<?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-8508042</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:03:52.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114973145826036058</id><published>2006-06-08T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:51:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.jeremyisaaclee.com"&gt;blog.jeremyisaaclee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114973145826036058?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114973145826036058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114973145826036058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114973145826036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114973145826036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/06/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114923885614577629</id><published>2006-06-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:51:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's friday... and i've spent four work weeks in &lt;strong&gt;intel&lt;/strong&gt; already... time does fly when you're havin' a great time... that's another way of sayin' my internship is laidback and relaxed... had lunch in the posh &lt;strong&gt;oversea &lt;/strong&gt;restaurant with my group of colleagues... i'm not sure if it's affliated to the one in ipoh but anyway... it was rather okay for me as i think the thai lunch last friday was more to my taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heading home in a couple of hours time... the long weekend is certainly most welcome... if i had a laptop i'd bring home my scripting work too cos it gets interesting when i have an idea and want to test the code out... but i guess i shall leave them for next week... signs of a potential workaholic perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114923885614577629?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114923885614577629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114923885614577629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114923885614577629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114923885614577629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/06/head-home.html' title='head home'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114900099765713708</id><published>2006-05-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:07:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quite a good exercise it was... hiking halfway up penang hill... through the jungle trail... and descending by the road... the steep downhill slope taxed my already tired legs... it was a fight against gravity all the way down... i normally would be too lazy to wake up and exercise... what more going all the way to youth park to start the hike... but it was my supervisor's suggestion so... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cherry blossom&lt;/span&gt;... a thai restaurant... for lunch with the colleagues from my department today... the food was simply delicious... and unlike anythin' i've tasted before... probably because i can't remember having thai food before anyway haha... definitely worth another visit sometime soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
too many dvds to watch... too little time... ;)

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was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flix&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of hours to watch yet another acoustic performance... she sings and plays really well i must say... mesmerizing indeed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice by the sea&lt;/span&gt; is quite a nice place... decor and facilities could be better but i think they just shifted to this new location... or maybe not... my friend has a weekly acoustic performance there so i went to check it out... oh well... she's a pretty good singer i must say... and i haven't got the chance to listen to her sing and play guitar before... it was really nice... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the garage&lt;/span&gt; and the surrounding area were packed and happenin'... well... i wouldn't expect less as it was a saturday night... and before u ask... no... no raids... i didn't even enter any of the clubs in the first place... just had supper at the mamak across the street... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perl&lt;/span&gt; is what i need to brush up on as i've had my first assignment already... some script writing... i thought i would be able to get much work done this weekend but since i'm out like practically the whole day... i guess i'll try to get it done during the course of the coming week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;?... i haven't been there yet... much as i would like to... thought of goin' there today but i guess i'll be somewhere else... well... that's about all for now...
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three days of orientation... at least the chairs in the lecture room were high-backed so i could lean and doze off... ;) i did sleep a few hours in total i think... not to sure... well anyway it's back to work tomorrow... actual work... probably start some hands-on programming or somethin'... i dunno... but it's time to shift gears... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
even though the hours are long and i don't have enough sleep... i kinda like it here... haha... like i said... a change in environment is much welcome... and the blues are slowly drifting away... :)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114786787172174256?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114786787172174256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114786787172174256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114786787172174256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114786787172174256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/05/115.html' title='115'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114762088002366658</id><published>2006-05-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:34:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>517</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just couldn't resist a good bargain...a half-price 517... haha ;) well... my parents left around noon today... after the usual visits to various shopping malls, restaurants and hawker stalls... a nice weekend... one of the few precious moments of late that i have with my family... well it's back to work tomorrow so... i'd better not stay up... probably watch an episode of some show first... yet undecided ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i had trouble staying up late last night although i wanted to since today's a holiday... but i ended up dozing off while my friend was havin' supper... guess i'm just used to goin' early to bed nowadays... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
oh... i have yet to go to the beach... haha... probably next weekend will be a good time... to sink my feet in the sand and hear the crashing waves... :)
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after work... the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak... eyes are tired from barely enough sleep... still managed to hang out a little though... but i think i'd rather rest in most of the time... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114713202174986300</id><published>2006-05-09T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T07:47:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half past seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i'm already at the office... seems like i'm online for most of the day... there's nothin' much to do yet and besides it's not even working hours officially so... :) went to eat at a couple of places when i reached on sunday... great food... pig's innards porridge at new lane pretty alright... i was pretty reluctant to try it at first but since a couple of my friends were havin' it so i decided i should try for myself too... :) i'm tempted to take snapshots around the plant but i guess i'll reserve that for another time... or ask somebody with a more discreet camera to do so...  well... goin' off to do some reading on chipsets... microprocessor architecture and the sort... and learn some linux and perl as well i think... not too sure :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114713202174986300?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114713202174986300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114713202174986300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114713202174986300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114713202174986300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/05/half-past-seven.html' title='half past seven'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114705918724085854</id><published>2006-05-08T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:33:07.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intel inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or rather... inside intel... yup... it's the first day of my internship and i'm here bloggin' away with so much time on my hands... no they haven't assigned me any tasks... all i have is a powerful ibm server at my disposal... it's a 3ghz xeon with 3.5gb of ram... well... it's pretty cool here so far... :) that's all for the moment... it's not like i actually have WORK to get back to anyway... haha... just msn n surfin'... what a life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114705918724085854?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114705918724085854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114705918724085854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114705918724085854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114705918724085854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/05/intel-inside.html' title='intel inside'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114684819108104677</id><published>2006-05-06T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:56:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after a struggle to the very end... we lost to the danes... only the doubles delivered... contrary to the prediction i read in nst... seems like even their coach didn't know them too well after all... so... i'll be drivin' up on sunday... lookin' forward to it... it feels so good not to be stuck down south with everythin' cloudin' my mind... well anyway... hope i don't relapse... haha... i sound like i'm tryin to abstain from drugs or booze or somethin'... :) well i think love is pretty intoxicating too... the past week's been pretty peaceful... catchin' up with some friends... eatin' at the various fave places... watched a movie... and one more episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/span&gt; to finish... ;) a tranquil break is all i need... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114684819108104677?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114655823385564079</id><published>2006-05-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:23:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phalanxercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did anyone actually manage to finish their thousand-sms bulk yesterday? well... maxis' sms networks were pretty jammed from evening onwards in ipoh... or at least in the areas that i were in... cos i couldn't get a single message through from five onwards or so... all in all... i managed to send 150 throughout the day... most of it were sent during the first few hours after i woke up to discover that all my friends were in an sms frenzy already... well... it was still worth it anyway... nevertheless... the inability of maxis to handle such heavy traffic totally defeats the purpose of connectivity... however i heard that in jb the network was pretty alright... lookin' forward to the next manic monday anyone? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114655823385564079?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114655823385564079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114655823385564079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114655823385564079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114655823385564079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/05/phalanxercise.html' title='phalanxercise'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114647190403435392</id><published>2006-05-01T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:35:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/gnd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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it was a real hectic final day in jb... but anyway... at least i had a nice dinner at &lt;b&gt;george &amp;amp; dragon&lt;/b&gt; to finish the semester with :) more pix for u guys to drool over...

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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a cause for celebration... the end of my finals... ;) we dined at friday's... and afterwards my friends finished a bottle of martini which i had to miss out on sadly... oh well... cos i had to adjourn somewhere else... oh what a pity... i think the martini would have been more enjoyable than the tea i had elsewhere...
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&lt;br /&gt;if the personal message above sounds familiar... that's because u read it in one of my poems :P ... and btw... it's not my personal message but rather another friend's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114616319177998193?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114616319177998193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114616319177998193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114616319177998193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114616319177998193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/excerpt.html' title='excerpt'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114606634642134883</id><published>2006-04-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:45:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;had some kind of a reunion dinner with the bunch of ipoh utm-ers... which was pretty cool considering we've never really gone out all together before... and finally we've found the opportunity to do so... how time flies... one of them will be graduating this year and it only seems like yesterday that we were all freshies... hmmm... maybe not exactly yesterday but you get the picture... i can still remember freshman year when a few of us will take the bus downtown on weekends and hang out... haha... now that most of us have cars... we kinda hang out less together... haha... but it's alright though... great time to meet up before everyone goes separate ways for their internship or holidays... come tomorrow... my fourth year officially ends... along with my final paper... time to revise... no more reminiscing...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114606634642134883?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114606634642134883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114606634642134883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114606634642134883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114606634642134883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114598238072690005</id><published>2006-04-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:35:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's a danger in loving somebody too much... as the song goes... well it's very true... both my friend and i were ranting about our own issues and i concluded that you'll just have to let go when it's not heading into the right direction...  cos being overconcerned when the other person couldn't care less never has any benefits... but we all still walk down the same path in the name of love... don't we...&lt;br /&gt;
i have saturday to look forward to... cos that's when i'll start my long drive home... with my good friend to accompany me... already we have planned where to stop over along the way for some chow... when i finally do i'll probably post up the pix... and if all goes as planned... it might be a two-car convoy :)&lt;br /&gt;
robotics... the final hurdle for this rollercoaster of a term... which i've managed to pull through anyway... well... it's all in the head/heart really... if u can set your mind straight then it'll all be good... but it's easier said than done of course... generally people are tempted to follow their heart even when their mind tells them otherwise... on the contrary... robots follow their programmed instructions faithfully... setting the mood for some robotic revision i am... but i think i'll end up procrastinatin' till tomorrow... :)
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i need a break... run away... leave it all...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114587284801150257?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114587284801150257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114587284801150257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114587284801150257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114587284801150257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114572806869558367</id><published>2006-04-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:27:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't seen</title><content type='html'>no, i ain't seen love like that&lt;br /&gt;
and i got people telling me to let her go&lt;br /&gt;
don't let it turn you around&lt;br /&gt;
tomorrow's comin' and you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;
the one that you lost may be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mr. big - ain't seen love like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114572806869558367?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114572806869558367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114572806869558367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114572806869558367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114572806869558367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/aint-seen.html' title='ain&apos;t seen'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114559928932018669</id><published>2006-04-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:01:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/clbday.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;another birthday celebration at midnight... :) party first... study later... april babies are all having bday celebrations in uni this time around cos for the past three years it has always been during the holidays... a much-needed distraction... and an excuse for some beer... hehe...
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i should probably retire early (0230hrs?) and start revising first thing when i wake up... let's hope my determination and discipline don't go missing... it's hard to concentrate at times when you're hit by sudden pangs of negativity... :(
one down... four to go...
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i'm still weighing the pros and cons of both blogs... and if i should migrate... anyway... feel free to visit both :) i have exported all my archives there already anyway... well... we shall see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114539354856298595?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114539354856298595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114539354856298595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114539354856298595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114539354856298595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/migration.html' title='migration?'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114536922108490355</id><published>2006-04-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:28:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much</title><content type='html'>so much to cover for the next ten days...&lt;br /&gt;
so many phases in the past five months...&lt;br /&gt;
so much she doesn't know about...&lt;br /&gt;
so many words i didn't say...&lt;br /&gt;
so much to be grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;
so many things i still wish for...&lt;br /&gt;
so much to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;
so many dreams unrealized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114536922108490355?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114536922108490355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114536922108490355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114536922108490355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114536922108490355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-much.html' title='so much'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114519461203657050</id><published>2006-04-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:32:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent sorrow</title><content type='html'>she will never know...&lt;br /&gt;
all the sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;
all the tearless cries...&lt;br /&gt;
face down on the pillow...&lt;br /&gt;
smothered by sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

missing her every minute...&lt;br /&gt;
he doesn't want her to know...&lt;br /&gt;
inside he shall keep it...&lt;br /&gt;
for another tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114519461203657050?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114519461203657050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114519461203657050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114519461203657050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114519461203657050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/silent-sorrow.html' title='silent sorrow'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114516187605351686</id><published>2006-04-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:31:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrection</title><content type='html'>it was just a casual remark but to me it meant a lil more...
to me it meant that she realized somethin' i knew all along...
it meant that she didn't forget what i'd told her before...
it meant that she still cared a little at least...

at first it felt nice to hear those words from her...
but then if it took so long for it to dawn upon her...
the situation is quite clear...
and it doesn't feel so nice after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114516187605351686?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114516187605351686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114516187605351686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114516187605351686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114516187605351686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/resurrection.html' title='resurrection'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114508476418021885</id><published>2006-04-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:39:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>has the sun set?</title><content type='html'>has the sun set on the beautiful day we had?&lt;br /&gt;
are memories all that's left of what we shared?&lt;br /&gt;
was it me? or was it you?&lt;br /&gt;
the sky has changed to black from blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

maybe you were just too tied up&lt;br /&gt;
the many times you stood me up&lt;br /&gt;
the past is gone, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
to my future i hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114508476418021885?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114508476418021885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114508476418021885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114508476418021885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114508476418021885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/has-sun-set.html' title='has the sun set?'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114494852929519901</id><published>2006-04-14T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:15:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/kopitiam.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wed... had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old town kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;... the name of the shop explains the decor and theme of the outlet... as well as the cuisine... and btw... the toast bread u see is actually an order that arrived at our table by mistake... and since i had a cam in hand i took a snapshot of it before it was returned... :P

i am still trying to comprehend the full intrinsic meanin' of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gubra&lt;/span&gt;... and the message that the director was trying to convey through the potrayal of the lives of two seemingly unrelated groups of people...  and the show definitely could have used some subtitles for the sake of the non-trilingual majority...

it's good friday...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114494852929519901?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114494852929519901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114494852929519901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114494852929519901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114494852929519901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/quaint.html' title='quaint'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114487576969433269</id><published>2006-04-13T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:05:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image</title><content type='html'>i keep your photograph and i know it serves me well                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seether - broken&lt;/span&gt;

got a picture of you i carry in my heart
close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lonestar - not a day goes by&lt;/span&gt;

i had a picture of you in my mind                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyzone - picture of you&lt;/span&gt;

our picture taken yesterday
slowly starts to fade away
there's got to be an answer                                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vonray - inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114487576969433269?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114487576969433269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114487576969433269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114487576969433269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114487576969433269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/image.html' title='image'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114478119918356950</id><published>2006-04-12T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:46:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there is so much bottled up inside all of us... sometimes it's hard to find a way to release them and let go... is it better to stay silent or to express the truth? it's a tough call indeed... would it be better to suffer in silence and keep things the way they are... or to take the risk of rocking the boat... indecision...
i think i'm better at bottling up now than ever before... somehow i hope that this turns out well... and i can finally suppress everything completely... exams are just around the corner and i can't really afford to be distracted and down in the dumps...
if it's true love... it must be free... and hard as it may be... if it's time to let go... let it be...

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love suffers long and is kind
love does not envy
love does not parade itself
is not puffed up
does not behave rudely
does not seek its own
is not provoked
thinks no evil
does not rejoice in iniquity
but rejoices in the truth
bears all things
believes all things
hopes all things
endures all things
love never fails

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114478119918356950?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114478119918356950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114478119918356950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114478119918356950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114478119918356950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/bottled.html' title='bottled'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114469164081030945</id><published>2006-04-11T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:26:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fri on mon</title><content type='html'>the set meal in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tgif&lt;/span&gt; was worth it... not to mention extremely large...
the dishes on the left column were those of my set... and those on the right were my friend's...
left set: fried calamari, fish &amp;amp; chips, triple choc fudge brownies
right set: sesame jack chicken strips, citrus fish fillet with rice, some choc fudge with ice-cream dessert
and a huge glass of mudslide cocktail to wash it all down!

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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/tgif2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114469164081030945?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114469164081030945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114469164081030945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114469164081030945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114469164081030945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/fri-on-mon.html' title='fri on mon'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114460933358561257</id><published>2006-04-10T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T03:02:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after the ordeal... and a long day out on saturday to city square, danga bay, church, jj and ayub... i decided to catch up on some sleep on sunday... a day of rest after all...
an interestin' site for some of you out there who survive on alcohol... and others who are less dependent... &lt;a href="http://www.webtender.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is...
its three... i should be in bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114460933358561257?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114460933358561257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114460933358561257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114460933358561257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114460933358561257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-of-rest.html' title='day of rest'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114447385922880646</id><published>2006-04-08T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:10:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape</title><content type='html'>my night in short...
0930... mcd
1030... bus station
1130... mcd

this would have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just another&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;night for me... until the decision to visit a pub in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sutera&lt;/span&gt;...
0115... b pub
0200... police raid
0300... urine test -&gt; positive... handcuffed... police truck
0330... detained in narcotics dept
0440... freed without bail

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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;had there not been divine intervention and persistency on my friend's part in convincing the team of officers... i'm sure i'd be inside for days or weeks at end while waiting for the more accurate second round of lab tests...
more on it &lt;a href="http://jameslum.blogspot.com/2006/04/freedom.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...
i don't know how it turned out positive... a sickness? added ingredients in food? i am curious to know... and for the record... no i don't do drugs...
after being cuffed and locked... and unsure of the period of detainment and outcome in the future... nothing beats the feeling of walking away... and taste freedom in the air...
things could have been much worse if the officers were uncooperative and turned a deaf ear to our pleas... what would become of me then? it's a shuddering thought...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114447385922880646?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114447385922880646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114447385922880646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114447385922880646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114447385922880646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-escape.html' title='the great escape'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114444890061328646</id><published>2006-04-08T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T06:28:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>i didn't realise i got tagged last week or so... anyway here it is

4 jobs
tgv
levi's
home-tutor
intel intern (soon)

4 movies i'd repeatedly watch
the matrix trilogy
(none)

4 places i've lived
ipoh garden
ksds
jln pulai 50
jln pulai 79

4 fave tv shows
prison break
house
friends
futurama

4 vacation destinations
sg
pg
kl
mlk

4 daily-visited sites
gmail
friendster
mininova
frets

4 fave foods
fried chicken
fried yong tau foo crackers
ny cheesecake
french fries

4 places i'd rather be at
ny
nz
tokyo
dream theater's studio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114444890061328646?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114444890061328646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114444890061328646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114444890061328646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114444890061328646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114438172625409317</id><published>2006-04-07T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:48:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangin' out/on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been hangin' out as usual now and then at mcd... and of course... not forgettin' our new-found love for archery...

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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been hangin' on a string... strugglin' to get through each day... and none of the stuff below can make it all go away...
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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/alc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114438172625409317?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114438172625409317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114438172625409317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114438172625409317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114438172625409317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/hangin-outon.html' title='hangin&apos; out/on'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114425665484301440</id><published>2006-04-06T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:04:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>string</title><content type='html'>i can't be hangin' on to a string forever
it's a matter of time before i come crashing down
it's hard to walk away from the memories
when i don't know why they've become history
putting in so much effort and concern
has yielded nothing but a cold shoulder
why is it so hard to be a little nicer?
aren't we worth much more than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114425665484301440?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114425665484301440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114425665484301440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114425665484301440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114425665484301440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/string.html' title='string'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114424388207587562</id><published>2006-04-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:31:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.o.s.</title><content type='html'>help me face my worst fear
help me get through the night
help me have peace of mind
help me learn to be still

pull me from this anguish
free me from this bondage
save me from this confusion
breathe life into me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114424388207587562?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114424388207587562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114424388207587562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114424388207587562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114424388207587562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/sos.html' title='s.o.s.'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114421400496903487</id><published>2006-04-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:13:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing grip</title><content type='html'>what if the cracks were due to gripping too tightly?
holding on to something more tightly so that it wouldn't slip away isn't always the solution...
for it might just crack and break under pressure... as in the case of an egg...
but how would i know if the grip is too tight or too loose? either way all would be lost...
or maybe there was never much to lose in the first place...
if only things were simpler... and straightforward... but how often is it easy in life?
losing grip... losing everything... that would be the worst...
other people have different opinions than mine... i am more pessimistic...
but i should know best... or is that just what i think?
i don't believe there were signs... but others believe otherwise...
how can i travel the extra mile uphill when i keep on sliding down?
there is so much weight on my back that i'll have to unload some off here...
i wish everything was still going forward unlike now...
somehow i don't have high hopes but i'm still hoping against odds
they say... it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all...
that's probably what makes us human...
but the losing part must also be one of the worst times of one's life...
but if it is part and parcel of human relationships, there's no escaping it...
to live in a solitary shell would be far worse i think...
there's no escaping the blood, sweat and tears... everything needs effort...
failure must be faced with composure and closure...
a rough journey to traverse... but i sure enough have to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114421400496903487?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114421400496903487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114421400496903487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114421400496903487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114421400496903487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/losing-grip.html' title='losing grip'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114417965814094100</id><published>2006-04-05T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:41:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bond of friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGiwuWMZmk0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGiwuWMZmk0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="600"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114417965814094100?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114417965814094100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114417965814094100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114417965814094100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114417965814094100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/bond-of-friendship.html' title='bond of friendship'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114414847787998295</id><published>2006-04-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:01:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peaks and valleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm not really good in interpersonal relationships i guess... somehow i can't maintain friendships as how i would like them to be... i guess i'm not the only one... well... there are always some points when you're extremely close to a friend but after a while... circumstances somehow change and before you know it... you guys have drifted apart... it's happened so many times since i was a kid... up till now... but what can be done?
i guess this is just a natural occurence but sometimes... you'd wish it doesn't happen... but sadly it does happen to me anyway... whether it's an individual or a group of buddies... somehow you can't juggle your time and balance your priorities so well that you'll have time for everyone... and that's when the inevitable gap forms...
i'm hoping and praying that not another break occurs... cos i can already see the cracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114414847787998295?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114414847787998295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114414847787998295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114414847787998295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114414847787998295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/peaks-and-valleys.html' title='peaks and valleys'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114405539674940357</id><published>2006-04-03T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:09:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey sky evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/cloudy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

as i'm typing this the sky's overcast... and i can hear thunder in the distance...
my roomie earlier told me about some jog plans... guess it won't work out today...
well the wind blowing into my room is much cooler now... so... that's a relief...
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one more month from now... things will be quite different... to what extent i'm unsure though...
what i'm saying seems redundant... cos circumstances change everyday obviously...
but i'm sure some of you at least will know what i'm trying to say... well... i have a tendency of not makin' myself clear... so if no one does und... nvm...
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; by avril is currently playin'... a fitting song for my current state...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114405539674940357?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114405539674940357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114405539674940357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114405539674940357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114405539674940357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/grey-sky-evening.html' title='grey sky evening'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114398769405556137</id><published>2006-04-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:21:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sail</title><content type='html'>as he sits by the pier
she is no longer here
the masts were raised
the ships have sailed
silently he reflects on
the future all forlorn

a thousand years
couldn't rewind it
back to the start
a thousand tears
would not have
moved her heart
slowly he tries to swallow
the bitter truth and sorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114398769405556137?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114398769405556137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114398769405556137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114398769405556137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114398769405556137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/sail.html' title='sail'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114395886308136045</id><published>2006-04-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:21:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evergreen</title><content type='html'>two three four... tell the people what she wore...
much to my surprise a friend just told me that she's into all these oldies... haha... i guess she would enjoy my dad's cd n karaoke video collection...
it's a pretty hot afternoon and to make it worse... i went to have laksa for lunch at the roadside stall in tmn u... and the whole world knows how spices make me sweat...
slackin'... relaxin'... enjoyin' all the time... nevertheless... somethin's missin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114395886308136045?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114395886308136045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114395886308136045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114395886308136045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114395886308136045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/04/evergreen.html' title='evergreen'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114388503449426384</id><published>2006-04-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:50:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dusk to dawn</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i hung out from dusk to dawn... today was one of such days...
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;was in mcd24 yet again around 1130 last night with a few friends... hung out for a couple of hours... made a trip to jb downtown and just took a walk around... and ended up in mcd24 again till 8 in the morning today... as i sat for hours chattin' away... i watched as the sky turned from black to blue... i was there as the crowd in mcd slowly dwindled from gangs of nightbird youth to senior citizens and familes having breakfast... coke... fries... sundae... chicken... fish... i had 'em all as the night progressed to day... i was even showin' my fellow guitarist some scales on the guitar at one point...
and this is how i spent the first third of my saturday...
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as the road takes a turn
sacrifices have been made
so much still unsaid
this isn't a one-way street
i'm taking the backseat
are they going to fade?
regret if i stayed?
it is never easy to be
locked out without a key
trying hard to find
the ties that bind
expectations unfulfilled
go the extra mile i will
after the sun and the rain
nothing left but pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114378822908002897?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114378822908002897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114378822908002897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114378822908002897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114378822908002897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/turn.html' title='turn'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114375102939709427</id><published>2006-03-31T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T04:37:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcd</title><content type='html'>let me try to recap my mcd visits this week...
1... sun 0100
2... sun 1130
3... tue 1300
4... thu 0000 &amp;amp; 0100
5... thu 1630
6... fri 0230
i really need to find another place to hang out... but i doubt i will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114375102939709427?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114375102939709427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114375102939709427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114375102939709427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114375102939709427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/mcd.html' title='mcd'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114370293553478421</id><published>2006-03-30T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:15:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candles</title><content type='html'>i went to two mcd24 outlets in an hour...
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the first was in taman sutera... for my coursemate's birthday celebration... as u can clearly see from the pix... we were all there at midnight...
then at one... i was in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usual&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mcd24... just for a brief moment though... there had just been another party there too...
at three... i reached home and tried to get back to studying...
at four... i guessed it was time to sleep
at eight... i was clueless about my test... not entirely but mostly....
but hey... at least i had fun :)

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i actually composed an sms poem today... early in the morning as i was rushing for robotics... a sudden moment of inspiration... and sent it to my friend in kl after typing it out in class itself... hehe... and she said it was real sweet... she must have liked it cos she went on to crap about some stuff... true to her funny self...
i have this secret hope that the poem might become popular and end up being forwarded back to me one day ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114353994728348691?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114353994728348691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114353994728348691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114353994728348691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114353994728348691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114335746574808438</id><published>2006-03-26T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:17:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight</title><content type='html'>can't fight these feelings that won't go away
trying hard to pull myself through the day
as hard as i try to runaway with all my might
there is no place anywhere left for me to hide

the stars twinkle brilliantly up in the sky
can't escape these thoughts as days go by
wondering when i'll stop living a lie
hoping i'll never have to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114335746574808438?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114335746574808438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114335746574808438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114335746574808438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114335746574808438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/fight.html' title='fight'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114335580669567027</id><published>2006-03-26T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:50:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pretty tiring saturday... tried my hand at archery for the first time with a couple of friends... kinda arm-straining at first... but it's definitely pretty enjoyable...
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and was out to church... mamak... jj... no.1... mcd... and that's my saturday in short... nothin' to elaborate... :)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114335580669567027?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114335580669567027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114335580669567027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114335580669567027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114335580669567027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-out.html' title='day out'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114326280394698596</id><published>2006-03-25T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:00:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>persevere</title><content type='html'>at times life is wicked and i just can't see the light
a silver lining sometimes isn't enough
to make some wrongs seem right
whatever life brings
i've been through everything
and now i'm on my knees again

at times life's unfair and you know it's plain to see
hey god i know i'm just a dot in this world
have you forgot about me?
whatever life brings
i've been through everything
and now i'm on my knees again

but i know i must go on
although i hurt i must be strong
because inside i know that many feel this way

children don't stop dancing
believe you can fly
away...away

am i hiding in the shadows?
forget the pain and forget the sorrows

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creed - don't stop dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114326280394698596?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114326280394698596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114326280394698596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114326280394698596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114326280394698596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/persevere.html' title='persevere'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114322222142191833</id><published>2006-03-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:43:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fluctuate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the only interesting event i saw at the convo fair was the minibike racing... those bikes are really tiny and fast... and they were still racing even though it was past midnight... ironic in a uni where the admin is always so uptight and overzealous in enforcing nonsensical rulings...
i'm listenin' to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red letters&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dc talk&lt;/span&gt;... it does bring back some memories... of a time in high school... nothin' particularly interesting though... just realised i haven't kept in touch with a friend for quite some time...
is there a rewind button somewhere to take a walk down memory lane?
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i attended the second class of today... and the lecturer was also distributing our test sheets... despite this test being an open-book one... i literally flunked it... not unexpected though...

songs on my current playlist:
youth group - forever young
imogen heap - hide and seek
yellowcard - only one
lostprophets - last train home
lifehouse - everything

what happened to my usual prog rock? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114317526792057280?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114317526792057280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114317526792057280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114317526792057280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114317526792057280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-bad.html' title='good &amp; bad'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114309857605910719</id><published>2006-03-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:22:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torrentmeister</title><content type='html'>a vital book for newbies... most people won't actually need a whole book i think... :)

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i don't have superpowers like clark but it definitely feels heavy for me now...

michael said to lincoln... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have a little faith&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm trying hard to escape my own prison...

johnny said to dennis... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's always the chance she feels the same way...
&lt;/span&gt;is there?

p.s. quotes from smallville, prison break &amp;amp; the o.c. respectively&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114304763539148656?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114304763539148656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114304763539148656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114304763539148656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114304763539148656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/weight.html' title='weight'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114302280843524931</id><published>2006-03-22T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:20:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the long-awaited episode 14 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prison break &lt;/span&gt;is out! terrific episode with a lot of suspense... and touching scenes... totally enjoyed the whole 42 mins of it... i think many of my friends can barely wait to watch it too...
on the other hand... episode 16 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the o.c. &lt;/span&gt;has this great remix of the classic song... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever young... &lt;/span&gt;which got me hooked... especially since i'm in the mood for ballads nowadays ;)
time for dinner... can't think of any new places to break the usual routine of food stalls... hmmm...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114302280843524931?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114302280843524931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114302280843524931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114302280843524931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114302280843524931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/rat.html' title='rat'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114296210685949619</id><published>2006-03-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:28:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turmoil</title><content type='html'>but there's still tomorrow
forget the sorrow
and i can be on the last train home
watch it pass the day
as it fades away
no more time to care
no more time, today

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lostprophets - last train home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114296210685949619?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114296210685949619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114296210685949619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114296210685949619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114296210685949619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/turmoil.html' title='turmoil'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114294624633371094</id><published>2006-03-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:04:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finally... here are some pics from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mosaic music festival&lt;/span&gt; in sg i went to last week with a trio of friends... i felt more like writing in the last few posts hence the slight delay... didn't wanna post so much stuff up at once... so i decided on pouring out first... :)
anyway... it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop tart &lt;/span&gt;performance we went to... they're a sg dj outfit which spins indie records... have i got the facts right? before u ask... no i am not a fan of them... and after watching their performance... i was far from thrilled... no offence to their supporters though ;)
instead... i just enjoyed the upbeat atmosphere... lively crowd... and stunning night view at the esplanade... :)

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one phone call from thousands of miles away which made a difference...
u know who u are... but u dun read my blog often ;)
but u did take the time to read a few months' of archives in one go...
i'll probably tell u to read this... hehe...
for now... it's a relief to have shared my burden...
a friend in need is a friend indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114279795251050963?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114279795251050963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114279795251050963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114279795251050963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114279795251050963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/grateful.html' title='grateful'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114279268559743034</id><published>2006-03-20T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:24:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy/sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's been quite a weekend... met up with four of my hometown buddies in four different occasions for meals/drinks... to update each other with stuff... chat... basically just an excuse for me to hang out... ;)
just came back from mcd24 for the fourth time in three days... birthday celebration... kind of a surprise one... a joyous gathering it was...
i definitely did meet a whole lot of friends over the past few days... which is really something to be happy about... isn't it? come to think of it... for the past four days i've been hangin' out from sg to mcd to jj and here and there... and at the end of the day (read: now)... i'm feelin' lost...
sadly... if only things were so simple for me... yeah i know i should be countin' my blessings and delight in them... but i just can't seem to be joyful as i should be... i really appreciate all the friends who have been there with me but nevertheless... some things in life just can't be solved so easily... thoughts and feelings that just won't go away... i really need to pull myself up from this pit i fell into... and i have to do it alone...
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i carry a smile when i'm broken in two
and i'm nobody without someone like you
i'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me
i lie awake it's a quarter past three
i''m screamin' at night as if i thought you'd hear me
yeah my heart is callin' you and nobody knows it but me

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the tony rich project - nobody knows&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/8508042-114279268559743034?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114279268559743034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114279268559743034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114279268559743034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114279268559743034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/joysorrow.html' title='joy/sorrow'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114267776633128834</id><published>2006-03-18T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:29:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distant</title><content type='html'>here I go
scream my lungs out
and try to get to you
you are my only one
i let go
there's just no one
that gets me like you do
you are my only
my only one

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellowcard - only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114267776633128834?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114267776633128834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114267776633128834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114267776633128834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114267776633128834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/distant_18.html' title='distant'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114267278082357986</id><published>2006-03-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:06:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>into her eyes</title><content type='html'>when he looks into her eyes he sees
a well into her angelic soul within
a window overlooking a bed of roses
a path flanked by cherry blossoms
a peaceful dwelling free of worries

when he looks into her eyes he sees
the sunset in the middle of the ocean
the stars that twinkle brightly at night
the rainbow after a heavy downpour
the realization of his lifelong dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114267278082357986?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114267278082357986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114267278082357986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114267278082357986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114267278082357986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/into-her-eyes.html' title='into her eyes'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114265474425522340</id><published>2006-03-18T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:05:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bewildered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i shall not make this blog a regular review of news articles but some weird article in the star caught my attention... so... entitled "decision not to date pays off"... it goes on to detail how a student in penang decided not to date ever since he stepped into secondary school... and how his "years of sacrifice" have paid off after having obtained 4As in the STPM... however... in the same article... there is also mention of his straight As schoolmate who on the other hand has a gf...
lesson learnt... straight As and dating are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;independent &lt;/span&gt;events... NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mutually exclusive&lt;/span&gt;... sorry for using stats jargon... hehe...

friday... reached home from across the causeway at 0430hrs... couldn't make it for 0800 class so ended up goin' for the 1100 one only... slept a bit more and then had chow in mcd24... and dessert in secretrecipe... lunch was durin' teatime and dinner was durin' suppertime... which i had in mcd24 (again!) so it was all fast food... not that i'm not sick of burgers yet... just that i prefer the air-con and ambience of the place... which is a relief during scorching afternoons... like yesterday...

it's my big bro's bday today... so... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; no he doesn't read this blog tho'... :)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114265474425522340?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114265474425522340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114265474425522340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114265474425522340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114265474425522340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/bewildered.html' title='bewildered'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114257088328380948</id><published>2006-03-17T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:48:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been sleepin' less than usual... partly because of my late nights and early risings for class... and i can't seem to make up for lost sleep in the afternoons... which are pretty hot... and also somehow or rather... ppl will start to sms and make plans for outings/whatever when i'm in bed... and partly because of... hmmm... the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;...
i have been eatin' less than usual... which is quite disturbing cos my appetite isn't normal as it used to be... frog meat with dried chilli and ginger in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geylang &lt;/span&gt;early this morning was really nice though... and it was my first time eating an amphibian... as far as i can recall... ;)
there's one thing i have been doin' a little more than usual though... thinking... and that's probably a cause of the other deficiencies
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114257088328380948?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114257088328380948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114257088328380948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114257088328380948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114257088328380948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/disorder_17.html' title='disorder'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114249158474446099</id><published>2006-03-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:46:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red</title><content type='html'>the blog might look different a little... but little has changed about anythin' else...
summer is gone with the wind...
dry leaves carpet the ground...
will hope be merely an illusion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114249158474446099?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114249158474446099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114249158474446099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114249158474446099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114249158474446099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/red.html' title='red'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114244278547760302</id><published>2006-03-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:13:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/brown.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well... the weather's so scorching the leaves are beginning to wither and fall... in a way it looks like autumn... and since there is so much greenery (and brownery?) in campus... it is quite a nice sight... i wouldn't have noticed it if not for my friend's casual remark...
everyday brings with it fresh new adventures... lessons to be learnt... and trials that must be overcome... a few pals of mine are not goin through the best of times... well... the tree and its branches might seem bare and dead now... but spring will surely come along to bring renewal and revival of life... and that's just the way nature works isn't it...
so... it might be fallen leaves now... but there's always an opportunity to turn over a new leaf... and sprout into a greener one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114244278547760302?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114244278547760302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114244278547760302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114244278547760302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114244278547760302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/autumn.html' title='autumn'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114242357878060950</id><published>2006-03-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:52:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/redsun.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/fullmoon.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

a full sun and a full moon
radiantly shining and glowing
these days and nights
have been brighter and happier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114242357878060950?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114242357878060950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114242357878060950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114242357878060950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114242357878060950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/shine.html' title='shine'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114226944136122960</id><published>2006-03-14T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:04:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotfl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROTFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was so tickled that i was literally rolling on the floor laughing my insides out until it hurt so bad... and even my eyes were teary... was the &lt;a href="http://scorponok.rubeus.org/archives/2006/03/when_you_have_n.html"&gt;joke&lt;/a&gt; funny? to me it definitely struck a resonant chord with my funny bone... all i can say is i made a malaprop but instead of me being targeted for my blunder (which is normally the case for any blunder-er)... someone else ended up being the butt of the joke... or maybe it wasn't exactly the person but just the whole situation at that point of time... only two ppl out there will know what this post means so i'll just move on to somethin' else...

was having drinks with my fellow bassist and his final-year buddies... and they were talkin' bout their projects... which they are currently in the midst of... and it's kinda worrying for me... cos i know next to nothing on what to do for mine... four months away and i'm concerned already... i should really start to research or somethin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114226944136122960?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114226944136122960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114226944136122960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114226944136122960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114226944136122960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/rotfl.html' title='rotfl'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114219820323288921</id><published>2006-03-13T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:16:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would it be?</title><content type='html'>if no tears were shed
would laughter be joyful?
if there was no absence
would presence be cherished?
if there were no difficulties
would there be gratitude?
if there was no pain
would there be love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114219820323288921?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114219820323288921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114219820323288921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114219820323288921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114219820323288921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/would-it-be.html' title='would it be?'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114213870571934389</id><published>2006-03-12T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:45:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>difference</title><content type='html'>it only takes one person
to create a huge impact
to make the waves roar
to break down the walls
to revive the drooping spirit
to capture the heart
to cheer the weary
to comfort the lonely
to make a difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114213870571934389?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114213870571934389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114213870571934389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114213870571934389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114213870571934389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/difference.html' title='difference'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114202136904702915</id><published>2006-03-11T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:09:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only?</title><content type='html'>love is only a feeling
drifting away
when I'm in your arms I start believing
it's here to stay
but love is only a feeling
anyway

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the darkness - love is only a feeling
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;______________________________________________________________

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my two tests are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;... i got a great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;internship &lt;/span&gt;offer... and at the end of the week... i am still feelin' the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;... and it's a real enthusiasm-killer :(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114202136904702915?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114202136904702915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114202136904702915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114202136904702915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114202136904702915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/only.html' title='only?'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114192416792595879</id><published>2006-03-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:09:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temperamental</title><content type='html'>one second he's normal
the next he's mental
fighting this obsession
is his current mission
he looks around
there's no one to be found
voices in his head
torment him to his bed
sleep deprived
barely alive
soldiering on
is it all forlorn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114192416792595879?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114192416792595879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114192416792595879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114192416792595879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114192416792595879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/temperamental.html' title='temperamental'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114190534441138230</id><published>2006-03-09T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:58:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/jb.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
this is downtown JB... at the bottom right corner is the causeway... and at the top centre is city square... probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best-known landmark in the city...
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the link between a developed nation... and another one struggling to...

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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;stulang laut... the white building on the right is the zon regency hotel which is part of the duty free zone... where cash-strapped students like me get their supply of drinks...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114190534441138230?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114190534441138230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114190534441138230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114190534441138230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114190534441138230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-sky.html' title='from the sky'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114183075862030275</id><published>2006-03-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:12:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>custard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh guys don't worry... this is not another of my poems again...
if it were... i think the only word to rhyme with custard would be b**tard... and that isn't too nice...
instead this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tribute&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world's luckiest custard&lt;/span&gt; of which i had two servings today... thanks to my friend who lives a few blocks away (who might not wanna be named due to her low-profile complex behavior? :P) thanks anyway... u know who u are...
burnt dozens of dvds last night... and will be ripping some more tonight... in the midst of revision... last-minute revision as usual...
that's about all... if i'm in the mood there might just be another poem... let's hope not... haha
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114183075862030275?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114183075862030275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114183075862030275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114183075862030275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114183075862030275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/custard.html' title='custard'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114175073687388645</id><published>2006-03-08T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:00:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You've gone away, you don't feel me here, anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seether - Broken&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/8508042-114175073687388645?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114175073687388645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114175073687388645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114175073687388645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114175073687388645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114173489853574186</id><published>2006-03-07T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:34:58.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand</title><content type='html'>he stands in the middle of the street
surrounded by throngs of people
looking around he finds himself
in the midst of the crowd
yet all alone

he stands by himself
a stranger in a foreign land
watching the world pass him by
no one stops to listen
his cries go unheard

he stands silently
watching her from a distance
watching her pass him by
the sands of time
are being washed away

he stands on the edge
on the verge of falling
disturbed, deranged
he desperately seeks salvation
but he is all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114173489853574186?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114173489853574186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114173489853574186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114173489853574186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114173489853574186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/stand.html' title='stand'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114166813608135048</id><published>2006-03-07T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:02:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elusive-illusive</title><content type='html'>why does she seem elusive?
he is always waiting in her shadow
ready with arms outstretched
to break her fall
even when she's near
she's out of reach
he can't cross the barrier
which keeps them apart

why does she seem illusive?
destined forever to
only exist in his dreams?
not a second goes by
without her on his mind
he just cannot stop
the rush of feelings
he is falling deeper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114166813608135048?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114166813608135048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114166813608135048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114166813608135048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114166813608135048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/elusive-illusive_114166813608135048.html' title='elusive-illusive'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114158238727605935</id><published>2006-03-06T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:13:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;had such difficulty lookin' for parkin' in jj on sat nite... and on sun afternoon... i had to get drenched as i resorted to parkin' outdoors in the rain... so anyway... i didn't buy anythin' as usual cos i don't shop at all besides gettin' toiletries and stationery... which don't run out so fast anyway... ninety percent of my visits (like on sat &amp; sun) are because my friends wanted to shop... u could say i'm a social shopper... not even a window-shopper cos i don't bother lookin' at anythin on display anyway... ;)
hope the new week will be a better one... especially for a friend of mine who has had a rough time over the past five days or so... comin' up are two tests... two assignments... nothin' i can't handle tho'... ;)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114158238727605935?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114158238727605935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114158238727605935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114158238727605935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114158238727605935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/subside.html' title='subside'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114149906787065052</id><published>2006-03-05T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:04:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haven't been sleepin' much lately... two or three hours less than the usual per night... nothin' serious really... have just been runnin' around and hangin' out a lot...
it's three in the morn now... should be sleepin'... but i thought i'll just accompany my friend to chat for a while first :)
well... my bro's got a &lt;a href="http://thiscoolpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;! didn't expect him to start one... ;) keep it up!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114149906787065052?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114149906787065052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114149906787065052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114149906787065052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114149906787065052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-am.html' title='three a.m.'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114141042400119465</id><published>2006-03-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:27:04.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for the record... i don't change my msn status... so whether i'm in or out... feel free to drop an im... just don't get agitated if there's no reply... which is when i'm out... but there'll be a reply if ur still online when i'm back... i had to finally type such a crappy post just to set things straight for some ppl who don't understand that although my pc is online 24/7... i am not...
for example... i just got back home to see a rather sarcastic im from someone who doubted that i was actually not at my pc the whole day... and preferred to believe that i just didn't wanna reply... let me see... i woke up today... freshened up for a while... made my way downtown to visit a friend for six plus hours... came back home just for awhile to freshen up... headed off to take my math test... and then adjourned to a party... and finally i'm home at two in the a.m... so i think it's quite clear what i'm trying to say...
gotta sleep now... tired out

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114141042400119465?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114141042400119465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114141042400119465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114141042400119465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114141042400119465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/clear.html' title='clear'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114129757965284411</id><published>2006-03-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:06:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desert</title><content type='html'>under the scorching sun
he traverses the blistering sand
in the harsh sweltering heat
he is overcome by thirst
struggling along seeking refuge
an oasis appears in the distance
his hopes are raised
rejuvenation beckons
as he inches closer
the sight slowly vanishes
a mirage it is
what will become of him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114129757965284411?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114129757965284411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114129757965284411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114129757965284411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114129757965284411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/desert.html' title='desert'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114123021025979808</id><published>2006-03-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:23:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazardous</title><content type='html'>some updates:
my test is tomorrow and i am only going to start two chapters from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; today :)
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;went to church a few hours ago for ash wednesday mass which marks the forty days of the lenten season before easter
my friend must have had the unluckiest day... had a swollen eyelid in the morning due to an insect bite... and a swollen hand in the evening due to a sprain during a volleyball game... imagine going to the doc's twice in a day for separate injuries... unexpectedly unfortunate...
slept for three hours only last night cos i was rushin' to finish my assignment
none of the above stuff are actually interesting i think... if you're still reading... good :)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114123021025979808?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114123021025979808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114123021025979808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114123021025979808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114123021025979808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/hazardous.html' title='hazardous'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114115208477912872</id><published>2006-03-01T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:41:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>respite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's what this post is... a brief getaway from my unfinished assignment... circuits and simulations always create unwanted problems... oh... enough said...
fellow serpents were over at my place... one to copy my circuit... and the other to give me the latest episode of prison break... which i am so tempted to watch now... but look at the time... i'll just have to finish my work first before anything else...
mcd's for lunch and tea today... too much of a good thing is sickening... but the weather was so scorching hot i just had to take refuge in the cold-en arches...
time to finish some dirty business...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114115208477912872?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114115208477912872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114115208477912872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114115208477912872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114115208477912872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/03/respite.html' title='respite'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114105826881342284</id><published>2006-02-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:37:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm trying hard to refrain from writing figuratively like i have been for the past week... but somehow i can express myself better that way i think... cos being direct has never been somethin' i'm good at? ah... just can't resist... here i go again...

happy but sad
here but there
awake but dreaming
hopeless but hopeful
smiling but crying
near but far
warm but cold
all but nothing

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114105826881342284?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114105826881342284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114105826881342284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114105826881342284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114105826881342284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/but.html' title='but'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114105728636150994</id><published>2006-02-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:21:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i got back home from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; at 2356hrs only to see my msn flooded with messages on the petrol hike from midnight today to 1.92 sen per litre... thats a friggin' 30 sen increase! what the.... it's too late for me to rush out jus to fill up now... i guess i'll have to pay the price tomorrow... since my tank is really empty and i procrastinated on fillin' up...
with the hike... i'll have to hike more often from now...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114105728636150994?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114105728636150994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114105728636150994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114105728636150994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114105728636150994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-hike.html' title='take a hike'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114089549476673396</id><published>2006-02-26T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:24:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet sound</title><content type='html'>fascinated by my bassist's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creative muvo... &lt;/span&gt;the song in my ears?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strange deja vu&lt;/span&gt;...
i wish i had one of my own... then i could care less about all the noise around me... :)

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/26-02-06_0015.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114089549476673396?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114089549476673396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114089549476673396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114089549476673396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114089549476673396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-sound.html' title='the sweet sound'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114081365803802505</id><published>2006-02-25T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T04:40:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paths</title><content type='html'>the sky is overcast
cumulonimbus clouds
horizon is masked
thick fog enshrouds

the paths there are two
which one shall he choose?
the safe and sound route?
the risky leap of faith?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114081365803802505?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114081365803802505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114081365803802505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114081365803802505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114081365803802505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/paths.html' title='paths'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114071563685078111</id><published>2006-02-24T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:27:16.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between the lines</title><content type='html'>the truth is
i am not poetic at all
hence
five poems
in this week alone
means something is
not quite right

i could use a cup of cheer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114071563685078111?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114071563685078111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114071563685078111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114071563685078111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114071563685078111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/between-lines.html' title='between the lines'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114071456640583533</id><published>2006-02-24T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:09:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>summer is slowly
slipping away
green leaves are
fading to brown
what was once
a sunny day
is now turning into
a cloudy one

summer passed by
in a blink of an eye
before he knew it
she was gone with the breeze
like withering leaves
in autumn
he fell fast
to the bottom

summer was
short and sweet
but he didn't have
enough of it
now she's cold
like the wind that blows
and soon enough
it'll start to snow

summer doesn't know
she will be missed
he's hoping that
she never has to leave
as disappointed
as he may be
seasons change
and so will she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114071456640583533?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114071456640583533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114071456640583533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114071456640583533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114071456640583533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114067879770483983</id><published>2006-02-23T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:13:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a few days back... a friend of a friend met with a motorcycle accident and was hurt pretty badly... her motorcycle was in bad shape after that too... fractured wrist... nose... etc...
and
only just last night as i was havin' drinks in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayub &lt;/span&gt;pulai... a car and a motorycle collided with such a loud bang it startled everyone in the mamak... the rider flew off his bike and was terribly injured... blood was streaming down the road a dozen yards away from where i was seated... such a sad mishap...
boy have i seen more accidents in my few years here than in my earlier years in ipoh... i think i've mentioned it before... and i'll say it again... people here are reckless...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114067879770483983?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114067879770483983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114067879770483983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114067879770483983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114067879770483983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/tragedy.html' title='tragedy'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114063452460244312</id><published>2006-02-23T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T02:55:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything</title><content type='html'>he would give up anything...
just to hear her sweet soft voice...
just to catch a glimpse of her again...
just for one more moment with her...

he would do anything...
just to caress her face...
hold her tight in warm embrace...
forever in this time and space...

he would forgo anything...
just to prove
his love
is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114063452460244312?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114063452460244312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114063452460244312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114063452460244312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114063452460244312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/anything.html' title='anything'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114058564400262798</id><published>2006-02-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:26:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/DSCN45271.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

without her
his life is sepia
without her presence
his heart's absent
without her smile
his soul cries
without her voice
he hears silence

without her realising
he watches her every step
without her knowing
he keeps her close at heart
without her asking
he lightens her burden
without her
it's a standstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114058564400262798?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114058564400262798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114058564400262798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114058564400262798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114058564400262798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/without.html' title='without'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114055210807762439</id><published>2006-02-22T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:01:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>within</title><content type='html'>within lies
her true beauty
within lies
his hidden secret
within lies
her heart of purity
within lies
his earnest yearning
within lies
her unselfish being
within lies
his unspoken feelings
within lies
doubts unresolved
within lies
the truth yet unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114055210807762439?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114055210807762439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114055210807762439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114055210807762439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114055210807762439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/within.html' title='within'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114051046450291132</id><published>2006-02-21T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:27:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acting like a robot...</title><content type='html'>its metal brain corrodes...
u try to take its pulse...
before the head explodes...

&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for those non-metalheads out there... that's the second verse from megadeth's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;symphony of destruction&lt;/span&gt;... which we will be jamming tonight if all goes according to plan... finally my first round of tests are over... with robotics being the final paper today... hence the post title... ;)

before i take a nap and play some guitar... here are some pix from the chinese new year last month...

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/p1010013.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/p1010003.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114051046450291132?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114051046450291132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114051046450291132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114051046450291132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114051046450291132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/acting-like-robot.html' title='acting like a robot...'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508042.post-114036293442519953</id><published>2006-02-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:28:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of metal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/jeremyisaaclee/studio1902.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8508042-114036293442519953?l=frets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/feeds/114036293442519953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8508042&amp;postID=114036293442519953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114036293442519953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8508042/posts/default/114036293442519953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frets.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-love-of-metal.html' title='for the love of metal'/><author><name>[[[[|]]]]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710470900035949257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ZZA73Yu_0o/STrii98AVdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Zs0kMzwa1lc/S220/IMG_7979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
