<?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-9150346</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:51:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Bongo Bong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-9176285082441356050</id><published>2008-12-08T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:26:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hMmm... staying @ home on a rainy, lazy, Monday morning can be really nice once in a while.. Well today's a public holiday, and it's raining. I literally slept through the entire day, my goodness. and the worst thing is i'm quite widely awake. haha. Quite boring.. wanna think of something to write buy my mind's abit blank @ e moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. will prolly write something once i think of something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-9176285082441356050?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/9176285082441356050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=9176285082441356050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9176285082441356050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9176285082441356050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2275658435712166750</id><published>2008-11-29T18:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:59:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/STP5BMnA8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1poBIBBsSGc/s1600-h/CIMG1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/STP5BMnA8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1poBIBBsSGc/s320/CIMG1509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274833387541033666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me and 2 years of hardwork :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, things aren't that easy, especially so when I was waiting for my turn to shake hands with the professor and get my cert thereafter. I had to sit with the audience for around 2 hrs before my name was called. Well 2 hrs isn't too long when you are watching a movie, but then again... I almost suffocated and smell to death while i was waiting for my name to be called. Not because of the wait, not because of the boring speech, but because of a fellow graduate that was sitting beside me. He seem to have a bit of a physical disability -- he can't get his mouth to physically shut up for a few seconds. And I think I was quite unlucky to be sitting beside him, who coincidently forgot to rinse his mouth while having breakfast that morning. So most of the time, I can feel some remnants of food(most probably breakfast cause it was 11am when I was sitting beside him) + abit of dried up saliva (prolly due to the dry air evaporating the saliva doubly fast). Yes. That's the worst thing that could happen to me on by convo day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i was about to give up and breathe as lightly as my lungs would allow me to, the speaker said something funny. Well, I guess it's a natural reaction that people laugh when they hear/see something really funny happening. So everyone was quite normal that day, so everyone laughed when they caught the joke. My dear fellow graduate caught it really hard, so he laughed quite loudly and happily. That's when I couldn't stand things, as soon as the joke reaches his brain to output the laughter, a gush of air flowed out from his lungs, all the way through the windpipe to the throat to the tongue and finally reaching the outer atmostphere. I guess 80% of the output passed by my nose before it diffuses into e air... My brothers... WO GEN NI JIANG... the SMELL... WO GEN NI JIANG... i'd hope you guys put yourselves in my shoes... WO GEN NI JIANG......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall stop my postings for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2275658435712166750?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2275658435712166750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2275658435712166750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2275658435712166750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2275658435712166750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations-to-me-and-2-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/STP5BMnA8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1poBIBBsSGc/s72-c/CIMG1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3814527738605573464</id><published>2008-11-21T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:37:35.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i got my mac more or less sorted out. It's time to do some reflections....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that I've grown much older. Fuck, next year i'll be 24 years old, an age I never thought I'm gonna reach until now, when I'm touching it. Life will still be the same, i will still feel as young. But I guess I'm not now, it can't be help, as far as I want to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs that i'm an older person now(Which i don't want to but i sometimes feel it's inevitable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I read The Straits Times - Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do... And life seemed to be abit empty without the newspapers. In the past, 5 years ago, I would 1stly go for the sports section then to the life section. The entire news reading process would take normally only 10 mins. Sometimes when I'm bored and have really nothing to do, I'll give the newspaper 'face' by browsing thru the other sections of the newspaper. NOW... Things are different, so much different. I'll read from the headline news, all the way to the finance section. Sometimes I would unknowingly miss the sports section. Reading the newspaper will take me at least an hour now. The classified ads section is becoming more and more interesting as the days go by. shit.. &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly fast forward myself 30 years into the future, i see myself big bellied, maybe with some hair gone (di zhong hai), sitting every morning reading the newspapers.. Oh my goodness.. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tuning on to the news. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought the news was such an interesting thing to watch. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preference of radio channels&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I listen to only 987fm, which plays only the latest hits in town. SLowly, i switch to yes 933 which is the home of chinese pop music, recently I tune in to class 95, cause most of the songs I know and enjoy are there in that channel. Today, i was scanning innocently the different channels on air, and was flipping thru the channels until i reach the news section. Goodness. Unknowingly, I spent around an hour listening to the news of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. It's more or less confirmed I'm getting older. Jialat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3814527738605573464?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3814527738605573464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3814527738605573464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3814527738605573464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3814527738605573464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-i-got-my-mac-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2400069199497664296</id><published>2008-11-20T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:19:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nabei. my bros. It's been a month since i last blogged. well, the question now is since everyone knows I'm a graduate now, what the fuck am I doing? How the fuck i spend my time? And how are me and moli doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After I graduate, I was so happy preparing for graduation, ordering my convocation gown etc. But ALAS!! Just as I was about to flip the papers for a job that's gonna suit my new 'status' (da xue bi yue), that jibai Lehman Brothers went bankrupt. At first I thought it was just some chapalang bank in USA no $ finance debt but still wanna act rich anyhow lend people money(That was what I thought initially..), so i heck care. But now I know this is just a tip of the iceberg in what I see is gonna be a worldwide domino effect financial crisis. Well I was right I guess, rumours of local banks starting to axe staff (da dao kuo fu) and restructure, and "get themselves prepared for the crisis" started spreading around the papers. And yes it happened... banks starting slashing manpower, wage freeze, bonuses cancelled and what nots. And yes, for now, thinking of switching jobs will be put at the back of my mind... yes, for the time being.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Well, end of school means the end of paying school fees, which means I have more discretionary income to spend for my days ahead. Thinking of putting my money in good use, so i signed up for insurance. Throughout the session with my agent, I confidently put myself in the shoes of Steven Gerrad when he extended his liverpool contract by saying "just show me where to sign". Hours after i put pen to paper on the insurance policy, bad news came gushing into my ears about AIG's failure to meet credit obigations in the US. wow! what a time for this to happen. But anyhow, I've signed the contract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted to look for my brothers, yes u guys. But.. Sam is always bz in school, Ben, Ren, Yep etc... all seemed to be missing. Wanted to jio u fellers out fer a movie but guess what, the current screen showings are really bad movies. None are high profile enough for the brothers to gather together to have some fun. Soccer seemed to be few and far between the months now. So....&lt;br /&gt;Yep if u are there, come up with something man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Me and Moli. Things starting to become stable. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Gather soon Peeps~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2400069199497664296?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2400069199497664296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2400069199497664296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2400069199497664296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2400069199497664296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/11/nabei.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4512027116846916054</id><published>2008-11-20T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:59:58.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jialat. got a mac, but dunno how to use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4512027116846916054?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4512027116846916054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>as of 23rd Oct 2008, I unofficially hold a bachelor's degree in Business Administration from the University of Canberra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my 2 years of hard work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-53762972671070029?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/53762972671070029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=53762972671070029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/53762972671070029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/53762972671070029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-of-23rd-oct-2008-i-unofficially-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4814145099474296385</id><published>2008-08-12T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:48:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everybody needs to face some serious decision making that's gonna change their future one day. well. to me, this crossroad that i will be facing is coming really soon. in 2 months, if everything's ok and fine.. i'll be graduating, with my bachelor's degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, time to step out of my comfort job of technical support and really go all out to pursue the career i wanna be in. the actual problem is i dunno where and wat i'm gonna do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends from local unis will get ppl from different organisations to go to their sch in recruitment drives and they will tentatively get a secured job that comes with a promising future even before they graduate. that's the difference sometimes, between studying part time and full time.. u get all the attention u wan in full time schoolings.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the economic outlook for this year and next year dun look good, well it'll den become quite difficult to leave a job rite now and look for a new one. if i'm really gonna start pursuing my career, it'll mean i need to focus 100% on the prospective new job that I'm gonna be in... hai.... stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do... so many decisions to make... so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Guys, FYI... Jigu's back. I'm suddenly thinking of planning an OMFC chalet. Will keep u guys posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4814145099474296385?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4814145099474296385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4814145099474296385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4814145099474296385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4814145099474296385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/08/everybody-needs-to-face-some-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3055475506663644228</id><published>2008-07-27T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:51:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I did something no one would expect me to do. I went for a pedicure session.. not trying to be gay here.. just trying to lead a metrosexual way of life! wooOoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3055475506663644228?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3055475506663644228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3055475506663644228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3055475506663644228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3055475506663644228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-did-something-no-one-would.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-8437131367140342491</id><published>2008-07-20T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:51:48.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Genting. Havent been there for the last 12 years! Goodness, how time flies, the last time I was there was when I 11 years old. The weather is still v much the same, occasional clouds within me everywhere, temperature ranging from 15 to 25 degress. This time I'm old enough to visit the Casino. 1st time though. It's fuckin smoky, seemed like the entire world's smokers gather there while gambling, made my nose bleed like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost $ like fuck. But kinda enjoyed myself like fuck too! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-8437131367140342491?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/8437131367140342491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=8437131367140342491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8437131367140342491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8437131367140342491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-genting.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4015318218096674124</id><published>2008-07-01T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:57:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all these months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the thoughts of giving up, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i still hanging on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4015318218096674124?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4015318218096674124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4015318218096674124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4015318218096674124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4015318218096674124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-all-these-months.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-7250966520369817968</id><published>2008-06-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:17:11.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post Breakup tips and tricks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this short article online, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The void your ex-girlfriend has left in your life may make you feel like your life is over. And truth be told, you may not have realized just how much time she occupied. Fortunately, as a man, there is a world of activity, promise and opportunity out there to occupy your time in the absence of a steady relationship. No matter the level of dejection or how much time you need to fill, life is ready to remind you just how much you enjoy being a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-7250966520369817968?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/7250966520369817968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=7250966520369817968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7250966520369817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7250966520369817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-breakup-tips-and-tricks.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-9169741169674009442</id><published>2008-06-20T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:40:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A really old song.. But not too long kinda.... somewhere in the middle.. But it's really nice for the heartbroken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XadUIU9z-zc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XadUIU9z-zc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Misery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry myself to sleep again tonight &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cannot hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see you again tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;To take all this sorrow, sorrow &lt;br /&gt;I'm hollow &lt;br /&gt;When I touch you &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it &lt;br /&gt;When I need you &lt;br /&gt;Can you give it &lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Can you see me &lt;br /&gt;When I fall, fall &lt;br /&gt;Will you catch me, catch me, catch me &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;Misery is what I feel &lt;br /&gt;When you're not around &lt;br /&gt;So I can't heal&lt;br /&gt;Misery is what I feel &lt;br /&gt;Is what I feel [Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;These tears on my face &lt;br /&gt;Are for you &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you &lt;br /&gt;Touch you, feel you &lt;br /&gt;My heart is bleeding Can't you see &lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could hold me &lt;br /&gt;Touch me, feel me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-9169741169674009442?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/9169741169674009442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=9169741169674009442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9169741169674009442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9169741169674009442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-old-song.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4446246780012900224</id><published>2008-06-04T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:17:23.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. my last post was 15th Apr. I hope I saw it wrongly. But if that really happens, it only shows one thing.. time really flies. It's beginning of June already. I really wonder how to hell i made 6 months fly past beside me like that. Yes, it's exams period again, need to fuckin' start my mugging and hope I can pass. And look forward to my last 2 killer modules! SM and MM&amp;P. Yes. Crazy like sex and maniacs but in fact it meants strategic management. The other topic, nothing to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. 6 months really fly past me like a lanching rocket. Havent been doing anything except working, studying and J-ing. Spent most of my time with her that things have become a habit. A bad habit i guess. After the day where she did something which betrayed me, things kinda changed. Well i dunno how to explain, but things have changed. I really hope I can go back to my normal life real soon. realllly soon. I really miss the life where I live for myself, buy things for myself, be alone. hang out with whoever i like to hang out with. the feeling of no committment. Well i know i can really love a girl. but i understand and know very much now that the current one i'm with is not the one anymore. People are selfish, yes. And it sucked to have a lover that is selfish. Well, but i'm quite stupid, whatever she does, i still kinda care for her.. as much as she like to disappoint me. I always try my best not to do do the same to her. Well i never disappoint people, right? Ha. Well... I guess life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go and relax, find an escape, somewhere far, someone not sg or m'sia. somewhere where i can see ppl, meet new ppl, see new things, learn new stuff. Work has really become rather stagnant, yes i'm searching for jobs. but i dunno wat kinda jobs would be good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so many things to settle, so little time, so little cash. Time flies, I'm getting older. Fuck... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add. It's true, when you are in love, u dun care about alot of things, keep eating with ur loved one. Finding good eating spots, restaurants, all u can eat buffets. Well now ur out of love, u'll feel like a fishball.. weak, fat, bellish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. And yes. This friday let's sing some songs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4446246780012900224?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4446246780012900224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4446246780012900224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4446246780012900224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4446246780012900224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4089549117559778827</id><published>2008-03-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:41:38.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;74 words&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Speed&lt;/a&gt; test&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAhah! I type 74 words per min. Quite an amazing feat. I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4089549117559778827?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4089549117559778827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4089549117559778827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4089549117559778827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4089549117559778827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/03/74-words-speed-test-hahah-i-type-74.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-1301510629648730830</id><published>2008-03-18T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:16:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some kool song.. @ least that describes any broken hearted poor soul's mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it die and get out of my mind. We don't see eye to eye, Or hear ear to ear. The saddest part of a broken heart, Isn't the ending so much as the start.It was hard to tell just how I felt. To not recognize myself - I started to fade away. And after all it won't take long to fall in love. Now I know what I don't want I learned that with you. The saddest part of a broken heart, Isn't the ending so much as the start.The tragedy starts from the very first spark. Losing your mind for the sake of your heart. The saddest part of a broken heart, Isn't the ending so much as the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Die - Feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are kinda good. just that i dun understand y sometimes ppl wanna sing like that. rather outrageous. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-1301510629648730830?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/1301510629648730830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=1301510629648730830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1301510629648730830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1301510629648730830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-kool-song.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3615283618901280447</id><published>2008-03-16T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:58:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a couple of weeks since i last blogged. some of u may think i'm fine. but here's the bad news..i'm back to that hole which i have been trying to climb out months ago. sometimes i feel that i'm really stupid to have fallen deeper into this hole just when i was about to climb out. the deeper the fall. the greater the struggle to climb out. the greater the struggle, the easier u'll fall deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. i'm struggling like mad. my mind is full of her again. watever i do i think of her. living my life just to see her smile. but she just couldn't accept it. she couldn't give up her current bf. that's so discouraging to hear sometimes. she makes me, then breaks me. she wants to meet me. i arranged everything, always looking forward to seeing her, den she backed off @ the last min. i dunno whether i shud b angry, sad, disappointed or watever shit. but it just sucked to have the feeling that u are being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i fall deeper is because i always put other's before me. think of her first before myself. well, wat the fuck did i get in return? i guess this is just something that i get out of being nice. maybe i shouldn't be such a nice person anymore... at least to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no use being angry. i guess my mates, bros, close friends have all given my their piece of advice. i guess it's really up to me, in the end, to do what i should do. it'll be difficult. it's always not easy to do. but i guess i really have to concentrate on forgetting miss mo li for the sake of myself. for the sake of not making myself so low, so without pride, so empty, so sad, so jibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feel like screaming now. but to do that. i'll wake up the entire neighbourhood... see... in the end i'm still a nice guy, putting other's before me... jibai........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3615283618901280447?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3615283618901280447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3615283618901280447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3615283618901280447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3615283618901280447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-couple-of-weeks-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-6815307807298075581</id><published>2008-03-01T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:03:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to vivo with a new friend i just met recently. she gave me 2 thoughts which i tot was rather meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 4 ppl you meet in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Someone that loves to the most,&lt;br /&gt;Someone you love the most&lt;br /&gt;A balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I would think that I'm at part 3 now. I hope the balance will come soon. HAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd thing she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the feeling you get out of loving someone is pain... Then you will not be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knn. Well. she's someone that's gonna get married soon. went thru her fair share of scandals, heartbreaks and love. Ha. I told her the story between me and mo li. It's like a normal thing in her life. It feels kinda strange though. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knn. how strange? wo gen ni jiang... i also dunno how strange. But wat i'm pretty sure now. is i wanna fucking pang sai......... cheerios dudex...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-6815307807298075581?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/6815307807298075581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=6815307807298075581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6815307807298075581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6815307807298075581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/03/went-to-vivo-with-new-friend-i-just-met.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2516408228271667736</id><published>2008-02-18T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:40:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na BuUAaAAAaAY jiiiibAiiii!!</title><content type='html'>this evening @ around 8pm. suddenly feel like grabbing some dumb bells and do some bicep curl. knn. so i went to the box where i keep my dusty dumb bells. knn nabei jibai bastard.... dunno whose the last fuckin' person that use the dumb bell never screw properly. nabeizzzzzzzzzzz... one fuckin 5kg weight landed straight on my fuckin right foot. wo gen ni jiang... the feeling is..... the feeling is wo gen ni jiang...... if you are the one that's @ my postition u'll knoe one wo gen ni jiang.... it's fuckin pain. but nevertheless.. i bore(bear opposite) with the fuckin pain and grab the dumb bell to the living room and do my sets. do... do... do... force a little.... use shoulder to help lift the weight a little..... swing a little.... use left hand to spot right hand a little... armpit finally 酸 aka suan(1) a little. means got sweat.. therefore got work my biceps a little. as always.... i don't have much motivation to continue up to 6-7 sets.. i stopped @ my usual 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i walk around the house trying to cool down. wa. suddenly got feel. go feel to go running. immediately change to my shorts and singlet. wear my socks and shoes. and went to jog. jibai... fuckin' long never jog + warmup. abit abit 就 tired already. but continue to run... and dun think of anything. just focus on my nxt 20 steps... 30 steps..... finally i sweat like mad. but heng the weather sibe cool and wind blow on my face. but still sweat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i sweat like mad.. i'll use my fingers... starting from my index finger... to go across my forehead... collect all the sweat on that index finger and dump em to the ground. well.. all i can say is the feeling rocks. coz it's water that's coming out from ur own body. well.. i was tired... but i still wanna dump my sweat. it was @ this stupid moment when i dump my sweat... one auntie walk pass (i didn't notice.. but to say i didn't notice... is fake). well so i act never notice.. and i sweep my sweat onto the auntie. wa. knn. the auntie went " Na BuUAaAAAaAY jiiiibAiiii!!...*)(*#)(&lt;a href="mailto:*#@(*$"&gt;*#HKAEEH(*#)*#(*$&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;@^#*@#.... ..... the way she scold. i quickly run away.. but as i run i lufff.... and the more i try not to luff... the greater i luffed.... and so on. so i stomach pain. and stopped running....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. @ least i ran..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2516408228271667736?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2516408228271667736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2516408228271667736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2516408228271667736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2516408228271667736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/02/na-buuaaaaaaay-jiiiibaiiii.html' title='Na BuUAaAAAaAY jiiiibAiiii!!'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4510891984230328201</id><published>2008-02-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:02:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across this pic. suddenly think of yankit. i need not explain furthur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7l7aI5IRTI/AAAAAAAAADY/RF4WWkDip24/s1600-h/buru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168297736378271026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7l7aI5IRTI/AAAAAAAAADY/RF4WWkDip24/s320/buru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9150346-4510891984230328201?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4510891984230328201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4510891984230328201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4510891984230328201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4510891984230328201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-came-across-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7l7aI5IRTI/AAAAAAAAADY/RF4WWkDip24/s72-c/buru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5582713569593205783</id><published>2008-02-16T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:48:27.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After seeing Yankit’s blog. I realize I can do something similar. After all the things that has happened…… I’ll give my mates my version. Here goes...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟你讲。。。。 咳。。….. 如果能够。。。 如果能够跟她在一起的话。。。 我跟你讲。。。。 我就跟你讲。 真的。。。 我跟你讲。如果。。。 如果的话。。。 如果能够的话我跟你讲。。。。 这种东西。。可以在一起的话。。 我跟你讲。。。。 nin nah beh+pinoy+Baharon Phool 咯我跟你讲。。。 就是这样jing jing kut 又kut chut kut chut 咯我跟你讲。。。。 我真的真得跟你讲。Hai… 讲了这么多。。。 你们知道我在说设么吗？不知道？？？ 那么我又要在work harder to 跟你们讲了我跟你讲。。。。。。。 如果的话我跟你讲。。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5582713569593205783?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5582713569593205783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5582713569593205783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5582713569593205783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5582713569593205783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-seeing-yankits-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3494194145089929665</id><published>2008-02-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:32:38.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>realised that being angry wouldn't help things. ignoring and be angry will not do anyone anygood. learn to forgive and forget and get on with life ba......... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3494194145089929665?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3494194145089929665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3494194145089929665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3494194145089929665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3494194145089929665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/02/realised-that-being-angry-wouldnt-help.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-8540804978236919092</id><published>2008-02-02T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:46:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness... jude finally reopen his blog. Finally can get some updates about his life. There's one part of his latest blog that hit me hard i guess. He said something like &lt;em&gt;"the posts is no longer funny like last time..i see my frends facing all sorts of problems..be it academically... physically... emotionally.. financially... sexually(haha)... etc..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows the transition. The transition from secondary school days where we dun give a fuck about anything but enjoying each other's company to now, when we face the real fuckin' working world, facing the real fuckin' reality. This make me really wanna go back to sec life.. fuckit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are always funny with the mates from OMFC around... This time, we went KTV-ing with Ben, jude, Grace, Avril, Nose-stud. Well.. it's was fun singing with strangers, we are able to work hard on our voices... making sure the sound we produce onto the mic is the best one we could(well except Ben, always offtune anytime. Where you least expected it) HAhahhahaha! Knn. There was this part whereby we searched for our favorite song Bei Pan using the "Song Pinyin" We need to type the song's initials(ie: Bei Pan, we'll hit B then P to get e songs). JIBAI&gt;.... the result that fuckin' returned are Pinoy and Coconut Type(If you translate, you'll prolly knoe wat i'm talking abt. Sorry fer those that dunno) songs. Knn it's damn funny, the titles... hahahahha.... It was @ tis time when we are luffing. That fuckin' jude Jibai jude go and fart. Heng he's fart @ that time wasn't really smelly... but still got the after-drinking-alot-of-milk-and-protein kinda smell. jibai. that's prolly the only way to describe the fuckin' smell. Heng i see his actions, the one whereby he's waving his hands from side to side to disperse the fart faster. I quickly SIAM! and i asked jude "eh jibai, ni fang pi ar..." KNN! It was real.... so me and jude luff louder and louder. Knn i luff till i stomach pain, the feeling was as though i've just completed 100 situps. But the main thing is BEN! He FUCKIN' DIDN't KNOE WAT THE FUCK HAPPEN. hahhhahhaha! but he see us laugh till like that. He kinda pushed up he's luffiing level to match ours, without knoeing wat happened. This is some funny shit man! And to me and jude, it's even funnier, and we luffed even louder. Finally he realised something was wrong, because he finally cooled down but we continued luffing. Heng is smart and came to ask us "Ni men zai xiao she me" ahahahhaha. Fuck. Finally told him.... den he got the wanna act tulan cannot tulan wanna luff but cannot luff kinda face.. hahhhahaha. jibeh. Ben. The wonangx in OMFC. But a true friend to make fun of. We all know that. Steady in front of everyone. But no in front of the OMs.. That's where OMFC comes from rite? By knowing ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-8540804978236919092?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/8540804978236919092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=8540804978236919092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8540804978236919092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8540804978236919092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2775142898841380344</id><published>2008-01-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:29:37.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly thought of something stupid.. but fun... Just now @ cwp. Bryan's friend asked whether I was 18 years old. Goodness... sometimes it can be really misleading if a 23 year old me force myself into an NJC PE t-shirt to give people the impression that I'm 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can mislead ppl.... I'm thinking of planning a gate crashing session to the JCs with my mates. We'll wear our sec sch uniforms.... hohohohohoh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme plan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2775142898841380344?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2775142898841380344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2775142898841380344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2775142898841380344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2775142898841380344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-suddenly-thought-of-something-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4432817020547540798</id><published>2008-01-23T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:22:44.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally. after months of procrastination.... I hit the gym... 2 times in 2 weeks. All the memories of 2 years ago came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the feeling of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggling like mad, ur friends encouraging u to the that fuckin' extra rep even when u have maxed out ur fuckin muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling that extra 500 metres even when we agreed to stop 2 500 metres ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxing ur physical self so much so that it's a struggle to walk from the gym to causeway point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making sure that taking ur clothes off. shampooing ur hair. soaping ur body. and raising ur arm beyond ur shoulders became a difficult thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouting all the vulgarities u knoe just to lift up that weight. just that this time things are a little different from years ago. Ren would go "I love my job... I love my job.. I love my job" then, he'll talk to that impossible weight "u fuckin' shit, y u so light?????" and the last struggle went like "chi pink chi pink chi pink chi pink chi pink chi pink chi pink...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. gym certainly is fun. need to work hard. work hard to continue doing this till the day i see myself in the mirror and am proud of it...... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4432817020547540798?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4432817020547540798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4432817020547540798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4432817020547540798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4432817020547540798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-565493597081790986</id><published>2008-01-21T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:55:06.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to give up or not to give up?&lt;br /&gt;to move on or not to move on?&lt;br /&gt;will i or will i not regret?&lt;br /&gt;will she be better off without me?&lt;br /&gt;will i be better off without her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, questions... and more questions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-565493597081790986?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/565493597081790986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=565493597081790986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/565493597081790986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/565493597081790986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-give-up-or-not-to-give-up-to-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-85847061288378249</id><published>2008-01-04T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:46:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months later....</title><content type='html'>how time flies. it's the beginning of 2008 already. it feels to me that 2007 just flashed past me like a train that's not making a stop at my station. a slight wind that flashed past me and that's it. a shooting star that wizzed past me without me realising. that's how fast 2007 passed by. it went by pretty quickly, @ least for the first 3 quarters of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back @ 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple, i was just as happy as i am, working, studying, wookie-ing, hanging out with my mates. soon, i got quite tired of my miserable pay as an engineer in my old company and finally decided to quit my job and find a new workplace that pays me better. i found that job. pays quite well, but was abit boring cause i thought it was quite brainless. hmm.. @ least i could concentrate on my studies for abit. i made many new friends, got closer with my school mates @ canberra, started hanging out with them, enjoying a totally new social circle. i learnt to sing. travelled to thailand to celebrate their new year. got to know some thai friends and enjoyed my time with them, learning their culture and way of life over there. went to kl for wookie anniversary trip. learnt that there are really nice j.co donuts over there which singapore don't franchise(for now i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was the last quarter of my life that slowed it down abit. or rather, a great deal. i met miss simple-yet-complicated. well it started @ the end of oct. i started having feelings for her. i started liking her. i knew she's attached, but i continued to like her. finally in nov, i confessed to her. well she didn't knoe wat to do @ first, but in the end we ended up liking each other. we knew it wasn't right, we promised to keep a distance from each other, but always ended up closer together after. we studied together. shopped together. gave each other little notes of love and care. did many things together. hung out with each other till the early hours of the morning before finally going home. listen to each other's whining and how our day has gone. caring for each other. then we tried our best to piss each other off. hurt one another. ignore each other. play stupid and tiring mind games with each other. in the end she realised she love her bf too much to leave him, to give him up. that's how she made me cry - because we can't be together. she made me think. she made me know what's love. and she showed me how love hurts. she made me, breaks me, took me to heaven and showed me hell. i guess that's life ya? it's ironic. i wanna give up. i really want. i'll try. but i guess it takes time. i can only learn to hate her to ferget her. so my parting words for miss simple-yet-complicated which i hopefully won't use it... u can rot in hell for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was 2007. simple, with a bit of complications. i learnt that the people around me care for me. made me think that i'm a blessed boy with friends that really care fer me. today's my birthday. just wanna look back abit @ 2007 before hanging out with my mates who will be celebrating my day with me. thank god fer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, life goes on. people move on. let's welcome 2008 with open arms. a new year with new hope. new love. a new beginning for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-85847061288378249?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/85847061288378249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=85847061288378249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/85847061288378249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/85847061288378249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-months-later.html' title='2 months later....'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-7615858076171535089</id><published>2007-11-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:23:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end, she said she love her boyfriend too much to give him up. I'm so sad and dissappointed. I cannot sleep, my heart is in pain, hai........................................ My father in heaven.. please help me and bless me to get over this pain. - Amen -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-7615858076171535089?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/7615858076171535089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=7615858076171535089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7615858076171535089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7615858076171535089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-end-she-said-she-love-her-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-6936760958357552461</id><published>2007-11-18T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:48:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>张信哲--太想爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慌乱城市中&lt;br /&gt;连风都不自由&lt;br /&gt;热闹的街头&lt;br /&gt;就属我最寂寞&lt;br /&gt;是爱的蛊惑&lt;br /&gt;让我又兴起贪求的念头&lt;br /&gt;有多爱我&lt;br /&gt;够不够久&lt;br /&gt;会不会走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;藏在柔顺背后&lt;br /&gt;你忠於自我&lt;br /&gt;情爱里游走&lt;br /&gt;从不曾见你低头&lt;br /&gt;我却常犯错&lt;br /&gt;像一个太忙太累太傻的陀螺&lt;br /&gt;转个不休&lt;br /&gt;只放不收&lt;br /&gt;停不了手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;太想爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我压抑不了的念头&lt;br /&gt;想要全面占领你的喜怒哀愁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;你已征服了我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;却还不属於我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫我如何不去猜测你在想什麽&lt;br /&gt;太想爱你是我压抑不了的折磨&lt;br /&gt;能否请你不要不要选择闪躲&lt;br /&gt;只想爱你的我太想爱你的我&lt;br /&gt;难道只能在迷雾中猜你的轮廓&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-6936760958357552461?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/6936760958357552461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=6936760958357552461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6936760958357552461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6936760958357552461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4225131314661926303</id><published>2007-11-18T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:38:32.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hated it when u say i'm not serious....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4225131314661926303?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4225131314661926303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4225131314661926303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4225131314661926303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4225131314661926303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/hated-it-when-u-say-im-not-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2516177576643278753</id><published>2007-11-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:01:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16th - 17th Nov 2007.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 days mark an important day in my life. It's the day i confessed my feelings and emotions to a girl i like and it's the day she told me to try not to like her. It's the day I cried my heart out, when will it be the day i give up. I'm pretty sad, heartbroken, melancholic and everything sad.. I thought we will be really happy together -- She thought otherwise.. I wanted to spend my time loving her, live for her, care for her, worry for her.. but she told me to find someone else. That's y i'm sad... like fuckin' sad.... Man... I can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna elaborate furthur. Coz i think this will go on and on... i'm not weak. fuckit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2516177576643278753?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2516177576643278753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2516177576643278753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2516177576643278753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2516177576643278753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/16th-17th-nov-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-1615974531771717473</id><published>2007-11-12T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:40:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when my sms-es dun get replied.&lt;br /&gt;-Fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-1615974531771717473?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/1615974531771717473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=1615974531771717473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1615974531771717473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1615974531771717473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-it-when-my-sms-es-dun-get.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2096420559366588137</id><published>2007-11-10T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:46:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already middle of nightime, and i'm still awake. Waitin for my IPOD to finish its updating... prolly can use this time to type in some entries. But just as i'm using abit of my brain to think of what to write, it's sending the wrong signals - instead of signalling me to think, it's signalling my eyes to go heavier.. well .. that's it for now, i gonna sleep...x...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2096420559366588137?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2096420559366588137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2096420559366588137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2096420559366588137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2096420559366588137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-already-middle-of-nightime-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-6170655480548901663</id><published>2007-11-04T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:55:44.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it sucks when you forgot your towel when bathing... That's what happened to me today, I had to shake myself dry for like 15 mins... jumping up and down and shaking my body as vigorously as possible... hahaha... stupid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-6170655480548901663?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/6170655480548901663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=6170655480548901663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6170655480548901663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6170655480548901663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-it-sucks-when-you-forgot-your.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-1538916211037467309</id><published>2007-11-02T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:06:27.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels really fucked up to be jealous....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-1538916211037467309?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/1538916211037467309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=1538916211037467309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1538916211037467309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1538916211037467309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-feels-really-fucked-up-to-be-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-6181376407347367440</id><published>2007-10-27T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:02:24.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/RyIa_LH-hoI/AAAAAAAAACw/TIVDhEWofNM/s1600-h/kyedited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125688998521374338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/RyIa_LH-hoI/AAAAAAAAACw/TIVDhEWofNM/s320/kyedited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Was browsing my photo archives just now. I just thought this was the best makeover done by my friends on another friend. I thought this Gandulf makeover is a masterpiece. HAHHAHhahahhHhahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-6181376407347367440?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/6181376407347367440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=6181376407347367440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6181376407347367440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/6181376407347367440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/10/was-browsing-my-photo-archives-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/RyIa_LH-hoI/AAAAAAAAACw/TIVDhEWofNM/s72-c/kyedited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5911618431514710534</id><published>2007-10-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:06:07.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to learn to forget... forget about ruining someone else's relationship of 6 years.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5911618431514710534?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5911618431514710534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5911618431514710534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5911618431514710534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5911618431514710534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-to-learn-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-7358666239485855642</id><published>2007-10-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:49:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More or less settled down with my new job. It's boring and dead, and I felt like dying and unmotivated most of the time.. But all these would be offsetted towards the end of every month when I receive my remuneration. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick recently, probably due to overeating.. Vomitted, fever, flu, cough, weak body and stuff for a week.. Need to quickly rest myself well before the start of next week.... A note to myself - i'm happy, well i dun have everything I want, but i'm rather happy with the things i got now.. Well... just one more thing i need... would like to have.... dun mind having... or is it something  i need badly? Will it be just like what i thought i needed then...  but didn't really need it now.... hai... that can of green tea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-7358666239485855642?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/7358666239485855642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=7358666239485855642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7358666239485855642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/7358666239485855642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-or-less-settled-down-with-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-678508324437993257</id><published>2007-09-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:25:58.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo my last update was in the 15th of July. Quick updates with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally quitted by job.. The decision was made after months of thinking, lost my chance to promote but nevertheless I'm looking forward to my new workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'll probably miss from my current job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The ever pleasant and clean toilets in the airport, where most of my shit for this year and the one before were let out..&lt;br /&gt;-Cheap, good, nice airport canteen food. I'll be missing the very nice Ayam Penyet, Fish Soap, Lemon Chicken, Chap Chai Peng.&lt;br /&gt;-Transit Area, Cabin Crew, Apron Area, Aeroplanes, Wang Jiao Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-My colleagues that have been so nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;-$2.50 Nasi Bryani from ALH..&lt;br /&gt;-Staff discounts&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate Sale, Warehouse sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'll be happy missing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every stucked up captains i've met or serviced in the airport&lt;br /&gt;-The traffic jams along the expressways every morning on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin forward to new environment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-678508324437993257?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/678508324437993257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=678508324437993257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/678508324437993257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/678508324437993257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/09/wooo-my-last-update-was-in-15th-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5910380522802811203</id><published>2007-07-15T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:23:52.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent posted any entries for around a month already.. Life still goes on, nothing great happening.. Work, School, Wookie.... That's about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly for work --&gt; converted to perm recently, but nothing much, still doing the same things, more work same pay.. that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School --&gt; Well, quite happy got good results for exams.. need to continue to work hard to 'keep it there...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wookie --&gt; Not doing well, few customers, even fewer happy customers, profit margin getting lower, more competition, losing competitive edge(and no partners seem to give a damn..), well, including me... received a complain from my most recent deal... shit... Hai~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** sometimes just feel like turning off my phone and isolating myself away from this world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5910380522802811203?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5910380522802811203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5910380522802811203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5910380522802811203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5910380522802811203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/07/havent-posted-any-entries-for-around.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-1833033299876636062</id><published>2007-06-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:51:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你微笑但是旁边的人不是我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-1833033299876636062?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/1833033299876636062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=1833033299876636062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1833033299876636062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/1833033299876636062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-8264129570948835667</id><published>2007-04-19T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:27:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I desperately need some chomosomes.. the y kind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-8264129570948835667?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/8264129570948835667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=8264129570948835667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8264129570948835667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8264129570948835667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-desperately-need-some-chomosomes.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-4353071380108086411</id><published>2007-04-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:36:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did some housekeeping today. Deleted some 500 emails on mailbox, some dated to 2002. hahahhaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-4353071380108086411?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/4353071380108086411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=4353071380108086411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4353071380108086411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/4353071380108086411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-some-housekeeping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5018916615052752075</id><published>2007-04-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:49:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Find my way, trying my best to love.. Pressured by friends and family to find myself some love.. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5018916615052752075?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5018916615052752075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5018916615052752075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5018916615052752075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5018916615052752075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/04/find-my-way-trying-my-best-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2025859691483309292</id><published>2007-03-28T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:55:44.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over.. Suddenly I'm able to heave a huge sigh of relieve, @ least the next exam won't start until end june.. Well Econs and Marketing isn't too hard a paper, maybe  because the exam setters didn't want too many of us to break down in the middle of the examinations or quitting sch soon after realising they have failed the paper. Well @ least for now.. I can chill abit... relax abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised it's 1am, and it's a weekday, I still need to report to work tomorrow. Which means that I only have 5 hrs left of sleep remaining. Die liao die liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2025859691483309292?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2025859691483309292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2025859691483309292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2025859691483309292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2025859691483309292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2634877271116135106</id><published>2007-03-23T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:36:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's very difficult to choose between being an honest guy and being a liar. Well they say honesty is the best policy, well is it? Will telling the truth be the best policy? HahahHAhahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with this pri sch friend of mine(she happened to be a female btw) when she started this topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PriSch Friend: Am I pretty...? (smiling....)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Dumbfounded for about 5secs..)Erm..... (Well honesty is the best policy..!!) I don't want to hurt, but I don't wanna lie either.....&lt;br /&gt;PriSch Friend: Bye Bye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life ironic @ times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2634877271116135106?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2634877271116135106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2634877271116135106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2634877271116135106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2634877271116135106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-its-very-difficult-to-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-8631963336935669148</id><published>2007-03-17T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:07:13.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told my friends that I look like Mr Frank Lampard... everyone laughed... hahahahha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-8631963336935669148?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/8631963336935669148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=8631963336935669148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8631963336935669148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8631963336935669148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-told-my-friends-that-i-look-like-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-9085173110336839645</id><published>2007-03-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:33:24.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i know y the old time fellas in my current workplace refuse to leave despite threats and oppurtunities to promote or join a better project with better prospects. They are all landing heavy paychecks @ the end of every month but they are not contributing to this account. The jobs are all done by low paying, long hour fuckups like us. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 things i can do regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Join them, be part of them&lt;br /&gt;2. Quit my fuckin' job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat's my decision gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fuck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-9085173110336839645?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/9085173110336839645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=9085173110336839645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9085173110336839645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/9085173110336839645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-i-know-y-old-time-fellas-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5754043002267211161</id><published>2007-03-09T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:23:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life for the past 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Work + Classes @ nite&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Work + Classes @ nite&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Work + American Idol @ 8pm and Heroes @ 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Work + American Idol @ 8pm + studies and revision&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Work + Chill @ Town with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Study&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Maybe a short session of soccer and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it last? Or rather, how long will i last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5754043002267211161?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5754043002267211161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5754043002267211161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5754043002267211161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5754043002267211161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-life-for-past-3-months.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-8684608033951814665</id><published>2007-03-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:45:53.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network Team, please let me off!!</title><content type='html'>Man.. this week has been my busiest week this entire year! Calls bringing me back from my dreams in the wee hours of the morning, never ending work, never ending deadlines, never ending studies! It's so glad that my network support duties will end this fuckin' week, @ least rite now i'm able to concentrate abit more on my studies. The freakin exams are arnd the corner again! FUCK THIS FUCKIN' WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the only thing that paid off this week is that I received my first complement letter from one of the SIA customers. Hmm.. maybe another wonderful thing that happened this week is Man United securing all 3 points @ Anfield over the weekend. Other than that, I dun wanna remember anything else i experienced this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... a feeling of a passing infatuation has come around me again. Friends are asking me not only to give others a chance, but also give myself a chance, to find someone i think i'm gonna like and try out a relationship. Well on one hand i feel and think that i must give myself a chance to try out a new relationship, but on the other hand the thought of all the committments and effort that i'm gonna put into a relationship is tiring.. Hai~ May GOD help me. Amen.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-8684608033951814665?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/8684608033951814665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=8684608033951814665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8684608033951814665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/8684608033951814665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/03/network-team-please-let-me-off.html' title='Network Team, please let me off!!'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-5411055325251983238</id><published>2007-02-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:14:38.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hMM... @ a turn of an eye, another year has passed, it's Chinese  New Year period again. But I didn't think i'll enjoy any bit of this new year. Maybe I should state the reasons out so that some point in time later I can look back into this part of my life and hopefully derive something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there are news that the current company that I'm working for isn't doing particularly well. I'm not allowed to say the  name of the company  because it'll  be sensitive and i may get into trouble, but that ain't the point anyway, the main focus of this paragraph is that i may be out of job  soon! Everytime I check for updates with other projects handled my company, i will hear dissappointing news. News like the contract wasn't renewed, the contract was cancelled due to a breach of term were common. Others are saying that my company is experiencing a 'forest fire' whereby those that are able to fly, like the birds, those that are able to run, like the deers have fled. The others staying behind will die a slow death. So... i guess it's time i start flying from this forest fire soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I think I'm getting fat! Very likely due to overeating and lesser exercising. As I'm typing this journal entry rite now, I can see the layers of fat around my tummy area. And this layer of fat is causing me with alot of difficulty when i try to reach for that little piece of paper they had flown onto the floor earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Wookie's not doing really well.. Sales for this year for me has been $0 all the way. Customers are either delaying their decisions or cancelling their orders. This cannot go on and i must really do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I'm getting poorer  by the days. Pay's still the same but expenditure has increased. I got sch fees and insurance to worry about on top of my everyday life expenditures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, haven't  been in contact with my  brothers since the beginning of this year, they are either stuck in army or busy with their gfs. Well i wanna get one too, but it's kinda diff to find the time to committ since i'm already so freaking busy with work, wookie and studies. Flings ain't that interesting and exciting as they were before now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, studies has become more difficult, more projects, more new topics, less time to study and worse still... exams are around the corner(again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hope this stress will  b over soon so that i can concentrate on new, more complicated things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-5411055325251983238?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/5411055325251983238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=5411055325251983238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5411055325251983238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/5411055325251983238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3189978111286627051</id><published>2007-01-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:41:28.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. finally the first month of this year is about to end. I kinda struggled abit financially since week 2 of Jan! Accumulated insurance premiums, handphone bills, internet bills, school fees, transport. But I was quite fortunate to have a sister to subsidise some of my debts, thank GOD for that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan has been a month of non-stop studying, beginning of a new semester and everything; i gotta expose myself to 2 fresh topics in Economics and Marketing. They are tough as hell!!! Well @ least for an Engineering ass in me. Make up and intensive classes every weekend, projects coming up and everything. It seemed to me that working and studying has taken up most of my time. Maybe that's wat we call oppurtunity costs(abit of econs) whereby u need to give up something for another. Giving up leisure time for studying. Hm... let's hope that Feb is a better month for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and may wookie prosper even more this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3189978111286627051?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3189978111286627051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3189978111286627051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3189978111286627051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3189978111286627051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-2115773463003624122</id><published>2007-01-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:18:49.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god! the girl that i tot i loved all these while has become so punkish and ugly. hm.. happy that i've broken up with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-2115773463003624122?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/2115773463003624122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=2115773463003624122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2115773463003624122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/2115773463003624122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-god-girl-that-i-tot-i-loved-all.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-3978513517410812480</id><published>2007-01-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:21:23.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of leave. End of Holidays. End of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of work. Start of school. Start of another year. But will there be another trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-3978513517410812480?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/3978513517410812480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=3978513517410812480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3978513517410812480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/3978513517410812480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-116260391859652448</id><published>2006-11-04T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:31:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my own room, listening to my favourite Ipod, cool environment, all the food and drinks I want are within reach. Best place and atmosphere to continue my essay.!! WOooOooT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-116260391859652448?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/116260391859652448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=116260391859652448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116260391859652448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116260391859652448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-my-own-room-listening-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-116211825940088764</id><published>2006-10-29T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:58:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In order for you to score in ur essays, I need you are to start your essay with an impact! You need to capture my attention from start, I dun care what the hell the body of the essay contain, I just need you to start with an impact and end with that x-factor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this message, till now.. 3 weeks after the project is given to me... I'm still finding that inspiration to start my essay. While looking for that inspiration, let me just update abit on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing, busy as ever, stressed out over work, wookie and studies. Have been having constant headaches recently. Untill last week, my headaches are stress kinda subside abit, probably because of the DeepaRaya break. Many users are on leave therefore cases are little, I can concentrate and relax more during these days at work. The library has kinda been a place i frequently visit these days, need to get all the information I need for my essay. Haven't KTV-ed for quite sometime. The only entertainment I can afford to enjoy is catching EPL every weekend, Manchester United haven't disappointed me, they are doing really good and I'm feeling really happy for them. Then there's the Sunday soccer where I meet and touch up with my pals. hMm.. I guess this will go on for quite some time, maybe 2 years!! HAhaha! The only real thing to look for is the upcoming trip to Thailand with my family. The air tickets are quite expensive though, $350 - freakin expensive.! But nvm, as long as I can enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Back to finding that inspiration ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-116211825940088764?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/116211825940088764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=116211825940088764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116211825940088764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116211825940088764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-order-for-you-to-score-in-ur-essays.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-116117552108776844</id><published>2006-10-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:45:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo, the new Zhou Jie Lun album rocks man! Well, which of his albums don't? ahaha it's really nice to blast his songs while typing this journal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-116117552108776844?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/116117552108776844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=116117552108776844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116117552108776844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116117552108776844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/10/woo-new-zhou-jie-lun-album-rocks-man.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-116117544212256577</id><published>2006-10-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:44:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since i last blogged, the minutes and seconds of everyday has subconsiously become inevitably important to me. I've started my part time studies, work is piling up, wookie's getting busier too! I really need to manage my time really well, juggling between these 3 core duties of my life currently is really a chore~  But if i look @ the brighter side of life, which i always do, i'm not wasting any of my valuable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are coming in, exams are coming in, more deals are coming in, more projects are rolling in. wOOOooooOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-116117544212256577?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/116117544212256577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=116117544212256577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116117544212256577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/116117544212256577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-quite-some-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115910715925816118</id><published>2006-09-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:12:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I damn fuckin utterly pissed/disappointed with myself rite now. The recent printing i lost money again!!! This time it's a loss of $337. FUCKin KANINA JIBAI! Fuck the monointake fuckers, jibai~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115910715925816118?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115910715925816118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115910715925816118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115910715925816118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115910715925816118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-damn-fuckin-utterly.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115880452803113748</id><published>2006-09-21T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:08:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. The Thai army has taken over bangkok in a military coup. There goes our Bangkok trip??? Or are we still trying to get our asses to Krabi where a civil war may start? ahhahaahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115880452803113748?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115880452803113748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115880452803113748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115880452803113748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115880452803113748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115849491764443996</id><published>2006-09-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:50:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally started the initial planning for the coming Thailand trip which we'll be going effectively from 14th to 24th Dec. Been wanting to plan this thingy since July, met in Library today to do out the budgeting, hotel lookouts and activity sightings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip will be5days and 4 nights in Krabi and 4 days 3 nites in Bangkok. Gonna go climbing, kayaking, snorkeling and cave hiking in Krabi den lots of shopping and chillin in Bangkok, that should complete my year on a high note.. ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115849491764443996?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115849491764443996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115849491764443996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115849491764443996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115849491764443996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-started-initial-planning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115788842547150643</id><published>2006-09-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:40:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current alcoholic inventory @ home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bottles of Baileys&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of Pimm's No. 1&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Absolute Vodka&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Absolute Peach&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Sheridan's Coffee Rum&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Malibu Rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i gonna finish it? HmmmMm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115788842547150643?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115788842547150643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115788842547150643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115788842547150643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115788842547150643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-alcoholic-inventory-home-3.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115779825591051893</id><published>2006-09-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T18:37:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat the hell is wrong with the TP of Singapore. I've been studying, staying and now working in Singapore for the past 15 years. I've lived in Malaysia before and I'm of Malaysian origin so what's the big problem if i take my driver's license test in M'sia?? What's the point of taking another driver's license test in Singapore when i already have a M'sia driving license??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so crappy. "You do not have prove that u are travelling in and out of Malaysia because u are holding a student's pass and now U are a permenant resident of Singapore. There's no records on ur passport indicating ur travels." --- WAT THE FUCK????!????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115779825591051893?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115779825591051893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115779825591051893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115779825591051893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115779825591051893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/wat-hell-is-wrong-with-tp-of-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115746708175250188</id><published>2006-09-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:38:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hMm... This song 很想说 by 李圣杰 is so damn nice. Humming within my heart for days already, and whenever i have a chance i'll sing it~~~ anticipating my next KTV session :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115746708175250188?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115746708175250188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115746708175250188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115746708175250188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115746708175250188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115729343176375508</id><published>2006-09-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:23:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snooker, or Billards.. Watever ppl call it. In M'sia it's called Snooker, u go to a snookerium  to play snooker. In Singapore, u go to a pool centre to play billards. Well, as long as we know how to game is played, everything's fine... In Snooker/Billards, we always use the term 'snooked' when there's a play whereby the a player has no other balls to hit other than his opponent's balls. Hitting the opponent's ball will result in a 'forced error' and he has to pay a penalty for it - losing points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word has become quite widely used in my everyday conversations.. Like - "Wa, dun snook him le la..." or "Wa!!! Kena Snooked!!!" and even "Snook him snook him!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As influential as i am...(Hmmm....) my friends and colleagues will start to think that "snook" is an 'in' word, and they started to use em.. Well during my shit session this morning, i began to analyse how they make "snook" their own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague A - "Wa...!!! Kena Snoop~!!!!" --&gt; Snoopy?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague B - "Wa...!!! Kena SooooooooOOOt~!!" --&gt; Gunshot??&lt;br /&gt;Colleague C - "Wa...!!! Kena Smoke!!!" --&gt; WTH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes it's amazing how people refuse to ask the meaning of a word and use it their own way. Strange? Funny? Watever~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115729343176375508?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115729343176375508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115729343176375508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115729343176375508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115729343176375508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/09/snooker-or-billards.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115686123645180221</id><published>2006-08-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:20:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chong Weng Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Class Son of a whore. The first person to make me so frustrated in my life. Jibai fucker knn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115686123645180221?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115686123645180221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115686123645180221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115686123645180221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115686123645180221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/chong-weng-kit-world-class-son-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115572629558296542</id><published>2006-08-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:04:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Packed Weeked Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ha.. It's been a really long time since i had such an exciting and fun weekend, also known as APW - Action Packed Weekend. The whole session started off on Thursday, where we meet up @ burger king in CWP to discuss the camp for friday. As always, the guy that likes to make a big entrance, erm.. me... was late. We discussed the details and ya, most of the programs are still the same, no major changes. The only thing that changed is my experience, i haven't done camps for quite some time and i guess i'm quite rusty and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, packed my bag, and feel asleep. Woke up @ 6:05am, we are supposed to meet @ 615am~~ which means.... I"M SO FREAKIN' LATE AGAIN!!! But it's ok, i'm known to be late. Went to this school called Boon Lay Gardens Pri Sch. spent a couple of mins there and off we go to the campsite @ Jln Bathera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, did the same old shit~ and as always, i find ways and means to slack. This particular camp is particularly slack for me... coz i got a fantastic partner, Jeremy, 2 years younger than me and a enthusiastic guy,. Hmm... I see the 'me' in him 2 years ago.~~ Watever~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp, which is Sunday, we went to KTV. sang my hearts out as i haven't K-ed for quite some time. And i sang most of the songs coz the other instructors either got no voice from all the shouting in camp(which i did not) or too tired to sing. Ben and I did most of the singing and we entertained the crowd with our 'wonderful voices'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shagged,.. but a reallly nice weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115572629558296542?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115572629558296542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115572629558296542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115572629558296542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115572629558296542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/action-packed-weeked-part-2.html' title='Action Packed Weeked Part 2'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115571015754146454</id><published>2006-08-16T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:35:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner @ Lawry's</title><content type='html'>Wooo.. 8/8/2006 has been a wonderful day for me and the wookie people!! It's the day we celebrate our first year company anniversary together. Well, the thing Singaporeans do best is EAT, so we brought ourselves over to Lawry's for dinner(Of course that's my idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating there is&lt;br /&gt;1. Expensive&lt;br /&gt;2. Expensive&lt;br /&gt;3. An open-eye experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y? coz never in my life have I been pampered so much, especially in Singapore. The ambience is nice and everything and the food is good, fine dining i guess. Good service and Good food, topped up with good white wine and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Dish.&lt;br /&gt;The Famous Original Spinning Bowl Salad&lt;br /&gt;A blend of crisp romaine and iceberg lettuce and watercress, shredded beets,chopped eggs and croutons. Tossed with our exclusive vintage dressing in a salad bowl spun on a bed of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady, dressed like a chambermaid, will push a trolley over to our table and said "would u like to try our Famous Spinning Bowl Salad?" Then she starts to spin the bowl infront of us, and confidentally poured the thousad island sauce from 1m height and continued to spin the bowl as she prepard the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the:&lt;br /&gt;English Cut S$65.80,+++ Three thin slices deftly carved to highten the rich beef flavor (200 gr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawei had:&lt;br /&gt;Pan Sear Salmon Fillet NEW! S$43.80,+++ Accompanied with 3 different canapes, crispy tortilla with avocado cream, grilled US scallop with Wasabi mayonnaise and carviar with a slice of ciabatta bread. Served with sake butter cream sauce and Idaho mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon had:&lt;br /&gt;Pastry Beef Tenderloin NEW! S$58.80,+++ Pan seared Australian air flown beef tenderloin with button mushroom cream sauce and covered with pastry, baked till brown. Served with light brown sauce and seasonal vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session ended with wine appreciation, we cheer-ed to the future of wookie.. and enjoyed the music and ambience in the place. Went home with a huge hole in the pocket though~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115571015754146454?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115571015754146454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115571015754146454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115571015754146454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115571015754146454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/dinner-lawrys.html' title='Dinner @ Lawry&apos;s'/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115484592738251285</id><published>2006-08-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:32:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought a Guess Watch, cost me $200 bucks...!! No more shopping till next month. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115484592738251285?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115484592738251285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115484592738251285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115484592738251285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115484592738251285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/bought-guess-watch-cost-me-200-bucks.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115474024247929030</id><published>2006-08-05T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:10:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been full of shit lately, guess i ate 2 mucH. I need to shit 2 times daily@!!!! MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115474024247929030?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115474024247929030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115474024247929030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115474024247929030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115474024247929030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-full-of-shit-lately-guess-i-ate-2.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115444383240634718</id><published>2006-08-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:50:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short and Sweet blog for tonite --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finally came up with a place to have dinner on 8th Aug 2006. The company's official 1st year annivesary. We decided to have our dinner in Lawry's, nice food, good ambience.. countdown down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also preparing for my shopping spree in tebrau city, jusco. Heard that M'sia's having their mega-sale going on, hMm... will do all i can to get wat i wan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Over @ work, i've been working non stop nowadays, now my manager wants me to go do shift duties, it may sound tedious though, but pay will be good if accept his offer, thinking...thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thailand Trip more or less confirmed... it'll be on the 21st to 25th this coming year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Still searching for the 'plural' for me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115444383240634718?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115444383240634718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115444383240634718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115444383240634718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115444383240634718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/08/short-and-sweet-blog-for-tonite.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115401037375399420</id><published>2006-07-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:26:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's just not easy doing up ur own business. Wookie's 1st Year Annivesary is coming soon and let's hope we'll have a much more fruitful financial year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my payday. Hope to see the increment (as they promised) in it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115401037375399420?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115401037375399420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115401037375399420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115401037375399420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115401037375399420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-its-just-not-easy-doing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115374009961977126</id><published>2006-07-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:21:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 2 many times when i broke someone's heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess it's time, it's really the time. i think i've enjoyed enuff being singular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===soul mate searching mode===&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115374009961977126?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115374009961977126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115374009961977126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115374009961977126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115374009961977126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-are-2-many-times-when-i-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115322377008931610</id><published>2006-07-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:56:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had spells of splitting headaches over the week, probably due to insufficient sleep because of the World Cup. Lazy to go to the doctor, so i opened up the fridge and hunt for painkillers. I was quite lucky though, the word "headache/pain" was the first out of the many bags of medicine I have. It belongs to my sister, I ate 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain did not subside, and i started to get worried. I downed 2 more pills the following morning, hoping it'll work out this time, but nope, the headache went on for the entire day. Well I begin to suspect that there's something wrong with either the pills or my freakin' brain, the latter has lower possibility of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an inquisitive person, I decide to check out the internet to search what freakin' pills i've been downing for the past days. Went to google, type in the medicine name, and clicked on "I'm feeling lucky!" There, i got shock of my life, it read "blah blah blah blah crap crap blah..... used to treat menstral pains.... to take strictly on doctor's advice...." SHIT!!! I rushed to the doctor immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor's place.. "This medicine is not meant for Men! And I'm wondering how come you are taking it without a doctor's prescription. But 3-4 pills it's still ok, nothing's gonna happen to you." Phew......... I thought, learnt an important lesson that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115322377008931610?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115322377008931610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115322377008931610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115322377008931610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115322377008931610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-spells-of-splitting-headaches-over.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115305491345830389</id><published>2006-07-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:01:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged, been really busy with loads of work. Wookie's doing good, got a couple of deals, earning good. Customers keep coming back for repeat orders, and we are really happy about it. BUT, the best is yet to come, we can do much much better. The company's 1st anniversary is around the corner, and let's all get ready for the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested bringing the wookie bros to the studio for a professional photo shootup to commerate the annivesary, followed by a makan session as well as a farewell dinner for Kawei, who is going to Canada for exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone back to work in the airport, it's really a damn huge place. But i did good in my first week, handling the different pressures and cases that kept on flooding @ me. Working in the airport has taught me to be an independent worker, I need to get used to eating lunch alone now. It may sound pathetic, but that's work. So I'll really apprecite my friends out there to accompany me for lunch once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to overseas this year, I belive it's time for me to plan out a holiday with my families and friends, need to think of places to go and time to clear my remaining leave. Thailand and Hong Kong will sound quite logical for budget travellers. Next year's Taiwan trip has already been confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find myself a part time degree course to enrol myself in, to upgrade myself and get a good paper to improve myself...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115305491345830389?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115305491345830389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115305491345830389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115305491345830389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115305491345830389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-115237139651584128</id><published>2006-07-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:09:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10th July, starting a new permenant job in airport. must learn to keep my mouth shut for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-115237139651584128?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/115237139651584128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=115237139651584128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115237139651584128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/115237139651584128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/07/10th-july-starting-new-permenant-job.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114991606643098111</id><published>2006-06-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:07:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my colleagues are gonna hate me. they are gonna hate me for life. but i'm sry i didn't mean it. Today marks the guiltiest day of my life. remember it, remember this day and nver let it happen again. NVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114991606643098111?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114991606643098111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114991606643098111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114991606643098111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114991606643098111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-colleagues-are-gonna-hate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114977531445303467</id><published>2006-06-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:01:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aim of the coming world cup... brand new guitar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114977531445303467?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114977531445303467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114977531445303467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114977531445303467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114977531445303467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/06/aim-of-coming-world-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114948044485191597</id><published>2006-06-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:07:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO WOMEN EVERYWHERE...FROM A MAN WHO'S HAD ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us bitching about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;2. ALL men see in only 16 colors. Peach is a fruit, not a color.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her.&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthdays, valentines, and anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again!&lt;br /&gt;8. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;12. Shopping is not a sport, and no, we're never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;13. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;14. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;15. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;17. Ask for what you want. Let's be clear on this one. Subtle hints don't work. Strong hints don't work. Really obvious hints don't work. Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;18. No, we don't know what day it is. We never will. Mark anniversaries on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;19. Peeing standing up is more difficult. We're bound to miss sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;20. Most guys own three pairs of shoes. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?&lt;br /&gt;21. Yes and no are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;22. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;23. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;24. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;25. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, or Jet Li flick where it doesn't really matter what they're saying anyway).&lt;br /&gt;26. Check your oil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;27. It is neither in your best interest nor ours to take the quiz together.&lt;br /&gt;28. No, it doesn't matter which quiz.&lt;br /&gt;29. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;30. All comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;31. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;32. Let us ogle (stare). We're going to look anyway. It's genetic.&lt;br /&gt;33. You can either tell us to do something OR tell us how to do something, but not both.&lt;br /&gt;34. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;35. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;36. Beer is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.&lt;br /&gt;37. If we ask what's wrong and you say "nothing", we will act like nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;38. We know you're lying, but it's just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;39. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don't mind that. It's like camping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114948044485191597?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114948044485191597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114948044485191597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114948044485191597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114948044485191597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-women-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114948031874235165</id><published>2006-06-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:05:18.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM:&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;• Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows&lt;br /&gt;.• You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You are surprised when the cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SOUTH AFRICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;• You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;• You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You count them again and learn you have 12 cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;• You charge others for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HINDU CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt;• You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ISRAELI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• So, there are these two Jewish cows, right?&lt;br /&gt;• They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights.&lt;br /&gt;• They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• That one on the left is kinda cute... so are the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM:&lt;br /&gt;• You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;• You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.&lt;br /&gt;• The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells, the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.&lt;br /&gt;• The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.&lt;br /&gt;• Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.• No balance sheet provided with the release.&lt;br /&gt;• The public buys your bull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114948031874235165?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114948031874235165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114948031874235165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114948031874235165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114948031874235165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/06/traditional-capitalism-you-have-two.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114913559988742302</id><published>2006-06-01T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:19:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"u are in the waiting list, latest u will know e outcome by late june."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       -This freakin means that there's no more freakin' place for me, so I have to be placed in the waiting list.. wat the fuck? Is my stupid results that bad? crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114913559988742302?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114913559988742302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114913559988742302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114913559988742302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114913559988742302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-are-in-waiting-list-latest-u-will.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114865886814411811</id><published>2006-05-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:54:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you feel when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's pressure lies on your brittle shoulders when there's no support, no help given.&lt;br /&gt;                                          ..it sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems Problems and more Problems but whose gonna share the load? no one.... when i ask them for solutions, they counter ask me for solutions. It's difficult to live among selfish bastards who care only for themselves. So what if they grow damn rich, damn powerful at the expense of other people's sacrifices? They'll just lose friends, lose trust. Fuck~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114865886814411811?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114865886814411811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114865886814411811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114865886814411811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114865886814411811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-do-you-feel-when.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114856464619782886</id><published>2006-05-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:44:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subscribed to SCV... just for the world cup... enjoyin' it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114856464619782886?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114856464619782886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114856464619782886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114856464619782886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114856464619782886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/subscribed-to-scv.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114855082324768785</id><published>2006-05-25T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:41:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing... how i can waste 8 hrs a day, doing nothing at work. Here's what i've been doing for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715am                - alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;725am                - finally drag myself away from bed&lt;br /&gt;740am                - breakfast and prepare to go to work&lt;br /&gt;8am                     - bus 966 comes&lt;br /&gt;8am to 845am   - stucked between BKE and PIE.&lt;br /&gt;9am                     - finally reach office, wait for fax&lt;br /&gt;930am                - time for 5 min coffee break&lt;br /&gt;935am to noon  - wait for fax, wait for lunch, try to kill time in the process&lt;br /&gt;1pm to 2 pm      - lunch&lt;br /&gt;2pm onwards    - wait for fax, kill time&lt;br /&gt;4pm                    - countdown to 6pm, wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;6pm                    - get the fuck out of that crazy borin' workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. this is what I've been doing for the past month. Waste time... man... Work is slack, but it's boring, i dun learn anything.. i felt i've become stupid. I can spend 3 stupid hours playing pinball and solitaire... I'm going crazy. Life has suddenly become really slow and I need time adapting to it. It's only been a month and i'm becoming crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something that's challenging, that's needs me to think, meetup with people. My current job is crap. Really.. crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, one has to look at the brighter side of life. I'm enjoying a high paying jobless job. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114855082324768785?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114855082324768785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114855082324768785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114855082324768785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114855082324768785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114839645343403137</id><published>2006-05-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:00:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>American Idol finals tomorrow, Catherine will win~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McPheever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Taylor u are really good too... but well there can be only 1 winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114839645343403137?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114839645343403137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114839645343403137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114839645343403137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114839645343403137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-idol-finals-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114839623309414199</id><published>2006-05-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:57:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World cup season is here soon... I've got 3 choices to catch the matches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch Channel 5 and wait for the few games they are airing..&lt;br /&gt;2. Subscribe my own SCV real soon...&lt;br /&gt;3. Rent a space in Sam's house for a month and catch the season there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... choice 3 sounds really nice, but it's gonna make me miss home througout the month of Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everybody is busy with their own stuff, no one really bothers about anything except their own stuff rite now.. rite??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114839623309414199?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114839623309414199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114839623309414199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114839623309414199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114839623309414199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-cup-season-is-here-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114730801025671183</id><published>2006-05-11T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:40:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up @ 615am today. went over RSS to deliver some t-shirts. When i stepped into RSS, i felt i've achieved something great. When most of the t-shirts among the school are made by me, and when they are wearing your products - in front of you, that feeling is sHHHiiIIiiOOookkk!!!!!!!!!!!!! wOOOoooot! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many classes that did not print from me, but from what i can see. My quality of printing and quality of t-shirts are much better than what most companies offer, so i guess wookie's goin the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although RSS have been troublesome and tired of us, i feel that there will be many that will continue to print from us in the near future! lemme now go catch some sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114730801025671183?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114730801025671183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114730801025671183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114730801025671183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114730801025671183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/woke-up-615am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114717829765444489</id><published>2006-05-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:38:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i need a break... getting real stressed up with my small company. Handled this rss deal, fucked me up man, deadlines to beat, fussy customers and everything, goodness! Fucked up suppliers OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! hope everything goes well tomorrow for me. My supplier promised to produce the goods out by tomorrow and if he fails to do so, that will be the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, work place sucked even more man. From onsite engineer to freakin' office boy, today my task is to wrap all the presents for the coming lucky draw event. WTF!!!! CHAO JIBAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy dun really work on  me.. I tink it's time i get myself a drum set. To thrash out all my anger and stress on it.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114717829765444489?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114717829765444489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114717829765444489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114717829765444489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114717829765444489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114666408703819640</id><published>2006-05-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:48:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started work in a new account. Nature of job: Office boy... take fax, reply email, coordinate with whoever that's reposible for whatever shit. Colleagues are good, team leader's good, pay same. Stress Free.... Well... I'll stay on. for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114666408703819640?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114666408703819640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114666408703819640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114666408703819640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114666408703819640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/started-work-in-new-account.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114648313649432270</id><published>2006-05-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:32:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought a new IPOD Video, new Sumsung 19" LCD monitor, new Nokia 6030 phone for my m'sian line! Felt really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow reporting to a new work place, i gotta remind myself not to talk nonsense. History must not repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my NTU rejection letter, now SMU please enrol me in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114648313649432270?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114648313649432270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114648313649432270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114648313649432270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114648313649432270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/05/bought-new-ipod-video-new-sumsung-19.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114597732819804349</id><published>2006-04-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:02:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister came to my room. "I juz used ur phone to call out, but ok rite?? u got free outgoing"///////////&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114597732819804349?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114597732819804349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114597732819804349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114597732819804349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114597732819804349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sister-came-to-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114597725372332268</id><published>2006-04-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:00:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my passport's due for renewal and it'll take 15-20 working days to get it over and done with. This means that i'll be stucked in this little red dot for close to a month. Need to find replacements for my food and foot reflexolgy, damn// I'm gonna miss M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a HR guy from a company called me offering me a position back to sia.... thinking it thru. if the pay is high and terms are good i'll take up the offer. Considering what i have now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My current company sucked to the core...&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 month completion bonus if i hang on my current company till Aug 15&lt;br /&gt;3. Uni entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114597725372332268?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114597725372332268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114597725372332268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114597725372332268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114597725372332268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-my-passports-due-for-renewal-and.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114587822622591099</id><published>2006-04-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:09:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the actual story. During lunch one fine day, motherfucker A told me tat i'll be posted to work in the tuas branch. Being who i am, i told him that if any one day where i've been posted to tuas, i'll quit my job. well i like to talk without thinking, well motherfucker A went to tell motherfucker B about it and they went to tell the manager about it. FUCK! den i'm out of the project. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1. Never talk too much crap, even when u are joking.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's reality, face it.. There are people like motherfucker A and motherfucker B everywhere.. so beware&lt;br /&gt;3. It's time to suck everything up and look forward, rather than brood over what already has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck up. I'll remember ur fuck up face and i knoe what ur fuck up future's gonna be. don't let me see ur fuck up face anywhere.!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz need some moments to calm down.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: fucked up, sad, disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114587822622591099?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114587822622591099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114587822622591099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114587822622591099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114587822622591099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-actual-story.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114580077998754031</id><published>2006-04-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:59:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the lowest point of my life. :( It really sucked to be kicked around like a soccer ball. Learnt a great lesson, and is thinking of how to recover from it. Made the worst decision of my life, my life ain't in my hands now. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK WORK FUCK THE MANAGERS FUCK MYSELF FOR BEING HONEST WITH THE FUCKED UP MANAGERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened where my current proj ended... I feel like a begger now, begging someone to take me into their project. FUCK.! That's not the real me!! How the fuck did i end up like that. Life's greatest lesson, never be honest to someone - whoever, whatever, wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope i can go into uni and take a break there.................. My life is now - in the hands of GOD, GOD help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114580077998754031?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114580077998754031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114580077998754031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114580077998754031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114580077998754031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-lowest-point-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114554844917455883</id><published>2006-04-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:54:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goin for my university entrance interview tomorrow. Hope i can make it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pray hard and may I leave my outcome in the wonderful and ever comforting hands of GOD. *Amen*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114554844917455883?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114554844917455883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114554844917455883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114554844917455883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114554844917455883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/goin-for-my-university-entrance.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114554838832511976</id><published>2006-04-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:53:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye Bye SIA. hello Philips...13/4/2006, First day @ work in Philips. Not bad... relaxed life now on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114554838832511976?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114554838832511976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114554838832511976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114554838832511976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114554838832511976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye-bye-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114319844051238167</id><published>2006-03-24T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:07:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th March 2006 - My first successful awol from work. The first of many to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114319844051238167?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114319844051238167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114319844051238167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114319844051238167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114319844051238167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/03/24th-march-2006-my-first-successful.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114312258613880392</id><published>2006-03-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:03:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got back to gymin, faced reality a bit. Hahahaha... Always thought I'm strong (as always) until i went to the gym. Faced reality!! I'm suck a weakling there in the gym - even though there are more weak fucks in the gym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my bench presses are supported by ben. wat the hell is goin on man. I used to be able to carry everything with ease, now i'm strugglin my ass out to carry 7.5kg/side on the olympic bar. Ohhhh My Goodness..!!! Shit I'm weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will carrying on gyming for the days to come. At least until my supplements run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114312258613880392?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114312258613880392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114312258613880392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114312258613880392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114312258613880392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-got-back-to-gymin-faced.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114282678540115751</id><published>2006-03-20T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:53:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received a strange sms from a number that doesn't exist in my phonebook. The sms goes like this "1st Malaysia Gold for Malaysia in the Commonwealth Games!!!" Did some investigation, lol, it was from my ex secondary school's senoir, Ah Tan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114282678540115751?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114282678540115751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114282678540115751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282678540115751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282678540115751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/03/received-strange-sms-from-number-that.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114282658188113248</id><published>2006-03-20T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:49:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's time to do something about the GUI of my blog. Time to change abit of skins and everything, time to add photos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114282658188113248?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114282658188113248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114282658188113248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282658188113248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282658188113248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-its-time-to-do-something-about_20.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9150346.post-114282652342255318</id><published>2006-03-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:48:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Books i've completed recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons, Deception Point and Digital Fotress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Broker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading - A Short History to Nearly Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribed to Menshealth....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9150346-114282652342255318?l=rodment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/feeds/114282652342255318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9150346&amp;postID=114282652342255318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282652342255318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9150346/posts/default/114282652342255318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodment.blogspot.com/2006/03/books-ive-completed-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>RoDmEnT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15726277650485297006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O8DUg2K0XPQ/R7Y6Fo5IRSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o68hauvZIoI/S220/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
