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>"To the world, you may only be one person,&lt;br /&gt;But to that person, you might be his / her world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing need be said about this.&lt;br /&gt;Straight forward and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;Full Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-9157385047331467530?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/9157385047331467530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=9157385047331467530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/9157385047331467530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/9157385047331467530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-2978683144915707051</id><published>2007-03-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:17:30.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More time for myself.'/><title type='text'>More time for myself.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i blogged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess driving around in the stink mobile has kinda got me hooked.. he he.. &lt;br /&gt;Life's not exactly been good since coming back from Australia..&lt;br /&gt;some of it have been better, some of it have taken a turn for the worst..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you win some, u lose some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have nearly died twice now while driving.. Being the P Plated driver that i am, nearly drove into the ocean on one occasion, and turned out of a filter lane on another occasion, nearly being beheaded by the oncoming bus, which i failed to notice... good thing is, so far, have not encountered my first road block yet.. mildly could be due to the fact that I'm good?? Na, i think otherwise.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works been its usual bitchy self.. Even when we are having so called "ad min" time, there still seems to be so much to do.. It never ends man, I'm telling u.. that light in the end of the tunnel seems to be getting dimmer and dimmer by the second.. Sometimes, i really wonder if my boss is aware of the pressure that we face from him.. He seems so nonchalant about it at times, like as though we owe him a living.. But then again, on the flip side, there are moments whereby i feel he's doing a good job.. Maybe its just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to spend more time with myself.. kinda get the feeling that I'm losing touch with myself, being so busy with work and everybody else.. always putting others before me.. dun get me wrong, i enjoy helping others. The feeling it brings is one of the best in the world, if there is even a comparison for it. But sometimes, just sometimes, i question myself. I always help others but will others help me when my time of need comes? I'm not going to doubt some of the people that i know will cover my back. but how about others? Have i done enough to "qualify" as a part of their life?? I guess its something that i can only live in time to find out.. Sometimes the least expected will surprise you in more ways than one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;More time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;More time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my new resolution for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-2978683144915707051?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/2978683144915707051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=2978683144915707051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/2978683144915707051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/2978683144915707051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-time-for-myself.html' title='More time for myself.'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116952003454011274</id><published>2007-01-23T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:40:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*The Story of the 8 Monkeys*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is based on an actual experiment conducted in the UK) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading&lt;br /&gt;to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed&lt;br /&gt;with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey&lt;br /&gt;attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be&lt;br /&gt;sprayed, set upon him and beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the&lt;br /&gt;room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other&lt;br /&gt;monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb&lt;br /&gt;the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;however, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again&lt;br /&gt;attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out&lt;br /&gt;of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the&lt;br /&gt;receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other&lt;br /&gt;monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new&lt;br /&gt;monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now&lt;br /&gt;in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically&lt;br /&gt;beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*..................and that is how most companies' policies get established.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like this at the workplace. Employees just do certain&lt;br /&gt;procedures because others are doing the same....without knowing why they do&lt;br /&gt;them and whether what they have been doing all along can be improved or&lt;br /&gt;changed. They say its the policy. At times, it feels it's just the&lt;br /&gt;standard practices that have been passed down from employee to employee.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116952003454011274?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116952003454011274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116952003454011274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116952003454011274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116952003454011274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-of-8-monkeys.html' title='*The Story of the 8 Monkeys*'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116792257797561761</id><published>2007-01-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:56:17.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pictorial Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/647225/DSC01000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/104951/DSC01000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What better way to end the year with bad hair and a screwed up face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/13876/DSC00991_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/448568/DSC00991_edited-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennifer's House...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/875179/DSC00988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/969798/DSC00988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas at the Yaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/484705/DSC00947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/689853/DSC00947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day before Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/489649/DSC00938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/247568/DSC00938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/950450/DSC00928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/150963/DSC00928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Angelus Choir caroling at Orchid Country Club..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116792257797561761?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116792257797561761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116792257797561761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116792257797561761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116792257797561761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-pictorial-holidays.html' title='My Pictorial Holidays...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116641171396161295</id><published>2006-12-18T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:15:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big fat hole in my pocket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/1600/109571/m_COT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6803/395/400/265991/m_COT2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car I'm getting... the exact model and exact colour... Finally, after so many years of planning to get a damn car, its finally coming.. no more resolutions for the next 5 yrs at least!!!! ha ha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it'll only be a weekend car but thankfully, this lifestyle of mine suits it perfectly... ha ha!!!  if all goes well, then it should be here by the end of next month.. time to start the countdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on the list will be to save enough money to get back to sch... damn degree courses are costing a bomb nowadays but haiz, no choice la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! haven't done any Christmas shopping yet.. Should really start soon though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are the best.. where there is no work and everything revolves around lazing at home and wondering what to do for the day... though i must admit that it kinda takes some getting used to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up on the calendar, CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116641171396161295?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116641171396161295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116641171396161295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116641171396161295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116641171396161295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-fat-hole-in-my-pocket.html' title='A big fat hole in my pocket...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116585365541870922</id><published>2006-12-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:14:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.. Thank God!!!</title><content type='html'>The trip was all in all a disappointment if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it was a change in environment but sadly, nothing that i envisioned that it would be.. work, work and more work kept me busy throughout and when i finally had time after everything was over, was forced to stay in, feeling like some prison cell, for like 4 days., Imagine in a foreign country with nothing to do, about 1 hours drive away from civilisation, with no vehicle to get there what so ever, for 4 freakin days.. was close to crazy by the end of the first day.. now looking back, really have no idea how the hell i survived that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its great to be back.. missed all my frens, my family, my beloved girlfren and so many more to mention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, its time to try to get the car!!!! hope santa's listening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now only to survive the few days that i have to go back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, anybody interested in taking up rock climbing???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116585365541870922?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116585365541870922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116585365541870922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116585365541870922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116585365541870922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-thank-god.html' title='I&apos;m Back.. Thank God!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116367457810793054</id><published>2006-11-16T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:56:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till 9 Dec</title><content type='html'>Take care of yourselves till i get back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to coax Santa and some kangaroos back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116367457810793054?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116367457810793054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116367457810793054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116367457810793054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116367457810793054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/11/till-9-dec_16.html' title='Till 9 Dec'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116292805565860991</id><published>2006-11-08T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T03:34:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days</title><content type='html'>Its only about a week more before i fly to Australia...&lt;br /&gt;its great if you're going there for a holiday, but sadly, i do not have that luxury.. I'm flying there to work.. Damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whole long laundry list of things for me to do before i fky.. Have to submit my stuff by this week and i still haven't even started packing.. OhMIGOsh!!!! oh well, knwoing myself, i'll probably pack light... i mean, how much clothes can you possibly bring for three weeks??? hopefully, i don't contradict myself on this... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's kinda good now that i've finally gotten that damn driving license of mine.. Six bloody years of taking it.. (Hey, stop laughing), must be a record of sorts though i must say a pass on my first attempt for the actual practical is a considerable achivement... hehe.. Looking at a whole list of cars now within my budget.. Hopefully if all goes well,can settle the payment by the time i get back frm Australia den i can zip around in my very own car!!  so exciting.. Goodness, feel like a small kid now with a new toy to play with.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, next immediate task in hand would be to park my sorry little ass back in school... looking at a degree course in MDIS.. Hopefully the payment won't be as much i think it would be.. Really have to start watching what i spend if i plan to buy a car an study as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing!!!! i wan to go clubbing!!!! but after the MOS experience, i have learnt never to open bottles again even if i have a wallet fullof cash.. That night really killed me, now looking back on hindsight.. Even though, i must admit, had a great time with the company i had that night, still, the suffering at the end of the month really doesn't seem to fir the bill completely... oh well, some lessons are probably menat to learnt this way.. hehe.. just take it as it comes and TRY not to do it again lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun think i've been spending enough time with everybody altely.. Work is being its usual self, taking up almost all the time that i have, leaving me only 2 days to try to fit everybody's schedule in.. so sorry if i haven't been able to meet up with anybody at all, promise after Australia, Christmas period will be a blast!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i'm sorry darling if i've been neglecting you for a while... I can always hide behind the excuse of work, but i think i'm mostly to blame as well.. Promise i'll try to spend more time with you after i get back ok?? I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i'm in the office now taking a break??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116292805565860991?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116292805565860991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116292805565860991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116292805565860991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116292805565860991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/11/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down The Days'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116248494108906995</id><published>2006-11-03T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:29:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAN CAR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Time to save...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan to get my damn car by december... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116248494108906995?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116248494108906995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116248494108906995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116248494108906995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116248494108906995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wan-car.html' title='I WAN CAR!!!!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-116059258334986414</id><published>2006-10-12T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:49:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the most loved game...</title><content type='html'>watching soccer is, i must say, a most frustating thing...&lt;br /&gt;especially when the team that u support plays like shit, the other team seems to be an entire team of hollywood actors, that upon slightest contact, drops on the floor like as though they've been hit by a sniper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindside, england are very unlucky.. Gerrard the man ain't playing, they chose of all moments to change a formation, and concede two freakily unlucky goals... man, suddenly it feels like the sunday soccer league that i was playing over the weekend could produce better action..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never believe the second goal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-116059258334986414?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/116059258334986414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=116059258334986414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116059258334986414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/116059258334986414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/10/watching-most-loved-game.html' title='Watching the most loved game...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115980178350219448</id><published>2006-10-02T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:09:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Fuckin Four</title><content type='html'>It came and went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official.. I'm twenty fuckin four...&lt;br /&gt;Old as a bird man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eve was spent drinkin at Charmaine's place... loads of fun till the host decided to bless the house with her lovely puke... all in all it was great fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day itself was generally a real lazy day... didn't go out till the evening when i met corrinne... made our way down to East Coast for a generaly great drinking session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue was ok but the company was first class.. no words to describe it actually.. &lt;br /&gt;I sincerely would like to thank all who made it down.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside though, i do feel a tad bitter about those who didn't make it down.. not that i'm pissed with them or anything..  i'm sure they have their reasons for not being able to make it, but still it does leave a wound deep within... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope they all know how much they mean to me, near or far... Hopefully its a feeling i never experience again cuz i know its something i dun ever wan to be guilty of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty fuckin four... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice ring to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115980178350219448?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115980178350219448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115980178350219448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115980178350219448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115980178350219448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty-fuckin-four.html' title='Twenty Fuckin Four'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115958746222506054</id><published>2006-09-30T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:37:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressingly Older...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty fuckin 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.. halfway to retirement....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115958746222506054?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115958746222506054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115958746222506054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115958746222506054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115958746222506054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/09/depressingly-older.html' title='Depressingly Older...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115803984281630095</id><published>2006-09-12T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:44:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the less common days...</title><content type='html'>I'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the head.. but sick.. cough cough, throat hurts like crazy sick, u know what i mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to the doc to get some medicine man.. my throat is killing me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least dun have to work today... its kinda like a good and bad thingy.. good knowing that i dun have to travel my ass halfway round singapore just to get to work and be totally exhausted.. bad in a way that i've still tons of work yet to be done... think i'm becoming a partial workaholic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a driving lesson last week for the first time in a long time.. &lt;br /&gt;my test is next month and really dun think i'm getting enough practice...&lt;br /&gt;and as a testiment to how bad it was, here's what my instructor told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: You are driving very confidently, BUT you have to check your blind spots, your blah blah blah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'm playing too much Need for Speed... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115803984281630095?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115803984281630095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115803984281630095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115803984281630095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115803984281630095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-of-less-common-days.html' title='One of the less common days...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115596387009789413</id><published>2006-08-19T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:04:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The age of the life less led by many...</title><content type='html'>I think age is finally beginning to catch up with me...&lt;br /&gt;All my life, i dun think i've ever things i was suppose to be doing at the age.. &lt;br /&gt;take for example, my career choice.. who goes to the door of the government and asks to be enlisted in the army?? At the age of 16, whereby everyone else in the right frame of mind is slogging for thier 'O's, i nicely go into the army and serve my country.. Sounds patriotic?? my ass.. at 18, the whole world is enjoying their youth, going out to partys and getting drunk, i'm slogging this little butt of mine in the army, playing 'mother' to a bunch of guys who have no choice but to serve their country... At 23, i get a rank that most would associate to a guy in their late 20's..&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm complaining really.. this job has taught me many things, and moulded me into somebody i never thought i could be.. but as of many things, there is always a price to pay..  and this price for me, is the fact that i will never be able to live the life that everyone else went through... &lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to tell anyone how poly life was.. just to name a point.. as little a deal as it moght be, it contributes to a whole bigger picture... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts in my head seem to be permantly stuck there.. and its really affecting me in more ways than one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realise how i must be sounding like a guy who has some permant disability..&lt;br /&gt;well i'm halfway there i reckon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115596387009789413?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115596387009789413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115596387009789413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115596387009789413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115596387009789413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/08/age-of-life-less-led-by-many.html' title='The age of the life less led by many...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115488308340347435</id><published>2006-08-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:34:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we really see all around us??</title><content type='html'>The weekend was welcomed with open arms for me.. Afterwhat seems like an eternity of a week at work, it was much welcomed for me to relax.. however, on friday, i guess the toll of work got the better of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry babes for throwing a kiddy fit that night.. Guess frustrations at work have been building up to cause me to blow up a minor fit that night.. Hope u guys will forgive me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often underestimate the importance of friendship.. So often we have frens we have known for donkey years but never seem to get around knowing them better... And so often when they are gone, only den do we realise what a fren he/she could have been.. Too late to make amends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo, i never really knew you well.. Despite having known you for yrs, we were always more of associates.. Frens who knew each other via other frens.. Now that its too late, all i can only say is that you will be dearly missed by all.. Your presence in the group will always be missed no matter what.. And we know you are in a better place now with the Lord.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/1600/050911_203517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/400/050911_203517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frome left: Angelo, Carole and Rene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelo&lt;br /&gt;(1985 - 2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115488308340347435?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115488308340347435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115488308340347435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115488308340347435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115488308340347435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-we-really-see-all-around-us.html' title='Do we really see all around us??'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115454947025285248</id><published>2006-08-03T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T04:14:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem after Problem, Time after Time..</title><content type='html'>As the heading suggests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tops it all off.. Having negative emotions towards your work is a really dangerous thing.. Being a person who firmly believes in "passion for the job", it certainly doesn't help that work has been worst than a bitch of late.. Dun get me wrong, in certain ways, i love my job.. No where else gives you free lunches, a place to sleep and confirmed bonuses... But the catch to it really is beginning to feel as though it ain't worth the money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, some of the closest people i am to at work are leaving, just as i plan to do in a few years time.. However, the thought of them leaving unleashes this little tingy of jealousy within me.. When would it be my turn?? Can i honestly last till the end of my contract, the way things are going now?? I'm really kinda caught in between to begin with.. My bosses are ok, not too demanding and certainly rather understanding toward my cause.. But i guess its the duration of the time i've been on this job that is really starting to take its toll on me.. I've always been a roamer, a person who can never sit down for too long.. And certainly this part of my personality is telling me that i can't stay on this job forever.. I can't picture myself doing that too.. Guess in certain ways, just have to grit my teeth and finish off what i started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though that wasn't enough, to add to all that, time hasn't really been a good friend of mine.. Been finding myself not being able to spend enough time with my girlfriend, my family and my friends.. In fact, trying to squeeze out time for them can result in a whole reshuffle of schedules.. Ain't really gettin used to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, i've finally realised that i've been suffering from insomnia for quite a while now.. it started with late nights working so it wasn't that bad.. Nowadys, in fact for the last year or so, i find myself having difficuly sleeping at night, be it whether i have something important on the next day.. Tossing and turning all night long makes it all the more worst.. Thoughts enter my head vividly and leave as soon as they arrive.. As a result, everything suffers from a chain effect from that.. Have really tried to force myself to re-adapt back but seem to be failing more often than not.. Worse than trying to quit smoking man..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get my thoughts back in check and especially my life.. It just seems to be going downhill.. But then again, having lived this ridiculously colourful life of mine, have really taught myself that suffering never lasts forever.. Its only a matter of when.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i SHOULD see a doctor instead, other than the dentist that i finally decided to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115454947025285248?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115454947025285248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115454947025285248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115454947025285248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115454947025285248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/08/problem-after-problem-time-after-time.html' title='Problem after Problem, Time after Time..'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115291626372510299</id><published>2006-07-15T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T06:40:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guys ALWAYS Finish Last...</title><content type='html'>"Its really funny how life plays an everlasting game of chess with a one's emotions..&lt;br /&gt;Its always waiting for you to make the next move, waiting for u to screw up big time..&lt;br /&gt;You on the other hand, reluctant to be beaten time and again, struggle consistantly to keep up, preying the next wrong move that might be made...&lt;br /&gt;And to our distinct disadvantage, life can just suddenly send distractions to take control of the situation, thus turning it back towards its favour..&lt;br /&gt;And the sad part is we do not have any trump cards to return the favour what so ever.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this show today..Though i didn't get a chance to finish watching it, still it was really sad cuz it was one of those "nice guys finish last"  kinda shows.. You know, its the worst situation to be in.. Being the nicest person  but always ended up being taken advantage of.. Not to say that its done on purpose, but rather subconciously.. It was about this guy who always put others before him, people he loved, people he was willing to sacrifice his life for.. But sadly, life wasn't as fair to him as it should have been.. Already having a distraction of having somebody, he conveniently goes and falls for this other girl who was also attached.. But due to the fact that he was attached, he  couldn't possibly fall for the other girl.. Supressing feelings within him, he had no choice but to love from a distance.. Being a good fren but wanting so much more.. As creepy as it sounds, it genuinely touched me on how sincere he was to this girl.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was to here that i had to go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must finish watching it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also kinda reminds me of a post i put up a few months back...&lt;br /&gt;This is to all the nice guys out there... Live on my frens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/11/stumbled.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115291626372510299?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115291626372510299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115291626372510299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115291626372510299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115291626372510299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-guys-always-finish-last.html' title='Nice Guys ALWAYS Finish Last...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-115082409576922240</id><published>2006-06-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:21:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>Just arrived back yesterday from Hong Kong... &lt;br /&gt;A great break.. Just exactly how i wanted it... &lt;br /&gt;The company made it all the more better...&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more about it in a few days when i can... &lt;br /&gt;Back to work tommorow.. :( &lt;br /&gt;till den...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-115082409576922240?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/115082409576922240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=115082409576922240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115082409576922240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/115082409576922240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114822448553388405</id><published>2006-05-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:14:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>Just watched the show today and i must say, in my opinion of course, it sticks rather closely to the book.. Which is good and bad in both ways if u think about it...&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for certain, it certainly screws around with your mind about your faith (if you are christian), and give you whole new perceptions about Christianity(if you are not).. Oh well, to each his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do wan to catch some other shows, namely X-Men 3, Over the Hedge and The Wild... CAn't wait man.. Just really hope that work does not bog me down.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O did i mention i'm hopping to Hong Kong this June? Anybody need anything?? Lemme know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114822448553388405?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114822448553388405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114822448553388405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114822448553388405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114822448553388405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114727820225245576</id><published>2006-05-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:23:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>For the most part of my life, i have based it on one theory.. Do anything u want, but never ever turn back to regret it.. And faithfully, for most of my life, i have followed what i preached... But yesterday, as Noel was leaving or should i say for the most of yesterday evening, i was filled with nothing but the worst feeling that i hate so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, the legend.. The best bud i ever had.. The guy i grew up with.. The person i could never ever stay angry with.. The most patient fren i ever had.. The one who could always knock sense into me when all in front of me seemed lost... Left for Houston for the next 6 yrs to study to be a vet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the days that i've known him which dates back really to primary sch.. His love and compassion for animals have always been there.. often we spoke about our dreams...and i'm so glad that he's well on his way to fulfilling his.. On the flipside, the bravest move of going abroad all alone, leaving your family and frens and all that you've ever known behind...Those thoughts must have surrounded him when he entered the departure hall.. From his call to JJ about 15 mins later, he sounded sad, almost troubled... we sensed this and felt every emotion that must have been runnning through him at that very moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regret i have is that i never could spend enough time with him... Let alone a dinner... Work bogged me down for the last few months, and crucially the last 2 weeks.. and now, the question really is when is that next time i can even see him again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not forever i know, but time has always been the enemy to most...For it was time that tore us apart right from the beginning.. As JJ put it to me perfectly, we must not make the same mistake again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts go out to you bro.. Wherever you might be right now.. its less than 24 hrs but i'm missing u more than ever inm the last few yrs.. I guess its just realisation sinking in... its true reallym you'll never know what u had, or have, till its long gone.. When you do realise its true value, it would have been way too late... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to make this same mistake again.. This i swear on my very grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in Feb at Houston next yr... i will walk there if i have to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114727820225245576?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114727820225245576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114727820225245576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114727820225245576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114727820225245576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/05/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114710574912322519</id><published>2006-05-09T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:29:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Luck??!!!</title><content type='html'>Not blogging for a few months has gotten me to realise how busy i've been..&lt;br /&gt;Work, church(stop laughing..) takes up most of my time nowadays... So sorry if i haven't been spending enough time with my friends... I wish i could.. i really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that Noel (My childhood buddy) is flying off to the States on Wed.. He'll be gone for 6 freakin years.. And me, i can't even afford the time to meet him for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed really though its not entirely my fault.. Makes you wonder doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. so pissed, my tagboard got spamed, so hence the change in skins... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114710574912322519?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114710574912322519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114710574912322519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114710574912322519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114710574912322519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/05/wat-luck.html' title='Wat Luck??!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114569126025891994</id><published>2006-04-22T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:34:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/1600/DSCK0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/320/DSCK0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Darling!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114569126025891994?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114569126025891994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114569126025891994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114569126025891994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114569126025891994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114569117439799476</id><published>2006-04-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:32:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/1600/img_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/320/img_1045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114569117439799476?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114569117439799476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114569117439799476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114569117439799476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114569117439799476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114373615024016700</id><published>2006-03-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:29:10.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for so long people.. Life's been a bitch, so have i!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busy period that i've been going through seems to finally be fading out... Worst few months of my life really... Not in a bad way, but rather, life become so busy that i didn't even time to do anything... Spend time with corrinne, with me beloved frens, my family, even go home at times... Hopefully things will look up... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing on my agenda now is to go collect my damn dilpoma cert that has been collecting dust over at Informatics... Den hopefully, going to enrol myself in SIM... Hopefully ain't too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seemingly forever driving license would be next.. Have to go renew my stoopid PDL again.. (3rd time??) Hey, stop laughing... :P Have to finish it before the end of this year if not its an invalid advanced theory for me again... Man, must be one of the people who take forever to finish thier driving lessons... Least i know i ain't the worse.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fully i will have more time now and even squeeze a holiday if possible... Any ideas people???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114373615024016700?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114373615024016700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114373615024016700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114373615024016700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114373615024016700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-114028466860819882</id><published>2006-02-19T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:44:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days...</title><content type='html'>These last few weks have really been hectic.. The amount of work now in the office is really unbearable nowadays.. On the verge of losing it really... 2 hours of sleep a day, staying in 5 days a week.. even my weekends are filled up by other commitments that i have.. Life seems to be heading toward a mono stage again.. Still fighting though, it will end... i know it will.. the only question would be when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-day was simple enough.. No fancy dinners anywhere, considering me and corrinne are both lazybums.. :P bought dinner back and ate at my place.. nothing romantic and fancy cuz i really had no time to prep.. However, still managed to dig up some time to get her a beautiful bracelet watch from swatch and a kickass big bunch of 13 roses.. (one for every month we have been together.... imagine next yr!!) come to think about it, its been 13 months since we got together.. No doubt we have our disagreements but other than that, its really been smooth sailing.. Good and bad if you ask me... but thats another story for another day... However, i would still like to declare loudly that i realy do love her very much irregardless... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to go in to go into KL next weekend for a quick minor holiday but plans for that have come to a halt due to other committments... again.... when man??? no idea really...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must really try to find some time through this hectic schedule of mine to meet up with the rest... Amanda, andi, rene, rod, carole, amanda yap, sophie, up, roch, rob, debz, del and all the rest i failed to mention... realllllllllly miss u guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-114028466860819882?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/114028466860819882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=114028466860819882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114028466860819882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/114028466860819882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/these-days.html' title='These days...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113916432314583839</id><published>2006-02-06T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:32:03.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/1600/chelseapriceless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/320/chelseapriceless.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched finished the Chelski &amp; Pool match...&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is i think the ref should really head on down to the optician to get his damn eyes checked... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world was Reina sent off when he was provoked by Robben?? that challenge was more of a yellow card than a red man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Benetiz, i think Fowler really should have played.. If not for the whole game, at least the last half an hour??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, i bet my grand mother could head the ball better than Peter Crouch....If not, at least Morienties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these frustrations man... Oh, i hope Barcelona whips the holy hell out of Chelski when they meet.. And i'm pretty sure Arsenal and Man U fans would think likewise...&lt;br /&gt;Roch brought up a very interesting point.. Usually, when English clubs play in Europe,say Man U in the past, all fans regardless Liverpool or Arsenal fans would really somehow find it deep within themselves to support them.. But I dun think the same can be said for Chelski....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant, i think thats the only word that can be used to describe them.. Honestly... the way they play, I feel is really shortchanged if u ask me.. Well, u're that gd to be considered to be professional and yet you end up dropping like a ton of bricks when touched even slightly.. And when the same thing happens to the opponent, u complain and even suggest to the ref to get others sent off... Professional???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anger management is over... Said my piece... Back to regular life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113916432314583839?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113916432314583839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113916432314583839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113916432314583839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113916432314583839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-hell-man.html' title='What the Hell man...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113897437606217756</id><published>2006-02-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:46:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress... what it is and how we can deal with it..</title><content type='html'>We all experience stress in our daily lives. It is an inevitable and inescapable aspect of living. However, there are two kinds of stress. The first is positive, energising, and motivating. It is a force that gets us moving and galvanises us into action. The other type of stress has a negative effect on us. This is when we experience an overload of stress from a situation, producing fatigue, exhaustion, physical illness or tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identifying your stressors:&lt;br /&gt;You need to learn to identify which situations you find difficult so that you can beter manage the stress in your life. When we refer to someone being stressed, we perceive that she/he has too many depands placed on the person. All of the issus below may increase the level of stress in a person's life, and common reasons people give for their stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Relationship is in trouble&lt;br /&gt;    * Financial pressure&lt;br /&gt;    * Family demands&lt;br /&gt;    * Ill health or cronic pains&lt;br /&gt;    * Deadlines or work overload&lt;br /&gt;    * Too many tasks to do in too little time&lt;br /&gt;    * Feeling out of control&lt;br /&gt;    * Feeling insecure about future plans&lt;br /&gt;    * Not enough personal time&lt;br /&gt;    * Frustration at work&lt;br /&gt;    * Boredome, monotony or lack of stimulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People react to stress in different ways - often negative causing the overall behaviour to differ from the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we manage this stress?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for something to be stressful we have to perceive it as a cause for stress. Sometimes we exaggerate a situation's potential effect so hat it becomes stressfull. Secondly, we often undermine our ability to manage problems. By expecting a situation to be difficult we perceive it as stressful. If you don't expect to cope, you probably won't. Conversely, with positive expectations, you have the power to diminish the level of stress. So choosing your attitude can be the key to the amount of stress you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we avoid excessive stress in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;If you can identify the causes of stress in your life, you can then learn to deal with stress in a constructive way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Plan your time, and write down everything that you have to do each day&lt;br /&gt;    * Make sure you have enough time for yourself each week, for the things you enjoy doing&lt;br /&gt;    * Spend time with friends - social contact is therapeutic&lt;br /&gt;    * Exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;    * Make sure you have something to look forward to - holidays and treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed from "The Pocket Book Therapist"&lt;br /&gt;by Susie Wise and Cyndi Kaplan-Freiman;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 : Understanding and Managing Stress (pg 52-55)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113897437606217756?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113897437606217756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113897437606217756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897437606217756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897437606217756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress-what-it-is-and-how-we-can-deal.html' title='Stress... what it is and how we can deal with it..'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113897419237651762</id><published>2006-02-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:43:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel Effect</title><content type='html'>Traveling through the tunnel got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life flashes by us,&lt;br /&gt;The way the lights in the tunnel pass,&lt;br /&gt;We know it's passing,&lt;br /&gt;Yet don't really care about the knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we know life's passing,&lt;br /&gt;But don't care enough to take hold of it,&lt;br /&gt;Too engrossed in the nitty-gritty,&lt;br /&gt;That we lose sight of the whole picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we'll wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Old and greying,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how life passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;Without us accomplishing,&lt;br /&gt;All the hopes and dreams we've had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that moment comes,&lt;br /&gt;It will be too late...&lt;br /&gt;So don't let the lights of life pass you by,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let opportunity slip through your fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Your moment is now, right here...&lt;br /&gt;The moment that will decide your forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113897419237651762?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113897419237651762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113897419237651762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897419237651762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897419237651762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/tunnel-effect.html' title='Tunnel Effect'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113897411955345272</id><published>2006-02-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:41:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Inspiring Quotes on Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink I feel shamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes and dreams If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver." ~ Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. " ~Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading." ~ Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not." ~ Stephen Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven!" ~ Brian O'Rourke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." ~ Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dave Barry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113897411955345272?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113897411955345272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113897411955345272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897411955345272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897411955345272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-inspiring-quotes-on-alcohol.html' title='Some Inspiring Quotes on Alcohol'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113897398330169882</id><published>2006-02-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:39:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur...</title><content type='html'>Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests,the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the prince would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, but Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus: "What a woman really wants," she said, "is to be in charge of her own life." Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. "Which would you prefer? she asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful during the day ... or at night?" Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wonderous, intimate moments with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are a man reading this ...) What would YOUR choice be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are a woman reading this ..) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be? What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot chose is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below........OKAY? and do write to me..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life. Now ... what is the moral to this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is .. 1) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There is a Beautiful heart in every woman no matter even if shes a witch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113897398330169882?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113897398330169882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113897398330169882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897398330169882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113897398330169882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2006/02/king-arthur.html' title='King Arthur...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113285278504761300</id><published>2005-11-25T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:27:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6803/395/400/57.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I were a skywriter, here's what i'd do,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell all the world of my love for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some bright morning you'd look up high,&lt;br /&gt;To see your name all over the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would be happy and I would be proud,&lt;br /&gt;To write my love in words of cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lacking a plane and a pilot's art&lt;br /&gt;I've written your name all over my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egther Burkholder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every moment that i spend with you.. &lt;br /&gt;I love the times when you make me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;I love the times when you laugh uncontrollably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may not always agree on everything,&lt;br /&gt;Still you are the one that makes the most sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;What would i do without you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113285278504761300?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113285278504761300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113285278504761300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113285278504761300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113285278504761300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-you-if-i-were-skywriter-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113169007192478745</id><published>2005-11-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:21:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbled....</title><content type='html'>Found this to be extremely true.....&lt;br /&gt;Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to the Nice Guys&lt;br /&gt;This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraced from http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113169007192478745?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html' title='Stumbled....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113169007192478745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113169007192478745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113169007192478745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113169007192478745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/11/stumbled.html' title='Stumbled....'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113124243744267849</id><published>2005-11-06T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:00:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest Saturday Ever...</title><content type='html'>Only when my beloved girlfriend is in Europe, do i relaise that her presence in my life is actually very important... Without her constantly calling me, it feels as though there is a void, a gaping hole inmy life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i thought to myself, "How bad could it be right? Its just 1 week plus.. No biggy..". Boy was i so wrong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays are not so bad, with work constantly keeping me on my toes, and frens to meet up with after work.. Least i'm not thinking about it.. But i guess the weekends are the ones that matter the most.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, if corrinne was around, we would just meet up and slack or something.. Though not much, least the time we spend together is significant enough.. Be it at her place or mine, or just walking around aimlessly like 2 headless chickens with no directions in life... At least its fun and in the company of this girlfren of mine, nothing is ever boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just brightens up my days with her amazing ablility to laugh at almost anything.. Well, anything funny of course.. To the normal person, it might just be funny, but to her, it non-stop laughter all the way till she ends up rolling on the floor.. Its almost painfully hilarious when she does that... Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, she's also the sweetest person i know.. Constantly putting others before herself.. Even if she does not know the person, let alone know the person well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I miss her laughter, i miss her voice.. I miss hugging and kissing her... But most of all, i miss the presence of her just being around and telling me not to smoke... Weird as that might sound but i guess its true.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her not being around till next sat, this weekend was a real bore.. Here i am on a sunday morning at work... (Did i mentioned that i was late? Ok, another story for another time..) Yesterday was kinda a long day cuz i had absolutely nothing to do all day.. Woke up at 2, slacked till the evening.. Met up with edna for a while to go play some pool before going down to town to meet amanda after work as well as germaine and (GASP!!!) her new bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Germaine is attached.. :( There goes hope for the rest of us guys!! Just kidding babe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, a pretty nice guy if you ask me.. The four of us went over to Ice Cold Beer for some drinks.. Pool was good after with amanda almost dominating the pool table at one point...&lt;br /&gt;Supper was next on the list and that went on all the way to about 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the saturday spent without my girlfren.. Kinda reminds me of the days when i was single.. With no attachments and commitments what so ever... For a brief moment yesterday, whilst sitting there and watching nick and germaine, i felt so single.. Not that its any fault of theirs of course.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i miss my girlfren more than i thought i would.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainey: Congrats on u and nick gettin together.. Can see that u really treasure this guy so hang in this one ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda: Things might not be looking up for u now but the tide will turn soon enough.. And dun worry, i'm sure the day will come when he comes to terms with it.. Its always time that is the greatest enemy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne: I guess i never had a chance to miss u more than the time i miss u now... Enjoy yourself in Europe and come home soon.. This smelly guy is waiting for u to watch Harry Potter with him.. :P I love u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check.... Okok, back to work.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113124243744267849?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113124243744267849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113124243744267849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113124243744267849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113124243744267849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/11/longest-saturday-ever.html' title='The longest Saturday Ever...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-113090122655718014</id><published>2005-11-02T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:13:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of missing...</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since my last entry... &lt;br /&gt;Ah, the nostalgic feeling of having too much work is returning again... Guess it was due anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne left for switzerland yesterday... I'm so gonna miss her.. Amazingly, it didn't hit me much unitl about a few days ago before... Namely lasy weekend... She won't be back till next sat.. Guess i'll have to keep myself real busy until then... &lt;br /&gt;No problem, with the amount of work i have.. I'll probably still be busy by the time she returns... Though the one thing i would miss would be the conversations we have at night before she sleeps.. wonder if there's anyone else i could call??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally clubbed again last weekend.. O bar was a blast and was so tired that i literally conked out whilest look ing after someone who was already out.. Ahh, the power of alcohol.. Love the high feeling but never the feeling of puking.. Despite eating, guess i hammered the drinks too fast and too furious.. hehe.. Won't mind another session though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested? Drop me a buzz... I need drinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-113090122655718014?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/113090122655718014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=113090122655718014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113090122655718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/113090122655718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-of-missing.html' title='The feeling of missing...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112874319377147970</id><published>2005-10-08T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:47:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes about Progress</title><content type='html'>The difficult is what takes a little time; the impossible is what takes a little longer. (Fridtjof Nansen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112874319377147970?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112874319377147970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112874319377147970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112874319377147970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112874319377147970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes-about-progress.html' title='Quotes about Progress'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112800993203327182</id><published>2005-09-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:05:32.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112800993203327182?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112800993203327182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112800993203327182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112800993203327182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112800993203327182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112772597483204452</id><published>2005-09-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:15:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invites...</title><content type='html'>Ladies &amp; Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, i'll be having a birthday chalet cum children's day celebration!(WTF? jk la).. Its just mi birthday, @ east coast coasta sands...  All are invited... to stay over, to bring booze... anything at all... For more details, flood mi phone, and i'll gladly msg u the details......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smelliest SOD alive....&lt;br /&gt;Smelly Melly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112772597483204452?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112772597483204452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112772597483204452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112772597483204452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112772597483204452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/invites.html' title='Invites...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112766095269027254</id><published>2005-09-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:12:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Surfer....</title><content type='html'>Something Interesting i stumbled upon whilst surfing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 86 Rules of Boozing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you owe someone money, always pay them back in a bar. Preferably during&lt;br /&gt;happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always toast before doing a shot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whoever buys the shot gets the first chance to offer a toast.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change your toast at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buying someone a drink is five times better than a handshake.&lt;br /&gt;6. Buying a strange woman a drink is still cool. Buying all her drinks is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;7. Never borrow more than one cigarette from the same person in one night.&lt;br /&gt;8. When the bartender is slammed, resist the powerful urge to order a slightly-&lt;br /&gt;dirty, very-dry, in-and-out, super-chilled half-and-half martini with a lemon twist. &lt;br /&gt;Limit orders to beer, straight shots and two-part cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get the bartender's attention with eye contact and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink.&lt;br /&gt;11. Unacceptable things to say after doing a shot: Great, now I’m going to get &lt;br /&gt;drunk. I hate shots. It’s coming back up.&lt;br /&gt;12. Never, ever tell a bartender he made your drink too strong.&lt;br /&gt;13. If he makes it too weak, order a double next time. He'll get the message.&lt;br /&gt;14. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she refuses, she does not like you.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she accepts, she still might not like &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;16. If she buys you a drink, she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;17. If someone offers to buy you a drink, do not upgrade your liquor preference.&lt;br /&gt;18. Always have a corkscrew in your house.&lt;br /&gt;19. If you don't have a corkscrew, push the cork down into the bottle with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;20. Drink one girly drink in public and you will forever be known as the guy who &lt;br /&gt;drinks girly drinks.&lt;br /&gt;21. Our parents were better drinkers than we are.&lt;br /&gt;22. Never talk to someone in the restroom unless you're doing the same thing—&lt;br /&gt;urinating, waiting in line or washing your hands.&lt;br /&gt;23. Girls hang out, apply make-up, and have long talks in the bathroom. Men do &lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;24. After your sixth drink, do not look at yourself in the mirror. It will shake your &lt;br /&gt;confidence.&lt;br /&gt;25. It is only permissible to shout 'woo-hoo!' if you are doing a shot with four or &lt;br /&gt;more people.&lt;br /&gt;26. If there is a d.j., you can request a song only once per night. If he doesn't play &lt;br /&gt;it within half an hour, do not approach him again. If he does play it, do not &lt;br /&gt;approach him again.&lt;br /&gt;27. Learn how to make a rose out of a bar napkin. You'll be surprised how well it &lt;br /&gt;works.&lt;br /&gt;28. If you can't afford to tip, you can't afford to drink in a bar. Go to the liquor &lt;br /&gt;store.&lt;br /&gt;29. If you owe someone twenty dollars or less, you may pay them back in beer.&lt;br /&gt;30. Never complain about the quality or brand of a free drink.&lt;br /&gt;31. If you have been roommates with someone more than six months, you may &lt;br /&gt;drink all their beer, even if it's hidden, as long as you leave them one.&lt;br /&gt;32. You can have a shot of their hard liquor only if the cap has been cracked and &lt;br /&gt;the bottle goes for less than $25.&lt;br /&gt;33. The only thing that tastes better than free liquor is stolen liquor.&lt;br /&gt;34. If you bring Old Milwaukee to a party, you must drink at least two cans before &lt;br /&gt;you start drinking the imported beer in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;35. Learn to appreciate hangovers. If it was all good times every jackass would be &lt;br /&gt;doing it.&lt;br /&gt;36. If you ever feel depressed, get out a bartender’s guide and browse through all &lt;br /&gt;the drinks you’ve never tried.&lt;br /&gt;37. Try one new drink each week.&lt;br /&gt;38. If you are the bar's sole customer, you are obliged to make small talk with the &lt;br /&gt;bartender until he stops acknowledging you. Then you're off the hook. The same &lt;br /&gt;goes for him.&lt;br /&gt;39. Never tip with coins that have touched you. If your change is $1.50, you can &lt;br /&gt;tell the barmaid to keep the change, but once she has handed it to you, you cannot &lt;br /&gt;give it back. To a bartender or cocktail waitress, small change has no value.&lt;br /&gt;40. If you have ever told a bartender, “Hey, it all spends the same,” then you are a &lt;br /&gt;cheap ass.&lt;br /&gt;41. Anyone on stage or behind a bar is fifty percent better looking.&lt;br /&gt;42. You can tell how hard a drinker someone is by how close they keep their drink &lt;br /&gt;to their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;43. A bar is a college, not a nursery. If you spill a beer, clean it up. If you break a &lt;br /&gt;glass, wait for a staff member to clean it up, then blame it on someone else.&lt;br /&gt;44. Being drunk is feeling sophisticated without being able to say it.&lt;br /&gt;45. It's okay to drink alone.&lt;br /&gt;46. After three drinks, you will forget a woman's name two seconds after she tells &lt;br /&gt;you. The rest of the night you will call her “baby” or “darling”.&lt;br /&gt;47. Nothing screams 'nancy boy' louder than swirling an oversized brandy snifter.&lt;br /&gt;48. Men don't drink from straws. Unless you're doing a Mind or Face Eraser.&lt;br /&gt;49. If you do a shot, finish it. If you don't plan to finish it, don't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;50. Never brood in a dance bar. Never dance in a dive bar.&lt;br /&gt;51. Never play more than three songs by the same artist in a row.&lt;br /&gt;52. Your songs will come on as you're leaving the bar.&lt;br /&gt;53. Never yell out jukebox selections to someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;54. Never lie in a bar. You may, however, grossly exaggerate and lean.&lt;br /&gt;55. If you think you might be slurring a little, then you are slurring a lot. If you think &lt;br /&gt;you are slurring a lot, then you are not speaking English.&lt;br /&gt;56. Screaming, “Someone buy me a drink!” has never worked.&lt;br /&gt;57. For every drink, there is a five percent better chance you will get in a fight. &lt;br /&gt;There is also a three percent better chance you will lose the fight.&lt;br /&gt;58. Fighting an extremely drunk person when you are sober is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;59. If you are broke and a friend is “sporting you”, you must laugh at all his jokes &lt;br /&gt;and play wingman when he makes his move.&lt;br /&gt;60. If you are broke and a friend is “making sport of you”, you may steal any drink &lt;br /&gt;he leaves unattended.&lt;br /&gt;61. Never rest your head on a table or bar top. It is the equivalent of voluntarily &lt;br /&gt;putting your head on a chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;62. If you are trading rounds with a friend and he asks if you're ready for another, &lt;br /&gt;always say yes. Once you fall out of sync you will end up buying more drinks than &lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;63. If you're going to hit on a member of the bar staff, make sure you tip well &lt;br /&gt;before and after, regardless of her response.&lt;br /&gt;64. The people with the most money are rarely the best tippers.&lt;br /&gt;65. Before you die, single-handedly make one decent martini.&lt;br /&gt;66. Asking a bartender what beers are on tap when the handles are right in front of &lt;br /&gt;you is the equivalent of saying, “I'm an idiot.”&lt;br /&gt;67. Never ask a bartender “what's good tonight?” They do not fly in the scotch &lt;br /&gt;fresh from the coast every morning.&lt;br /&gt;68. If there is a line for drinks, get your goddamn drink and step the hell away from &lt;br /&gt;the bar.&lt;br /&gt;69. If there is ever any confusion, the fuller beer is yours.&lt;br /&gt;70. The patrons at your local bar are your extended family, your fathers and &lt;br /&gt;mothers, your brothers and sisters. Except you get to sleep with these sisters. And &lt;br /&gt;if you're really drunk, the mothers.&lt;br /&gt;71. It's acceptable, traditional in fact, to disappear during a night of hard drinking. &lt;br /&gt;You will appear mysterious and your friends will understand. If they even notice.&lt;br /&gt;72. Never argue your tab at the end of the night. Remember, you're hammered and &lt;br /&gt;they’re sober. It's akin to a precocious five-year-old arguing the super-string &lt;br /&gt;theory with a physicist. 99.9% of the time you're wrong and either way you're &lt;br /&gt;going to come off as a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;73. If you bring booze to a party, you must drink it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;74. If you hesitate more than three seconds after the bartender looks at you, you &lt;br /&gt;do not deserve a drink.&lt;br /&gt;75. Beer makes you mellow, champagne makes you silly, wine makes you &lt;br /&gt;dramatic, tequila makes you felonious.&lt;br /&gt;76. The greatest thing a drunkard can do is buy a round of drinks for a packed &lt;br /&gt;bar.&lt;br /&gt;77. Never preface a conversation with a bartender with “I know this is going to be &lt;br /&gt;a hassle, but . . .”&lt;br /&gt;78. When you’re in a bar and drunk, your boss is just another guy begging for a fat &lt;br /&gt;lip. Unless he’s buying.&lt;br /&gt;79. If you are 86’d, do not return for at least three months. To come back sooner &lt;br /&gt;makes it appear no other bar wants you.&lt;br /&gt;80. Anyone with three or more drinks in his hands has the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;81. If you’re going to drink on the job, drink vodka. It’s the no-tell liquor.&lt;br /&gt;82. There’s nothing wrong with drinking before noon. Especially if you’re &lt;br /&gt;supposed to be at work.&lt;br /&gt;83. The bar clock moves twice as fast from midnight to last call.&lt;br /&gt;84. A flask engraved with a personal message is one of the best gifts you can ever &lt;br /&gt;give. And make sure there’s something in it.&lt;br /&gt;85. On the intimacy scale, sharing a quiet drink is between a handshake and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;86. You will forget every one of these rules by your fifth drink.&lt;br /&gt;--Frank Rich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112766095269027254?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/01-02/01_02_booze_rules.htm' title='Happy Surfer....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112766095269027254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112766095269027254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112766095269027254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112766095269027254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-surfer.html' title='Happy Surfer....'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112689637570419442</id><published>2005-09-17T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:46:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my free passes to go watch "Be With Me"!!!!!! Woo Hoo.....&lt;br /&gt;So happy... Now i just need company.... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to Danny and PlanetMG for the free passes... &lt;br /&gt;Owe u one man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAPIES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Tan, Here i come.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112689637570419442?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112689637570419442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112689637570419442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112689637570419442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112689637570419442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112593703874468998</id><published>2005-09-06T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:20:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gettin a movie crave....</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i last went to watch a movie... Hmm... ok not that long... the last show i watched was "Stealth" which absolutely blew me away... hehe, considering i'm a nut who is like so into military hardware, it figures... Anyway, another show has caught my attention and reignited my interest in paying to watch a show again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Samantha Tan is sooooooooooo hot... hehe... no la, interesting storyline and the fact that its local!!!! Looks like this would be a good movie to keep me occupied and to talk about until Harry Potter opens in Singapore.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested? Oh ya, only 18 and above need apply cuz its M18... So sorry darling, can't go watch it with u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112593703874468998?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112593703874468998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112593703874468998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112593703874468998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112593703874468998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-gettin-movie-crave.html' title='I&apos;m gettin a movie crave....'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112586173500430092</id><published>2005-09-05T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:22:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>I think i shall give up any other valiant attempts to try and sleep early ever again.. Not that i didn't try, it just doesn't seem to work for me... Last week, i treid to sleep earlier than usual so i forced myself (yes, forced) to sleep at about 12... Ended up getting up at 2 in the morning to pee and after that, i just could not get back to sleep... Ended up watching tv all night and cooking instant noodles cuz i was hungry as hell... So enough with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a real bitch lately...So it really does not help the situation that i'm not getting enough sleep when i'm supposed to, and getting too much sleep when i'm not supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112586173500430092?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112586173500430092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112586173500430092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112586173500430092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112586173500430092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112482565372515029</id><published>2005-08-24T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:34:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work...</title><content type='html'>No prizes for guessing why i'm up so late at night again... and you would have thought the nightmare was over once ndp was over... but hey, i'm a willing party... Guess i've been working on this website too damn long to leave it alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was down at ang mo kio to visit a fren.. After a very long time i might add... Remember the days when i used to stay at my grand aunt's place over there... The sights, sounds and smells of the place really do bring back nostalgic memories... Walking there in the evening used to be what my granduncle and grand aunt used to do every evening after dinner.. It was kinda like an everyday routine... Healthy living in its own special singaporean way... Am ashamed now cuz i just realised how long i have not visited them... Hmmm, in fact, i only do that nowadays during chinese new year to shamelessly collect ang pows... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to kick the habit of working at night.. It has become a custom for me now to sleep at 4, go to work, sleep till lunch and officially start work after lunch... BAD BAD habit.. Boss advised me to kick the habit quick before it starts to affect me on a more permanant basis.. However, i think i am beyond hope..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to finish the last bit before i sleep.... Miss all my frens and especially corrinne... Damn, i sound like i'm in another country.... Nauctical land i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112482565372515029?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112482565372515029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112482565372515029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112482565372515029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112482565372515029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/08/work.html' title='Work...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112464580242092165</id><published>2005-08-22T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:36:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the month again!</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a very long time, i have more than $700 in my account, one week after my pay day!!! YEAPIES!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me well enough, you can testify to the fact that i will always ask you what savings are... Hehe... Its just never been a habit of mine to put cash aside in a bank or at home, to let it rot and grow interest or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could argue that wat if you need it for a rainy day? Den i would counter that what if that rainy day never comes? You could save all your life, only to have your family ore relatives or whoever you decide to leave all your money for, to spend all up for you faster than you can spell your name backwards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly for me, i know this habit won't last... thanks to my neverending diet of fags and "fine dining"... okok not that fine but still fine enough for me..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womad this friday plus clubing this sat... wonder how much i'll be left with by the end of the week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112464580242092165?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112464580242092165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112464580242092165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112464580242092165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112464580242092165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-time-of-month-again.html' title='That time of the month again!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112404134572591092</id><published>2005-08-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:42:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funnny Life...</title><content type='html'>U know, its really funny how unpredictable life can get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of u who dun already know, our fav Manda the Panda was in the hospital from friday. Seems there was a growth in her stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she went for the op and is resting at home now, with all still intact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the point is such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how we often moan and groan about how life is? As in we complain so much that all is not going according to how WE like it and how WE feel that it should be... Sometimes, we just really dun realise hoe lucky we are to even be alive, to enjoy this thing called life... Think of all the unborn children, who are killed even before seeing the light of day? Abortions and miscarriages blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than get all moody and churn out countless philosophies of life, I choose to live tomorrow as if it were my last.... Thats right... You'll never know if i get run over on my way to work or somebody decides to jump off a building and so coincidently happen to land on me(which incidently i feel is possibly THE WORST way to die).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112404134572591092?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112404134572591092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112404134572591092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112404134572591092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112404134572591092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/08/funnny-life.html' title='A Funnny Life...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112378951792797316</id><published>2005-08-12T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:45:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its finnaly over!!!</title><content type='html'>Its offically over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job for the last one year has come to an end. The NDP Parade 2005 has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;And within that frame of time, i have learnt several valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I realised how free people are when it comes to being critical. At first, it seemed like no one would bother, but as time grew by, boy did they bother!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The amount of late nights spent updating websites is absolutely ridiculous!!!! I have a new found respect for people who update entire sites for corporations and companys... Wouldn't consider this job for now.. Would prolly die of stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You would have absolutely no time whatsoever for spouses, girlfrens, boyfrens and frens.... Basically all your saturdays are burnt and pretty soon, everyday is just known as work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The tremendous amount of effort put in by countless organisations is just amazing.. Too many people to mention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that all said and done, its back to my regular intelligent job... Wonder when would be the next time i get involved in something so big scale again? Hope it isn't anytime soon.... Need the time to recover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, next on the agenda, WOMAD!!! Anybody interested? Tag me!!! need to consolidate the number and get the tix!!! Basically we lookin to go for the first night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, KL maybe????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112378951792797316?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112378951792797316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112378951792797316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112378951792797316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112378951792797316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-finnaly-over.html' title='Its finnaly over!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112335244663185466</id><published>2005-08-07T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:20:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some time!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally had some time to catch a movie... ITs really been a while... The last time i actually caught a movie in the theaters was Star Wars Ep 3... U do the math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went with corrinne to watch Charlie &amp; The Chocolate Factory... Hehe.. swear its like a childhood dream come true.. For me, Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory is like Harry Potter to the younger ones nowadays... I can still remember the days whereby i would bring the book to toilet, and refuse to come out of it till i've read till my heart's content.. And usually, that meant most of it... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, enjoyed the show thoroughly... they certainly got the right person to play Willy Wonka if u ask me.. Johnny Depp seems oh so perfectly essantric(spelling?)  in the show.. Perhaps the only disappointment for me was that they decided to end the story at the first part and not carry on the story in the second part, as in the second book... Now that would have been a special effects extravaganza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Stealth(Finally!!!) the following day... Being a sucker for planes and war and all that bullshit(that would explain y i signed on?), i was having high expectations for that show.... And i would say to a certain degree, it didn't disappoint... Completely caught up in the aerodynamics display as well as the thought that if there were really such sophisticated weapons.... Makes u wonder doesn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP is 3 days away... after that, its back to the same ol job for me... Hopefully, that would free up more time for me to catch shoes and do stuff... Though i must say i'm gonna kinda miss this nauctanal lifestyle that i've seemed to have developed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112335244663185466?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112335244663185466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112335244663185466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112335244663185466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112335244663185466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-some-time.html' title='Finally, some time!!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112256942038943260</id><published>2005-07-29T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:52:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Record</title><content type='html'>Just for the record,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 23rd July post, i wasn't refering to anybody in particular... Though it feels a bit odd having to say this cuz this is a blog, but still just so as not not have anybody having any misconceptions whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it as work stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically its just really frustrating to see that after so much effort put into the job, its so easy for people to complain about a minor issue without looking and understanding the whole picture... If you were me, how would you react? I bet you'll be bald now... Honestly!! I mean, if you were there to witness the whole issue and the minority of it, you'd be pissed off too.. And basically, for me, this blog has become many a time, a source of output so that it does not affect me back at work...And most times, it does the job.. So speaking my mind becomes wrong? I'm human too, doing a job.. Trying like hell to make everybody happy.... I know i can't fulfill all requests but all i can really do is ask for some understanding.... Thankfully NDP is coming soon... If i were to do this every year, honestly, give me till next year and i'll probably end up in IMH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really mean to blast a hole through anybody so pls dun get offended... I mean, I'm Singaporean too right? As much as many might disagree, sometimes we dun see how ridiculous we get.... So maybe the language i used wasn't the best, but nobody's perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so to show that i ain't out to insult anybody, i have removed the link from the NDP site, so officially, this becomes a private blog(or so to speak) again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hmm, for your comments... Appreciate the concern....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112256942038943260?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112256942038943260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112256942038943260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112256942038943260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112256942038943260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-record.html' title='For The Record'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112218195759486680</id><published>2005-07-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:12:37.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a sunday....</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a very long time, i'm awake before 12... man, can't really remember the last time i got up so early ona sunday morning..... Ok ok, so my mum had to kick my ass and unleash my neice, who practically drooled on me and flooded my bed before i got up reluctantly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's been really erratic of late... its like as though someone up there is having mood swings... One minute, the sun can be shining and threaterning to burn everybody's ass... The next, its raining cats and dogs.. Hmmm perfect weather to be sleeping if u ask me... Well, still have to help my sis move to her new place... Coolie for a day again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP Final Rehearsals was yesterday! Finally, after preview next week and the actual in 2 weeks time, this whole damn thingy will be over... About bloody time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112218195759486680?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112218195759486680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112218195759486680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112218195759486680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112218195759486680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-sunday.html' title='Its a sunday....'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112206055260592604</id><published>2005-07-23T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:29:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I noticed something funny while surfing through some blogs...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if u noticed this as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what is it with women and taking photos in the toilet??&lt;br /&gt;And the most common shot is usally the reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Just kinda gets u thinking huh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112206055260592604?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112206055260592604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112206055260592604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112206055260592604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112206055260592604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112205895158491750</id><published>2005-07-23T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:02:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its funny how the human mind sets out to percieve and usually, we only believe what we see with our own eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to have this misconception that just because its a national website, means that there must be at least like i dun know, 30 people working behind it? and by saying this, i just mean 30 people working behind the scenes for the website of NDP. say 10 people answering emails, 5 people working on the website, another 10 working on multimedia stuffs and so on and so for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the reality is so far away from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you bloody fools who have the abovementioned misconception about the website, i'm really sorry to inform you that sadly, we only have like what 5 people in the entire website team.(Excluding my 2 bosses of course) I kid you not. Dun believe me, check it out on the &lt;a href="http://www.ndp.org.sg/index.jsp?page=website_team.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; itself. And here are the official figures. I have 2 guys monitoring emails.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only fool there designing and managing the website.&lt;br /&gt;2 other guys churning out countless articles that either get rejected or cut from the web.&lt;br /&gt;So now u know the truth. and because you know the truth, stop sending ridiculous emails &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEMANDING&lt;/span&gt; for explainations. If i had so much time to explain the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GODDAMN&lt;/span&gt; situation to you, you would not even bother to send me the email in the first place. It just really irks me that such people do exist.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its like as though they had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, i've spoken my piece of mind that i so want to send a reply but can't do so because sadly i can't. Its amazing what these people ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, its my birthday on National Day!! Can i have some complementary tickets and funpacks? Not much, about 10 each will do. Thanks! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, every year i bring my family to the NDP Parade. But this year i'm not successful in balloting. Can i request that u give me some tickets? Not much, i have 9 granddaughters, 8 nieces, 7 nephews, 6 sons,5 daughters, 4 grandsons, 3 aunties, 2 balls and a dick. Thank you so much!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Of course its fake, u think i would really put the mails up here?? My ass would get sued!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the whole issue is that please do spare a thought for the people working to try to satisfy your every request. I'm sure you do not want people asking u these kind of cock questions right? You would flip, as i have so many times already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, its coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;Officially, its about 18 more days before the parade is over. A wee bit more and a year's work would be complete. How time really flies. Seems like just yesterday that my bosses and i had to rush back and forth from Temasek Poly just to get the designers for the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The late nights at Adventus. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The countless nights we spent in camp trying to figure out the layout of the site.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The mornings spent spent having cheese prata behind NUS after the countless nights.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The boozing&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The many conversations we had with everybody over MSN.(I swear, its more than enough to write a book thicker than Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, despite all the shitz that come along with it, i'm so gonna miss it.b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112205895158491750?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112205895158491750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112205895158491750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112205895158491750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112205895158491750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112162234635158734</id><published>2005-07-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T01:45:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great night!!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday night was a great night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated amanda's birthday at O Bar... Honestly, we had no idea that so many people were goign.. so in a way, it was a sucess... 2 weeks of planning by roch and the rest did not go to waste!!!&lt;br /&gt;Craziest part was that after O Bar closed at 3, we went to chinablack for a second round till 6... WOO hOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do this more often!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112162234635158734?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112162234635158734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112162234635158734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112162234635158734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112162234635158734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-night.html' title='A great night!!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112105943755828445</id><published>2005-07-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:23:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Exams, tests, projects etc etc..... Although many a time i wished i were back in school instead of working, this is one of those days that i beg to differ.... Have a bloody test paper tmr, for a module that i have failed like twice already... that sucks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am at home, trying my best to study... I swear i think its been too long since i studied...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lost touch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRGGHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112105943755828445?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112105943755828445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112105943755828445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112105943755828445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112105943755828445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/tests.html' title='TESTS!!!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112052960322078101</id><published>2005-07-05T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:21:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days</title><content type='html'>Just woke up not too long ago, by my boss... After a long night of uploading content into the website... I swear, sometimes the connection inthe office is the most screwed up thing around... Not only are there countless restictions, but also the speed is slightly equivalent to that o a 56k dialup.. Shitty if u ask me... But oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next few weeks to be over... Its been really hectic over the last few weeks... Mondays to saturdays have been spent doing work...Sundays, the only rest day which i have, has been spent sleeping most of the day... Sometimes, i really feel like i'm wasting my life away... No doubt i have a job, but the question that is this really what i want to do for the rest of my life pops back into my head... I guess its one of those questions that tend to stick around in your head for a while... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not this, den what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i've done all that i wanted to do in my life... have earned my 2k by 21 to 22... At 23, i'm a SSG, probably the youngest in the army...  The 2 main things that i wanted since i joined the force... What next??? The lights shining towards the path that i have to take isn't very visable now and i guess i'm just feeling my way through the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that my brother has signed on with the navy?? hehe... Good luck bro... Thats all i can say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112052960322078101?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112052960322078101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112052960322078101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112052960322078101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112052960322078101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/days.html' title='The Days'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112015411367042050</id><published>2005-07-01T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:55:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>true love comes quietly, without banners, or flashing lights. if you hear bells, get your ears checked....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112015411367042050?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112015411367042050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112015411367042050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015411367042050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015411367042050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-love-comes-quietly-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112015407886213840</id><published>2005-07-01T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:54:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perfect love is rare indeed-for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlely of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112015407886213840?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112015407886213840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112015407886213840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015407886213840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015407886213840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/perfect-love-is-rare-indeed-for-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112015398665477187</id><published>2005-07-01T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:53:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many ways to victimize people. One way is to convince them that they are victims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112015398665477187?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112015398665477187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112015398665477187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015398665477187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015398665477187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-many-ways-to-victimize.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112015389866195002</id><published>2005-07-01T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:51:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We can spend a whole lifetime enjoying various benefits and not appreciate their value until we are deprived of them. How many lovers boldly contemplate separation, fondly imagining that they have had enough of the beloved. And yet as soon as they actually experience the separation, they burn up with longing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112015389866195002?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112015389866195002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112015389866195002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015389866195002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015389866195002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-can-spend-whole-lifetime-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112015387830580303</id><published>2005-07-01T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:51:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotey!!</title><content type='html'>If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never truly be fulfilled. If your hapiness depends on money, you will never be happy with yourself. Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize that there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. -Lao Tzu-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112015387830580303?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112015387830580303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112015387830580303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015387830580303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112015387830580303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/quotey.html' title='Quotey!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112014927444243234</id><published>2005-07-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:34:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/640/IMG_2596.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/400/IMG_2596.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, what small feet u have....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112014927444243234?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112014927444243234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112014927444243234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014927444243234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014927444243234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dear-what-small-feet-u-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112014919412139660</id><published>2005-07-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:33:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/640/IMG_2519.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/400/IMG_2519.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun ask me where corrinne was looking...Hmm...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112014919412139660?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112014919412139660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112014919412139660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014919412139660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014919412139660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/dun-ask-me-where-corrinne-was-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-112014912361171242</id><published>2005-07-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:32:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/640/IMG_2503.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1335/400/IMG_2503.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on PUNK!!! Who's Your DADDY?!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-112014912361171242?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/112014912361171242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=112014912361171242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014912361171242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/112014912361171242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/07/come-on-punk-whos-your-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111871264043682607</id><published>2005-06-14T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:30:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>She sat by her grandmother's bed in the hospital. While her granny slept, the only thing which accompanied her was the sounds of her grandma's breathing aided by the machines, the mechenical beeping it made indicating her granny's heartbeat, and the pervasive silence all around... Sometimes, silence can really seem so loud. Especially when you're alone, and watching someone you love at their death bed, knowing still that it could go eitherway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been here before. This had happened to granny too many times. Every few months ending up in the hospital as her condition deteriotated, from being bed ridden at home to being bed ridden in the hospital. The only change in the situation was the number of people at attention to deal with her either at home or the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had lived a long hard life, and seemed like she would die the same way. Sometimes you wonder about how harsh life can be for someone like her to seem to suffer for so many years. Her husband died when she was 22, leaving her with 5 children. She worked two shifts at school to bring up her family. When she stopped working, she developed Bi-polar disorder - or perhaps it had always been inside her, but being without work triggered it full force. It was seemingly downhill from there... 40 odd years of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she lay... From all her efforts to build good lives for her children, here she lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts ran through her granddaughters mind... What if she died today? What would happen tomorrow? She always feared her granny dying on her watch. The second time that thought crossed her mind, her grandma's breathing DID STOP! The nurses rushed in to aid. She stepped aside to let them deal with it. Feeling as though she had brought it on by the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that her grandma was holding on for something. At the least, holding on to die at home, and not in the sterile environment of the hospital. She wanted to die in the place where she used to sleep best. At home, where so many memories were held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny did survive this hospital stay. And a few more after that. A few more episodes of worrying, and wondering, and sometimes saying to granny "Why are you still holding on? Who are you holding on for? If you're tired, let go... Just let go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like a cruel thing to say. Knowing that in some subconsciouse state she can still hear you. Knowing that you want her to take that walk into the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally did let go, in her own room, her own bed... The relief that came to the living could not be denied. She had suffered so long... 5 years bed ridden. For a woman who single handedly all on her own went through india to visit all the grand temples there! ON HER OWN! Certainly a feat for an Indian Woman! Aside from bringing up her children to be successful professionals all on her own while working two jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alass.. Her soul was put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace. You will always be loved and missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111871264043682607?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111871264043682607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111871264043682607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871264043682607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871264043682607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111871258575610757</id><published>2005-06-14T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:29:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Don't cry because it's over.Smile because it happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111871258575610757?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111871258575610757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111871258575610757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871258575610757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871258575610757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111871241034943405</id><published>2005-06-14T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:26:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!</title><content type='html'>The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111871241034943405?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111871241034943405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111871241034943405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871241034943405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871241034943405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111871237143149694</id><published>2005-06-14T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:26:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTS IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when you miss someone so much&lt;br /&gt;that you just want to pick them from your dreams &lt;br /&gt;and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens; &lt;br /&gt;but often times we look so long at the closed door &lt;br /&gt;that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile,&lt;br /&gt;because it takes only a smile to&lt;br /&gt;make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream;&lt;br /&gt;go where you want to go;&lt;br /&gt;be what you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;because you have only one life&lt;br /&gt;and one chance to do all the things&lt;br /&gt;you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,&lt;br /&gt;enough trials to make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;enough sorrow to keep you human, and&lt;br /&gt;enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily&lt;br /&gt;have the best of everything;&lt;br /&gt;they just make the most of&lt;br /&gt;everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always&lt;br /&gt;be based on a forgotten past;&lt;br /&gt;you can't go forward in life until&lt;br /&gt;you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who is smiling and everyone&lt;br /&gt;around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years--count the memories...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,&lt;br /&gt;but by the moments that take our breath away !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111871237143149694?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111871237143149694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111871237143149694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871237143149694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871237143149694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/moments-in-life.html' title='MOMENTS IN LIFE'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111871171809761186</id><published>2005-06-14T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:15:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I Don't Support InterMarriages!</title><content type='html'>Two men met at a bus stop and struck up a conversation. One of them kept complaining of family problems. Finally, the other man said: "You think you have family problems? Listen to my situation." "A few years ago I met a young widow with a grown-up daughter. We got married and got myself a stepdaughter. Later, my father married my stepdaughter. That made my stepdaughter, my step-mother. And my father became my stepson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my wife became mother-in-law of her father-in-law." "Much later the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son. This boy was my half-brother because he was my father's son. But he was also the son of my wife's daughter which made him my wife's grand-son.That made me the grand-father of my half-brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the half-sister of my son my stepmother, is also the Grandmother. This makes my father, the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father's wife!!, I am my stepmother's brother-in-law, my wife is her own child's aunt, my son is my father's nephew &amp; I am my OWN GRANDFATHER!" "And you think you have FAMILY PROBLEMS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111871171809761186?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111871171809761186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111871171809761186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871171809761186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111871171809761186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-why-i-dont-support.html' title='This Is Why I Don&apos;t Support InterMarriages!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111849464483574175</id><published>2005-06-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:57:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally pay day has come and gone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us army regulars, i guess payday is probably the happiest day of the month... Did i mention that it is also the most depressing?? Why?? Simply because after finding out that u finally have cash for the month, the thoughts of having to pay the bills start to cloud your mind... Its like yesterday morning... After checking my bank account, was so happy that it was finnaly pay day... 10 mins later on the internet, paid all my bills and felt as depressed as i first started.... Oh well, guess thats life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my promotion has finally been confirmed.. As of first july, i'm probably the youngest Staff Sergaent in the armed forces... Feels good though insignificant.... Only thing that makes me happier would be the well waited for pay rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Coco Latte last night.. Hip hop there is pretty good.. though must say that place is really small....Went with carole, amanda and her frens, sophie and her boyfriend.. And i met an old fren of mine there.. Apparently, in school, this guy was really quiet and withdrawn... Won't really call him a nerd, but its more of like one of the people u least expect to meet in a club, let alone a hiphop club... Met some other old army mates of mine toos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must really club more man... feels like through all these years, i've been missing all these, concentrating on nothing but work... Looks like its time to catch up with the time lost....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111849464483574175?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111849464483574175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111849464483574175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111849464483574175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111849464483574175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111797325501740034</id><published>2005-06-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:07:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Sadly, on this sunday, i'm working from home... not really slogging my guts out but den again, it ain't really enjoyable either... i mean, worrying about work 5 days a week is bad enough, but when it eats into your weekends, u know that something is very wrong.... And me, being the workaholic that i am, will end up burying myself into work immensely that i won't have time for anyone, thats right, even corrinne.... but luckily for this girlfriend of mine, she will be busy for these 2 weekends... Least she'll be keeping herself busy... On my part now, either than work, must find something else to keep myself busy...Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUBBING THIS FRIDAY!!!! WOO HOO!!!! having been broke for the last few weeks, its a pretty much welcomed relief....Least can let my hair down... Been too damn busy to do that of late, but i'm preety sure things are sure to get worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole's been having some problems of late... Hope she's coping fine... Dun worry babe, i'll be behind u every step of the way, supporting that big butt of yours!!! hehe... Just don't fart!!!&lt;br /&gt;Carole's really been a best mate of mine... Thanks for being there babe, for the haircuts, the moments with me in the darkest moments in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, there are several people in my life that i really can't do without... These are the few people that i would really give up my life for... The angelus choir, carole, amanda, corrinne, pattys, rob,andi,rene.... Honestly, i wouldn't dare to imagine my life without these people... in fact, i wouldn't even be here today without the presence of them in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth mass this morning was a killer... hehe.. in the sense that we had to be in church at 9 in the morning...  GOODNESS!!! who wakes up so early on a sunday?!! SIAO!!!! anyways, there was this comment the priest made, after hearing a presentation by the youth group to rally more youths to go for youth week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Parents! We are really interested in your children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like something Wacko Jacko would say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111797325501740034?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111797325501740034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111797325501740034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111797325501740034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111797325501740034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111748141441118473</id><published>2005-05-31T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T03:30:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins?</title><content type='html'>Been having the insomnia spells again of late.. and probably due to work, its been getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;A fine example would be now... Promised corrinne that i would get some sleep but after tossing on my bed for15 mins, decided to forego the sleep and stay awake till its time to go to work..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has really been killing me of late.. Suddenly, there has been a huge influx of activity pertaining to the website... Now, if only i had a team of people working together with me on the website, that wouldn't be so bad cuz we could like take shifts or something.. But the bad news for me is that I'm the only fool working on this website.. So everything has to go through me... Thankfully, my boss is trying his best to help me by doing whatever he can... Really appreciative of that.. But alas, it all still boils back down to me... And i reckon it really doesn't help the situation when i'm half asleep and stoned as hell in the day and wide awake at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner brothers really chose a great time to launch the movie "Batman Begins".. In many aspects, it really has begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111748141441118473?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111748141441118473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111748141441118473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111748141441118473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111748141441118473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/batman-begins.html' title='Batman Begins?'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111682972887972241</id><published>2005-05-23T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:28:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Hols</title><content type='html'>Its the hols....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day of it anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a long time, i have nothing to do at home...No one to go out with, and not to mention, no cash to go out with as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been absolutely tiring...&lt;br /&gt;Had some function at SPH on friday. Church on sat. Big Walk followed by the Choir Gathering at church on Sunday. And finally monday, i'm faced with the most tiring task of them all.... Trying to figure something to contend myself with on monday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne is at her grandmother's place...&lt;br /&gt;If only she were here now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of self ramblings.... Time to get back to work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111682972887972241?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111682972887972241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111682972887972241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111682972887972241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111682972887972241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-hols.html' title='Its the Hols'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111652534704198030</id><published>2005-05-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:55:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What luck...</title><content type='html'>WTH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my keys this morning.... IN MY LAPTOP BAG WHICH I BROUGHT BACK YESTERDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning to say silly ol me got 'locked out' yesterday for nothing... on my own accord!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, leaset i got to spend some time with grass &amp;amp; jayet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111652534704198030?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111652534704198030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111652534704198030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111652534704198030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111652534704198030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-luck.html' title='What luck...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111639742055652904</id><published>2005-05-18T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:23:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidences?</title><content type='html'>Its pretty fascinating how amazingly 'sway' a person can get...&lt;br /&gt;A person like me that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, i'm blogging here, right outside my own house, with no keys to enter into the house cuz i forgot to bring them back from the office... i'm using my office laptop to tap into my wireless internet connections... so tat explains why i can blog here, right outside my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on duty yesterday... From last week, the whole internet connection int he army was down due to some reasons what so ever.... How to work???? So i decided to come home to work.... little did i know that fate was playing a practical joke on me man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more hours to go before anyone comes home... Man its a long wait... what the hell am i going to do for the next few hours? can't stay on the cpu forever, cuz my batt will only last me another hour or so... Its times like that i wish i had a car or that my work place was like 5 mins away, and not an hours worth of travelling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, gonna watch star wars tmr.... hope its worth the money man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna try to figure something to do while i'm locked out due to my own stupidity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111639742055652904?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111639742055652904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111639742055652904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111639742055652904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111639742055652904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/coincidences.html' title='Coincidences?'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111610009591408207</id><published>2005-05-15T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:48:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Shitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DJ TIESTO PLAYS SOME SERIOUSLY GOOD SHITZ MAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111610009591408207?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111610009591408207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111610009591408207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111610009591408207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111610009591408207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-shitz.html' title='Good Shitz'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111601157186529639</id><published>2005-05-14T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T03:12:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hiding Place</title><content type='html'>Everybody has their own hiding place.... Be it in their rooms, a secret corner of the earth or even in their toilets.... For me, I'm no different from everyone else... Its just that my hiding pplace is a bit more mobile than others...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, blasting music into my ears is my luxury. My little hiding spot. The one place on earth where i feel totally alone and comfortable with myself at any time of the day. I bet those in the MRT trains at 6am in the morning will have something to say about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, to me, it brings me to whole new world. A world where i can't be disturbed and can really have all the time in the world to think about stuff i have to think through. The loud music just rings through my ears and through into my brain, thus helping me clear my mind. In certain ways, it provides me with the strength to actually even move. To others, it might just be a bit of adreneline, but for me, i guess its so much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music having been such an important aspect of my life, really its quite impossible for me without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time if you see me with earphones plugged into my ears, dun bother trying to call out to me... cuz there's a high possibility that i won't be able to hear you.hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be rude or anything.... Its just quality time with me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaky huh... Oh well, everyone's wierd in their own special way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111601157186529639?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111601157186529639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111601157186529639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111601157186529639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111601157186529639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/hiding-place.html' title='The Hiding Place'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111566147163694466</id><published>2005-05-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:57:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>You know something, everyday i seem to be falling deeper and deeper...&lt;br /&gt;In love that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm not usually one to say these kind of things but hey, running out of things to blog about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just wanna give a great big shout out to my one and only, precious and delightful girlfriend of four months, Miss Corrinne Cheong!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE U!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111566147163694466?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111566147163694466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111566147163694466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111566147163694466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111566147163694466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111541442428049624</id><published>2005-05-07T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T05:20:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boy</title><content type='html'>ok, i'm suppose to be like working on the webpage, to figure out why it keeps running out of line...&lt;br /&gt;But.... oh well, anyways, finally i have changed the skin for the blog...&lt;br /&gt;The old one coincidently began to stink...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;okiz den, finally after 2 hours looking for a new skin, time to start work... &lt;br /&gt;Wanna bet i'll end up sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mwntion i'm in camp, on duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111541442428049624?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111541442428049624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111541442428049624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111541442428049624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111541442428049624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/bad-boy.html' title='Bad Boy'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111526891995271915</id><published>2005-05-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:55:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>The trip to thailand was a blast.... To me, it was really a good change of environment, as well as quality time spent with corrinne..and of course not to forget her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed Singapore on Saturday afternoon... A short 1 hour flight to Bangkok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne: Eh, why my headphone no sound one?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lemme see....Errr... Darling, u haven't plugged in the headset...&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne bursts out in a laughter, scary and loud enough to make everyone sit up and take notice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the flight, while watching the first episode of Joey, There's this damn funny scene whereby Joey doesn't know whuch camera to ook at... Its hilarious...and so is my beloved girlfriend... She bursts out laughing so loud that her mum has to turn behind from the seat in front of me, just to tell her to tone down her volume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the ARNOMA Hotel... for those with no sense of where is what, its a hotel directly opposite to the World Trade Centre of Bangkok...  Checked in without hassle whatsoever... Ended up swapping rooms with corrinne's mum... Yahs!!!! Hey get that dirty thought out of ya head willya? I was sleeping in the same room as Corrinne and her grandmother...ON SEPARATE BEDS!!!!! not so bad la.. at least can talk to her at night, without the hassle of having to run around the rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a walk after that... Wanted to take a cab to the other side of town, but sadly, there were no cabs avaliable... you should have seen how disappointed her mum was... On the flipside, Corrinne and her dad were very happy... Oh well, men &amp; women....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Chao Paraya river the next morning... The standard tour stuff la... Visited the Temple of Dawn... Saw a catfish the size of a shark you would see in the aquarium @ Wisma Atria.... In the afternoon, we went to this place called Dreamworld. Its supposingly a theme park kind of place... Had quite a time there getting wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was actually a bad thing... Cuz the next place we went to was actually a shopping centre... As the aircone blasted its damn cold air on us, corrinne and i were shivering as hell... had to buy new clothes just to feel more comfortable... so incidently, those were arguably the only things i bought in thailand...(other than airport tax of course...)  As corrinne and i were too tired to do any more shopping later in the eveing after dinner, we skipped the shopping with the parents and went for a swim and some quality time alone... such a nice feeling...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, did a bit of walking around before going to the airport to cathc our flight back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a reasonably great trip cuz of the time spent with her... Sadly, i couldn't get stuffs for my buddies and frens... so sorry, promise the next time i'm there, get the whole country back for ya...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111526891995271915?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111526891995271915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111526891995271915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111526891995271915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111526891995271915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/05/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111459119488371314</id><published>2005-04-27T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:50:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon</title><content type='html'>Going to thailand this weekend with corrinne and her family... boy is that a pressure cooker... lets just say its quite a big step, going abroad with your girlfreind and her family... just really hope that i won't go screw up anything that would jepordise anything between me, her and her family... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, will post up the pictures when i get back.. in the meantime, take care yall....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111459119488371314?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111459119488371314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111459119488371314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111459119488371314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111459119488371314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111392818769422391</id><published>2005-04-20T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:29:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe...</title><content type='html'>ok firstly, a thousand apologies for not blogging enough...&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm gettin too lazy for this shit... but anyways, i promise i'll try to blog at least once a week...&lt;br /&gt;TRY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is a killer as usual... can't seem to even get out of the office on time nowdays, with the workload usually piling up to the ceilings... understandable... &lt;br /&gt;imagine when it reaches 9th Aug... &lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be dead after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is my damn pay increment is coming next month... YEAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Bad news is, i might not even survive pass this month...hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, one day at a time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good man... &lt;br /&gt;Of course, to me only la... imagine going to work every day not giving a rat's ass on whether you are late or not...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's pretty much how its going nowadyas... &lt;br /&gt;Let's just say i found an itsy bitsy loop-hole in the system and went ahead to burrow through it...&lt;br /&gt;hehe... can't ride my luck though... it WILL end one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Corrinne's birthday on Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get her her presents....Erm, i mean i've already gotten her presents...hehe... (Whew!)&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, its been nearly 4 months since we got together and it still feels like yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the feeling of falling in love is such a wonderous one...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know i'm gonna get cursed at by some people but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the good times while it lasts right? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i think i'm beginning to scare myself...&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to sound like a girl.... Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it can't all a bad thing right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111392818769422391?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111392818769422391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111392818769422391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111392818769422391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111392818769422391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/04/hehe.html' title='hehe...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111388218833396374</id><published>2005-04-19T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:43:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homily of Love</title><content type='html'>When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure.&lt;br /&gt;But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost.&lt;br /&gt;What's important is you know when to hold on and when to let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be&lt;br /&gt;happy, even if their happiness means that you're not a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't hurt all the time, though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall.&lt;br /&gt;You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk rejections, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life risks nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach for another is to risk involvement; to expose your feelings is to expose true self to love is to risk not to be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should inspire you and give you joy and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way whether it leads towards you or away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love coz every time we do, we get hurt, then I figured that's why it's called falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you decide to love, allow it to grow.&lt;br /&gt;When you promise to love, refuse to let it die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111388218833396374?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111388218833396374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111388218833396374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111388218833396374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111388218833396374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/04/homily-of-love.html' title='The Homily of Love'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111333323694123194</id><published>2005-04-13T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T03:13:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days go by...</title><content type='html'>The insomniac nights are over for now.... NOT!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;for the last few weeks, it was because of work... now, its just cause i can't seem to sleep... only can seem to do that in the morning when i reach work... so its kinda like i dun sleep the whole night, or should i say, try but fail to sleep for the whole night, before stumbling to work early in the morning, with a face lower than droopy's and scarier than a zombie's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with the Adventus crew 2 weeks ago @ Mdm Wongs.. That was a blast... witnessed a whole drunk fest right after in their office... hehe... no worries... nothing wrong was done... hehe...Just seeing them having so much fun makes me want to go out to the private sector and work as well... oh well, have to wait at least 4 more years before i can even think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue... Shall keep telling myself that for the next 4 years at least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, liquid room with carole, roch and debz... after such a long time, debz makes an appearence back in Yishun.... ok for those who are a bit lost, debz is my childhood/ex girlfren.... nowadays, she stays with her boyfren in pasir ris.... which is really a good thing, if you ask mostof s who know her since young.... anyways, not to digress... back to liquid rm... although house music has never been my thingy, soomehow, i always enjoy the music when i'm at liquid rm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the alcohol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainey's party at rouge on sat was really a blast.... to me at least, cuz its been a while since i saw her... last christmas actually... hehe... always nice to meet up once in a while...went with mandy and andi.... oh and kenny and mel were also there.... how i miss the company.... got really high thatnight... too much alcohol at one go... but den again, too much is never enough...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, i shall lay awakw and figure out how to solve this insomniac problem... rambling about the drinking in the past few weeks ain't helping cuz ny brain is kinda braindead for now.... just like opening my eyes but not thinking about anything at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work.....zzzzz......zzzzz......zzzzzz.....wth?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111333323694123194?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111333323694123194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111333323694123194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111333323694123194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111333323694123194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/04/days-go-by.html' title='The days go by...'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111276442757535350</id><published>2005-04-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:13:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP 2005</title><content type='html'>The first media launch is over... Finally.... Please everybody, do me a great big favour and  go to the&lt;a href="http://www.ndp.org.sg"&gt; NDP Website&lt;/a&gt; . As i am personally involved in the maintanence of it, i would require you guys to help me critic the site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, time to spend sometime with corrinne... this NDP has been taking up too much of our time...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111276442757535350?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ndp.org.sg' title='NDP 2005'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111276442757535350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111276442757535350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111276442757535350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111276442757535350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/04/ndp-2005.html' title='NDP 2005'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111178015314363718</id><published>2005-03-26T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:49:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles</title><content type='html'>i swear!!!!! work is absolutely killing me... least the fact that the company that is helping out is located right smack in the middle of mohd sultan... preeety convenient if you ask me...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been too damn busy with the preparations for NDP... too damn busy for anything... even my girlfren!!! ok(hands up!!), i admit i've been neglecting her quite a bit but hey, i can't help it right? dun even have time to go home to sleep, let alone spend time with her!!! well, glad she understnds(i hope)... u know women and their " i understand, dun worry" and den go on making a big fuss out of nothing at all... i do realise i will offend some people by saying that but hey, the truth hurts right? hehe... no offense to anybody la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of all that, i think a slight problem is developing within me... actually, i think it has been there all this while but i just always kinda shrugged it off... i think i'm having some kind of sleeping disorder!!!(HELP!!!!) thank god my boss is understanding.... can't seem to stay awake in the day and can't sleep to sleep at night.... goodness!!!! what the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, taking a break just for these few days....  hopefully can get something done by the time i get back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... work.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111178015314363718?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111178015314363718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111178015314363718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111178015314363718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111178015314363718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/03/rambles.html' title='Rambles'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111177929637982955</id><published>2005-03-26T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:34:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought?</title><content type='html'>We were made such a perfect creature.&lt;br /&gt;With the ability to upgrade by will of the nature.&lt;br /&gt;With the brains to create even other creatures.&lt;br /&gt;But given the heart just to keep us from overtaking the creator.&lt;br /&gt;Our beginnings from a humble form till the endings of gigantic evolution and in bet is our actions based on our judgemental emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111177929637982955?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111177929637982955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111177929637982955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111177929637982955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111177929637982955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/03/food-for-thought_26.html' title='Food for thought?'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</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-6968689.post-111027627947108826</id><published>2005-03-08T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:22:13.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another day</title><content type='html'>It has come to the end of another working day in the office....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i got up this morning staring at a mini depression... Maybe i was a woman in my previous life... Sometimes i feel like that... I wonder why?? maybe its cuz i got up late again and was late for work again... Giving the excuse that i was going to the bank was my ' Break Glass in Case of Emergency ' Plan... Luckily i found no need for it... I guess that is what i love about my office these days... Compared to the days when i first started working there, whereby i had eyes on me, watching my every move and being at the wrong place at the wrong time always.... Thus getting unreasonable punishments always.. Nowadays, evasion has become sort of an artform for me... The only bad thing for me and as usual, my conscience... Feel kinda bad for going late to work... I mean, others make it to work early in the morning and there are arses like me, who just take their time and dun bother at all about how late they arrive at work... As lam hasa told me before, if this were the coporate world, i wouldn't be able to survive even a week, with the current mindset i have now... He makes sense you know... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne has been waking me up every morning...Literally... The poor girl goes to sch early in the morning, and tries her very best to wake me up in the morning... I feel so bad cuz i always sleep so soundly, dead to the world... so you can imagine how many times she calls and calls, but there is just no answer.... Darling, i'm really sorry... I think there's a problem with me... I'm sick in a funny kind of way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6968689-111027627947108826?l=losely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/feeds/111027627947108826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6968689&amp;postID=111027627947108826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111027627947108826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6968689/posts/default/111027627947108826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losely.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-of-another-day_08.html' title='The end of another day'/><author><name>Smelly Melly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09656319227170501918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
