<?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-15223443</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:44:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life Rebooted V2: No wise words, No pretty pictures, just a big plain canvas, enough to make me wonder...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2277121806346291969</id><published>2010-05-09T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:52:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back... but I sure don't know what to write about for now. Where have I been maybe? This would be a tough question to answer! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2277121806346291969?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2277121806346291969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2277121806346291969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2277121806346291969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2277121806346291969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4051189144961283447</id><published>2009-12-31T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:55:58.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Its the time of year again, and to be exact... there goes another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this year definitely ended quickly and what a "POW" to the chapters of life. If I should write a book, this would be the most interesting of all; be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all the dreams and ambitions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Why didn't I thought of Journalism? Authoring? Writing? English?&lt;br /&gt;     I hate to read! thats why... hahaha but who would have guessed that I love writing. Well I for one certainly didn't realize that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I should be a Lawyer!&lt;br /&gt;     While I don't like criminals or baddies (never liked any evil characters in life 'cept for Dungeon Keeper (tagline: evil is good...), &lt;br /&gt;     I sure do love solving crimes (lets face it... Puh-lease? they are official mafia of the country) and who doesn't love winning an&lt;br /&gt;     an argument? AND! you get highly paid for copy and pasting texts on documents. Also, not forgetting the facts... I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;     history, digesting facts and spitting it out all at once. (this should have been my dream job) Not forgetting... I get to sue you!&lt;br /&gt;     FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, as I am writing this piece of note... ideas, thoughts are flowing through my head, bursting out to be written but with my aging head... I just can't recall what I wanted to write while trying to sequence out my paragraphs... Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i need to put this "TO BE CONTINUED... I am definitely getting old... Am suddenly feeling very sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nights! zzzzzzZZZZZzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4051189144961283447?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4051189144961283447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4051189144961283447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4051189144961283447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4051189144961283447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-442548900863908960</id><published>2009-12-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:36:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieve...</title><content type='html'>it'll never be the same again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-442548900863908960?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/442548900863908960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6818204712232610167</id><published>2009-08-11T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:46:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic explosives...</title><content type='html'>tension on strings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6818204712232610167?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6818204712232610167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6818204712232610167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6818204712232610167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6818204712232610167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/08/plastic-explosives.html' title='plastic explosives...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7536000070362754827</id><published>2009-08-07T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:20:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest second, minute, hour, day, week.</title><content type='html'>Its been a while and my post still seemed to be gray, gloomy. Not too dark, and yet not too bright either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions... life is full of them. Some which I am glad that I made them, some not so proud and some just takes a little bit of time to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it like to live in other people's shoes? Seeing things from a different aspect altogether. It would be cool, perhaps... hmmm... nah... no answer for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is definitely one of the longest time in my life. So much can happen in a split second which will change our lives forever. One call, one missed call, anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy, it never was, and never will be for a person like me. What I am like? thats something I don't know now that I'm here at this age. What I am sure is that it is not an easy day after all... Sometimes we do things we aren't proud of, sometimes we do things that are out of our control and sometimes we make decisions that we do not enjoy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you there... yes.. you kid, thats life. Recalling a phrase that goes by "God doesn't give you what you want, but what you need". I'm not trying to be religious but put a thought in it, its true; the underlying msg. While it may not be nice, it might be what's best for us. Life's not a constant... you'd never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blank stare&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we met in another time, things would be different... time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7536000070362754827?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7536000070362754827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7536000070362754827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7536000070362754827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7536000070362754827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/08/longest-second-minute-hour-day-week.html' title='The longest second, minute, hour, day, week.'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-329229698973371246</id><published>2009-07-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:07:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ping 127.1.1.1</title><content type='html'>Its great to be back. I'm back. Almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd... why do i seem to get unknown followers on the blog? hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-329229698973371246?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/329229698973371246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=329229698973371246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/329229698973371246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/329229698973371246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/07/ping-127111.html' title='#ping 127.1.1.1'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-3432265123412940780</id><published>2009-05-09T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:00:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream unfulfilled is but a curse</title><content type='html'>Funny how I get inspirations, from an old TV show... and this show is none other than Kamen Rider 555! Who says kids show aren't educational? Well, it isn't really much of a kids show with all the killing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happens to go like this: a born musical genius which got his hands crippled in an accident and could no longer play the guitar. He vents his frustration by being a rebel and doing things to disturb those who plays music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally came to his senses, he spoke of these words... "a dream unfulfilled is like a curse". So much is true, knowing that the thing you love to do and long for could no longer be achieved. Having to give up unwillingly is painful and forever haunting... wanting something that cannot be done is a painful burden that one can bear in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he finally let go of his unfulfilled dream and moved on but its rather sad anyhow. So the question was, should we even had a dream? Quite philosophical don't you think so? How great are kids show these days... I find it quite intriguing and made me ponder for a while... Indeed, true enough of what was said if you've been through it before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow up in such circumstances, making us stronger... yet it makes us much more difficult to be pleased and believing as well. While you or I complaint about how difficult life can be... is it really that tough? We are the ones that complicate things around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear that remarks such as... "grow up" or even "you're not a kid anymore" or "that's reality". We toughen up, we learn to be wiser, learn to be... suspicious? why? coz people become more and more deceitful. Have we all forgotten the old times? our younger days? where words meant gold and promises are promises? Grow up you say? isn't that what we stride for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny again on how we see things... and say its impossible yet we forgotten that it happened once upon a time when life was much simpler. If we can all reach for the child within us... I'm not being a kid or haven't grown up... That, my friend is how life would &amp; could be if we are more honest beings in life. Its because the world is harsh, that we need hope... but because everyone "learns" that everyone is mean to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... it indeed is painful having bad memories, even good ones... because once you lose your dreams... it will haunt you forever. If you ever are one of them, be strong and build your new dream. If you've never encountered a broken dream, I pray you never will... its not easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-3432265123412940780?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/3432265123412940780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=3432265123412940780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3432265123412940780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3432265123412940780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-unfulfilled-is-but-curse.html' title='A dream unfulfilled is but a curse'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5904894232229282354</id><published>2009-03-17T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:41:16.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the closet.</title><content type='html'>If ppl could only be a little honest about themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there'd be no beating around the bush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No missing chances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wait for others... pursue your own destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5904894232229282354?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5904894232229282354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5904894232229282354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5904894232229282354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5904894232229282354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-out-of-closet.html' title='Coming out of the closet.'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4192248831953522902</id><published>2009-03-13T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:09:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reiterated. Revisited</title><content type='html'>When are we gonna have another K session... I want those shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a little, patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hurting from a love I lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling your frustration&lt;br /&gt;Any minute all the pain will stop&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close inside your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be too hard on my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna start over again&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation&lt;br /&gt;The one that I can always depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be strong, believe me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated but understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause these scars runs so deep&lt;br /&gt;It’s been hard&lt;br /&gt;But I have to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I just need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try, and have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little... Patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4192248831953522902?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4192248831953522902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4192248831953522902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4192248831953522902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4192248831953522902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/03/reiterated-revisited.html' title='Reiterated. Revisited'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-284357413758825541</id><published>2009-03-04T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:55:02.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go...</title><content type='html'>Here I go~ Scream my lungs out trying to get to you... bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! that was lyrics... back to the usual post, or not so usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is forgiven...&lt;br /&gt;All is forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;While some remain clueless...&lt;br /&gt;It will not be hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-284357413758825541?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/284357413758825541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=284357413758825541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/284357413758825541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/284357413758825541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-713356347028686877</id><published>2009-02-04T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:19:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>Once bitten, twice shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped believing in fairy tales the day you walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-713356347028686877?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/713356347028686877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=713356347028686877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/713356347028686877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/713356347028686877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-886960139409744033</id><published>2009-02-04T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:59:54.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me!</title><content type='html'>Break the chain,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the ties that bind.&lt;br /&gt;Release from pain,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my heart unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Unlock my riddle.&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm stuck in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-886960139409744033?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/886960139409744033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=886960139409744033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/886960139409744033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/886960139409744033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/02/save-me.html' title='Save me!'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-602457282518841675</id><published>2009-02-04T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:25:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, I can't forgive you just yet...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I can't forgive you just yet... I'm not ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-602457282518841675?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/602457282518841675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=602457282518841675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/602457282518841675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/602457282518841675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-i-cant-forgive-you-just-yet.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, I can&apos;t forgive you just yet...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8501246755769377769</id><published>2009-01-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:05:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no superman...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished that you could read ones’ mind? Wanted to know everything that is curious to you? It certainly does sounds great aint it? Being able to prepare for any questions, predict what to say next just to get on the good side of everyone you wanted. Life would be so easy then, when you can talk yourself out from almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;That is if , you wanted to know. What about those things that you don’t wanna hear? Things that you don’t wanna know? Knowledge is power! However, can you really take it all inside your tiny little mind? Reality bites, truth hurts and etc... those sayings are already common enough for anyone to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Its a gift, its a curse... for being there... for hearing things and for knowing things. Its not truly easy bearing the responsibility of listening. Sometimes you know too much... yet you are only entrusted to hold on to it, and nothing else. That would be easy for a diary, a dead being.&lt;br /&gt;Being on the outside, the sidelines... no one has a clearer picture that anyone inside the game. While there are many rules, experiences that can only be felt in it, no one would have been able to make a fair judgement. After all, we are all human and emotions would play a big part in killing us all.&lt;br /&gt;Advice, are a form of assurance and nothing else. They are just plain speeches that deep down inside everyone of us know and yet we ignore them. We usually only listen to advices that sounds comfortable to us and most likely... its what you wanted to hear all along. Assurance from someone else’s mouth that your decision is correct. We will be constantly seeking for advice, till someone agrees with us.&lt;br /&gt;While you can tell a kid what to do, define whats’ right or wrong, you can never do that to an adult. Sometimes it really hurts so much, to see someone you care stepping into deep shits and yet there’s nothing you can do about it. Its not like they don’t know what’s bad... they are old enough to make their own decisions... and this hurts alot when they hurt themselves... knowingly, intentionally or couldn’t get their heads right anymore...&lt;br /&gt;What if you knew too... if something isn’t right and you know you could do something about it...  but because you are just not... the person... to speak it out... Who are we to mess with someone else’s affairs? I just hate being so...  defenceless...&lt;br /&gt;If that’s what you want... then so be it... All we could do is to be always around... and with open arms to catch you when you fall... Which is something... I wish not to see come to reality... for it will mean that people will get hurt... and let it not be you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8501246755769377769?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8501246755769377769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8501246755769377769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8501246755769377769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8501246755769377769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-no-superman.html' title='I&apos;m no superman...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1973932981508715895</id><published>2009-01-19T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:46:12.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Just have a little, patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hurting from a love I lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling your frustration&lt;br /&gt;Any minute all the pain will stop&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close inside your arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be too hard on my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna start over again&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation&lt;br /&gt;The one that I can always depend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be strong, believe me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated but understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause these scars runs so deep&lt;br /&gt;It’s been hard&lt;br /&gt;But I have to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I just need time&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try, and have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Have a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing&lt;br /&gt;Just try and have a little... Patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1973932981508715895?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1973932981508715895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1973932981508715895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1973932981508715895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1973932981508715895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5671712608202476573</id><published>2009-01-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:58:11.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush . Lucky . Patience</title><content type='html'>Is it time to give up &amp;amp; let go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5671712608202476573?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5671712608202476573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5671712608202476573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5671712608202476573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5671712608202476573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/01/crush-lucky-patience.html' title='Crush . Lucky . Patience'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-9102485087611023951</id><published>2009-01-10T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:00:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Life is great! but life is short... Too short as compared to an eternity outside of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a recent scare in my family. One of my members was actually diagnosed with er... well something but thank God... it was just a scare after all. It is in times like these when we really start to wake up and smell the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.P.P.R.E.C.I.A.T.E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate everyone around you, your family, your relatives, your loved ones. I remembered when I always say that I am not appreciated and bla bla bla... But now I know too, that I have been neglecting my family a little... or alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my family, always there, never given up hope on me. Probably, because they are always there, we or... I never paid too much attention to things at home, because they were always there. I'm sorry, I lost my way... I lost the person that I once promised to be and I'm picking up the trail once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little tricky though... How could you miss something that's always around you? Still, it isn't an excuse to forget... or be ignorant. And so I learnt... I think happiness is always around us, just that we fail to see it as happiness. You have someone nagging you, reminding you daily of your things, asking you for insane favours and waking you up at ridiculous early hours on the weekends... Though it all sounds so... simple, routine and damn annoying... what if, just what if it were all taken away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thrive for excitement, new adventures, bla bla bla, yada yada yada... but is that what you really want by days end? For me at least, I want a home to return to, a familiar face I can talk to, whine to, laugh with, cry with and share whatever piece of myself I can with the ones really care about. Most of all, I want to be someone dependable to my family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I swaying to right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am saying is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry grandpa, my biggest regret was for not knowing you well enough before you moved on.. and I love you too...&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandma, for giving me the best childhood memories... Its time for me to repay you now that I'm all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad, though I always disagree with you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom, though I seemed to be always drifting away...&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sis 1, for your honest tales &amp;amp; lesson and being my "half nagging mom"...&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sis 2, though we fought through our childhood...&lt;br /&gt;I love you bro, though you really annoy me sometimes but as the saying goes... " he ain't heavy, he's my brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bro-in-arms, my bff's, my friends, Thanks for the memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the scare of the week... it reminded me of many things, of how fragile are our lives. Yes, we plan and aim for great things... and yet we limit ourselves to a lot of things. I certainly wouldn't think of how important is my insurance policy until now and certainly not think that shit does happen to anyone without warning. Life sucks ain't it? When it comes to things like this! but looking at the bright side... it is at times like this we are honestly reminded of whats important in our lives. I might not know what's gonna happen next... and when shit does really happen to me... So while I'm still alive, kicking, before I really *poof!* out of sight for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... always have, and always will... for as long as I am around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-9102485087611023951?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/9102485087611023951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=9102485087611023951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9102485087611023951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9102485087611023951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/01/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8592158110292845558</id><published>2009-01-09T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:39:00.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be mean...</title><content type='html'>Just because someone seemed to be behaving a certain way all the time, doesn't really mean he won't be the otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware... I bite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8592158110292845558?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8592158110292845558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8592158110292845558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8592158110292845558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8592158110292845558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-be-mean.html' title='I can be mean...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2533841377342793273</id><published>2008-12-03T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:39:17.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struck 2.0</title><content type='html'>Something just got into me today. Are all things really possible when you believe hard enough? Perhaps... because it is all in the mind... Well, at least for things that you won't require mumbo jumbos to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps everything is just all in the mind. So... what are we if not for our mind? Our feelings that make who we are? The experience that shapes our very existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today... My mind got attuned to something different today, or more likely accepted a fact of the norm... some things... just aren't meant to be, aren't meant to happen, aren't possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we could all be a little more open to everything and try... give it a try to everything. Then again, when your hearts not ready, you just can't try... willingly. So... are things really possible when you try hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me... but with the current "enlightenment"... whatever i'm thinking, feeling now... I'm just killing myself... for I just lost it. Again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2533841377342793273?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2533841377342793273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2533841377342793273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2533841377342793273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2533841377342793273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/12/struck-20.html' title='Struck 2.0'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5445773217377786833</id><published>2008-12-03T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:39:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How low will it go, how dark will it get...</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks, really stopped having juicy thoughts to write about. I'm depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep, Dark, Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my problems aren't the end of the world. I also know that there's more to life. But how do you jump out from an emotional shithole? Out of the shitpile, into the shithole... I keep running up to dead ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a beacon of light... a glimpse of hope... but it died before it found life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really dead tired of it. My beliefs are all falling apart. Why must everyone tell me to do everything that's beyond my wantings... Everything! All I can do, is to let it all go... stop trying... stop approaching... stop everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near, yet so far... Its a stalemate... What should I do? Please, tell me... no turning back, yet no steps forward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5445773217377786833?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5445773217377786833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5445773217377786833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5445773217377786833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5445773217377786833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-low-will-it-go-how-dark-will-it-get.html' title='How low will it go, how dark will it get...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8779153986717365202</id><published>2008-11-24T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:50:29.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend.</title><content type='html'>Friend? Are we really friends? I am not your friend. Not the way I see it... How do you rate your friends? What do you consider as a friend? Put me in the chart, rate me from your view... Do I really qualify as a friend? Being treated the way I am now? I don't think so... save your pity... save the excuse... Pray we'll all find our happiness and forget this terrible nightmare. Like it never ever existed. Another black hole in my life. Begone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8779153986717365202?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8779153986717365202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8779153986717365202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8779153986717365202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8779153986717365202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/11/friend.html' title='Friend.'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4803380603363506099</id><published>2008-11-12T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:59:57.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>Being childish or not... How can I even sum up how i feel... &lt;br /&gt;Whining doesn't help, moving on but don't seem to be budging... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you... &lt;br /&gt;hate that you took away whats important in my life... &lt;br /&gt;hate that you decided everything for me... &lt;br /&gt;hate that you shattered my life like a jigsaw...&lt;br /&gt;hate that you took my heart away...&lt;br /&gt;hate that you gave up... &lt;br /&gt;hate that you are glad...&lt;br /&gt;hate that you hate me...&lt;br /&gt;hate that you broke my peace over &amp; over...&lt;br /&gt;hate the fact that "i love/miss you but i can't be with you.." ever existed...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I loved you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone thinks that I am happy and fine... but look a little closer... you'll see tears in my eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4803380603363506099?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4803380603363506099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4803380603363506099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4803380603363506099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4803380603363506099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4879748994527116929</id><published>2008-10-27T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:58:47.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be an angel no more...</title><content type='html'>Its been some time now, after many years of gathering thoughts, experience in life. I thought I had seen it all. Perhaps the world is just to wide for one to grasp in hand. Am I being naive all along? Up till recently, what I believed in... just didn't seem to be real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get for being "nice"? What do you get for being there? What do you get for being... yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pat of the back? A warm greeting? A smile for the moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is having faith? When everyone else don't see the same way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit... good luck. have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4879748994527116929?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4879748994527116929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4879748994527116929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4879748994527116929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4879748994527116929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-wanna-be-angel-no-more.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna be an angel no more...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-626431864421187968</id><published>2008-10-23T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:17:19.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man who can't be moved</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw-J8kC5DHo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who's waiting on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-626431864421187968?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/626431864421187968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=626431864421187968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/626431864421187968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/626431864421187968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The man who can&apos;t be moved'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1884335658733209299</id><published>2008-10-23T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:11:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break even</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just praying to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;br /&gt;She finally met a man that's gonna put her 1st&lt;br /&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But not wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains&lt;br /&gt;Cos you left me with no love, no love to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just praying to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully written lyrics... every little bit of it,&lt;br /&gt;... however, it doesn't matter anymore... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1884335658733209299?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1884335658733209299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1884335658733209299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1884335658733209299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1884335658733209299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/10/break-even.html' title='Break even'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5559612898634382671</id><published>2008-09-25T20:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:40:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up the pace</title><content type='html'>So now that Hurricane Gene is over... its time to set things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My checklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The NEW new Honda City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Husky named Spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;DSLR &lt;/strike&gt;    - done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;PS3 (thanks to the influence of friends)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;32 inch LCD inside my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Booming speakers to go with my TV and PS3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a pad of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit my job and flee the country... YES!!! muahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yes... the last point in the wishlist contradicts everything that i want above... who cares... I can spend. so sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5559612898634382671?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5559612898634382671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5559612898634382671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5559612898634382671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5559612898634382671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/09/picking-up-pace.html' title='Picking up the pace'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6079589347005907269</id><published>2008-09-14T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:32:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it with me~ say it with pride~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6079589347005907269?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6079589347005907269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6079589347005907269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6079589347005907269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6079589347005907269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-it-with-me-say-it-with-pride.html' title='Say it with me~ say it with pride~'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-84002126020239622</id><published>2008-09-08T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:38:19.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't trust me?</title><content type='html'>What a good question... trust, is earned and not something given as a necessity. If you asked why someone doubted you, try tracing back the steps of why the trust was taken away. If you find it, and feel like its important to maintain that trust, the earn it all over again. Just don't try to run away from it or put the blame on elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, a reputation hard to build and easily crumbled. Its all about managing expectations in the world we live in. Because we are all human, we make mistakes and we tend to dwell at the unproductive, negative side of things. When we are constantly being treated like kings, and just suddenly one day the service became a little bit slower that the usual, we complaint, indicating that the service is poor, useless, horrible! but what about the Nth time that service has been good to you? When things are "up" all the time, 1 "down" in a blue moon spoils the entire reputation. It is all about managing expectations, and it applies to every aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so frequent, we hear the phrase: We forgive but we do not forget. While it seems a little cruel, I believe that it is often misinterpreted. To forgive oneself is to save yourself... So why do you want to think of the bad? We make mistakes, we all do... Why let a rotten apple spoil the entire basket of fruit? Its easy to find fault and give up when something bad happens... but what about the happier moments? Are they really overshadowed by a few rotten examples? If there's a problem fix it, don't run away from it for it will haunt you sooner or later. The last bit mentions "we do not forget"... it doesn't mean that we should hold a grudge but rather it reminds us that we should not repeat it again of the mistakes. It really is easy to give up but happiness is hard to build... Isn't life always like this? Nothing good comes easy and sometimes you need to be persistant enough to face it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day I went to church... I just felt like it... call it fate, it did touch me a little and made sense to me. The message for the day goes something like this... "do not judge other... why do you talk about the speck of dust on people's eyes when you have a plank sticking out your own.." or something like that... it means, before you talk about others, first look at yourself... don't be a hypocrite. I realized something then, I had been too judgemental on certain things and on certain people... I am sorry if that happened... and I do hope too... others will realize this as well... we are all the same... humans of flesh and blood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-84002126020239622?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/84002126020239622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=84002126020239622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/84002126020239622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/84002126020239622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-dont-trust-me.html' title='You don&apos;t trust me?'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5810363928154596587</id><published>2008-08-24T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:57:05.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear... couldn't put it much better than this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5ZSSM2U6m0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5ZSSM2U6m0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know&lt;br /&gt;That when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain please tell me now does that seem fair&lt;br /&gt;For her to steal my heart away when she don't care&lt;br /&gt;I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain won't you tell her that I love her so&lt;br /&gt;Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow&lt;br /&gt;Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter pater, pitter pater&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter pater, pitter pater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5810363928154596587?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5810363928154596587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5810363928154596587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5810363928154596587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5810363928154596587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-how.html' title='Dear... couldn&apos;t put it much better than this...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7518677238347612711</id><published>2008-08-22T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:29:03.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in time...</title><content type='html'>Stuck... or idle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7518677238347612711?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7518677238347612711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7518677238347612711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7518677238347612711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7518677238347612711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck-in-time.html' title='Stuck in time...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1653170255614054517</id><published>2008-08-19T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:32:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-healing</title><content type='html'>Once, there was this guy, who was in love with a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't the most beautiful and gorgeous but for him, she was everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him, "why do you dream so much about her, when you don't even know if she loves you or not? First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt that was the right way. The girl knew from the beginning, that this guy loves her. One day when he proposed, she rejected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends thought he would take to alcohol; drugs etc. and ruin his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their surprise, he was not depressed. When they asked him how was it that he is not sad, he replied, "why should I feel bad? I lost one who never loved me &amp; she lost the one who really loved and cared for her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1653170255614054517?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1653170255614054517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1653170255614054517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1653170255614054517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1653170255614054517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-healing.html' title='Self-healing'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-9019915730240009468</id><published>2008-08-05T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:22:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... 2.0</title><content type='html'>I pray hard, &lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful, &lt;br /&gt;and always wishful... &lt;br /&gt;that you will always &lt;br /&gt;be a part of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll color your world,&lt;br /&gt;and protect you girl,&lt;br /&gt;If only you will,&lt;br /&gt;just let us both heal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-9019915730240009468?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/9019915730240009468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=9019915730240009468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9019915730240009468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9019915730240009468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-20.html' title='Love... 2.0'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-126701012236381331</id><published>2008-07-28T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:27:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest sigh...</title><content type='html'>why is it so hard to trust someone whom you know and has been there for you for years? funny how we chose to trust a perfect stranger but not the one you've know before... afraid to be hurt again? who doesnt... but we are all humans... we make mistakes and we learn from it... second chances? don't you wish for a second chance too if you ever did something wrong? sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-126701012236381331?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/126701012236381331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=126701012236381331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/126701012236381331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/126701012236381331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/longest-sigh.html' title='The longest sigh...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5355882293184111646</id><published>2008-07-19T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:31:03.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends...</title><content type='html'>I hate weekends... Back then, Friday would mean a whole lot to me. Looking forward to the weekends to see the person dearest. Now its just a routine, empty days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this be over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5355882293184111646?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5355882293184111646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5355882293184111646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5355882293184111646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5355882293184111646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekends.html' title='Weekends...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5197869226272842232</id><published>2008-07-18T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:54:59.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>People can be very dishonest to themselves at times. Why? Because of your principles? Love can never be a rational thing... If it were, it wouldn't be love... would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you want something, you wait for it to happen? Why don't we take the intiative ourselves? Why... torment yourself... and the people you love... and the people who loves you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5197869226272842232?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5197869226272842232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5197869226272842232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5197869226272842232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5197869226272842232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2270546697327378663</id><published>2008-07-13T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:37:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A transformation</title><content type='html'>I am turning into an irritable person although I tried hard of not to. Someone told me, you know... whatever state of mind you are in now, you are just like "...". Play the reversal role now. Put myself in that shoe... and I know what I am crazing over, think of is utterly futile. Oh yes... I know them all too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what? perhaps I am just being hopeful... Why must one be so pessimistic? Or am I just cheating myself? Just look at how it is now... Detestable... I am being stubborn but its something I chose. Why do you wanna give up on something that you finally realized is something you wanted all along? Perhaps it bears no fruit by the end of the day, bt perhaps it will. Nobody know... aren't we all being hopeful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its not about being better off. Its not about better opportunity or finding someone better. Its all about fate. Love is the strangest thing which people just can't explain. We do silly things... though it might be difficult but its the outcome and matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it definitely takes two to work... but look at it this way... it has to start somewhere? Someone has to make the move else there will be nowhere... Timing too is a factor... sometimes when the time isn't right, you just can't budge it. Just when the time is right, puzzle pieces will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps... So am I contradicting myself now? Yes... I am again... Patience is the key... but I am impatient... Time will tell it all... perhaps I will change in time too, learn to let go and find happiness elsewhere... but I am sure as of what I want now after all that's happened. I take my stand. Just hope that I am emotionally strong enough to live through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how you did it... its tough... I realize...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2270546697327378663?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2270546697327378663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2270546697327378663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2270546697327378663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2270546697327378663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/transformation.html' title='A transformation'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8102157030768744039</id><published>2008-07-09T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:05:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you too late...</title><content type='html'>It always begins with 2 person knowing each other; of course! else where won't be a story to tell... All my life, I've yearned the TLC of a partner and it is my own dream to be able to care &amp; love a person with my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it all starts with a spark, love at first sight or whatever you call it.. but it usually doesn't work at all for me. Why? probably because you lose your common sense the moment you fall straight for a person. I've seen and been through a lot of heartaches because of this. Still it was good experience and it taught me a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a few long term relationships but I would dare say that I couldn't be more happier on my last encounter. Why and what makes it so special? She's the person whom I spent some time with, slowly fell for her, gave my all to her courtship and she nodded to me when I told her of how I felt. If this was a movie, it was already a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at cloud 9, couldn't believe the answer I got (of course I was damn happy), butterflies and everything. I secretly told God, (thank you thank you thank you thank you... she's all I could ever dream of). Life has never been that great up till that point. Someone whom actually I loved really did love me in return! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shy at first... probably still can't believe that I've got such a lovely girl by my side. I still could recall the very first day I held her hands. I tried to reach out my hand, then pulled it back and again... well... it took me long enough to do so and when we held hands... I just blushed... That feeling was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cared a lot for me and I'd love very much to pamper her. Her gestures, her concerns... it was all so sweet. We had a lot of plans going on... this little thing, that little thing... and it was sweet. Life was just never boring and what was once gloomy I soon had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a low self-esteemed person, I couldn't be much prouder. I was very proud of my partner and still very much at cloud 9. It was all ideal, we never had any arguements or that was what I told her. "let's not be like other couples that argue, we should talk things out if there's anything wrong". Maybe... that was just too ideal. Still it was very much like a perfect dream, my perfect partner on our very first anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years passed, we slowly fell into the old couple category... we argued a little and life just got routine. Perhaps it was just too comfortable that we took it for granted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, is truly where my story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never should you doubt the one you love and care... You'd live to regret it, and now I know... it hurts a lot and what can you do except for accepting this fact already? Never doubt your own feelings as well... I was stupid... silly... lost somewhere in between with questions like if i still loved her that much, or even if its what I really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, you will all never know until the ultimate punishment chases after you. You will only know how much you value it until its gone... Sad but true... and probably humans are just being themselves, afraid of being hurt, afraid of being let down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is really hard to gain... once lost... you might not be so lucky to earn a second chance. While some are lucky enough some are not. Why? I always asked myself... to err is to human... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take blame for part of what's happened... I admit and won't run... Its really tough when you try to struggle against the odds... against the tide. Once you realized something but only to find it too late, it kills... so what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken player, the memories rewinds itself over and over... sweet yet sad. I've learnt my lesson... yes i do... only if i could... i tell myself... only if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is... I loved you too late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8102157030768744039?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8102157030768744039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8102157030768744039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8102157030768744039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8102157030768744039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-loved-you-too-late.html' title='I loved you too late...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6085946142735399031</id><published>2008-07-08T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:17:52.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love will get you home...</title><content type='html'>Dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99142a7ac0d93aa7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99142a7ac0d93aa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CA1055DD611B7DA25BF1FE563EE633171E8786F.3EB82BFA7CD328C228A8089C566B285A05C8ECF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99142a7ac0d93aa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaJw0YPgi-uzuF38JHtkbFdj0crM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wander off too far, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;When there's only you to blame, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;br /&gt;get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home, &lt;br /&gt;Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6085946142735399031?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99142a7ac0d93aa7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6085946142735399031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6085946142735399031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6085946142735399031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6085946142735399031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='My love will get you home...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-853508599183464480</id><published>2008-07-06T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:39:33.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>Sometimes being "too smart" or informative isn't a good thing. As the saying, ignorance is bliss... The more you dig, the deeper the hole gets but without a proper verdict, you'll always be playing assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out too much and of course but not everything, which makes it a dangerous and difficult position. I would like to think otherwise... give the benefit of doubt.. positive. So am I just fooling myself? Or is the truth just plain simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... no one will know unless it comes from the mouth of the witness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection! ... too much of Phoenix Wright games lately....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-853508599183464480?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/853508599183464480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=853508599183464480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/853508599183464480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/853508599183464480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is bliss'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2857750821235066275</id><published>2008-07-04T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:49:33.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempurna...</title><content type='html'>yes... humans are stupid... only to realize what's important when things are lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-922e5c69cf886f41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D922e5c69cf886f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D522566E881678BEE429BFE58781CF46790142A86.7023C443A7F692EC1DD299D5703B9859135885BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D922e5c69cf886f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlRO2vd5aK-9AkMqMYr2-QcC5Zn8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D922e5c69cf886f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D522566E881678BEE429BFE58781CF46790142A86.7023C443A7F692EC1DD299D5703B9859135885BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D922e5c69cf886f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlRO2vd5aK-9AkMqMYr2-QcC5Zn8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau begitu sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Di mataku kau begitu indah&lt;br /&gt;Kau membuat diriku akan slalu memujamu&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan slalu memikirkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa ku bayangkan hidupku tanpa cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan mampu menghadapi semua,&lt;br /&gt;hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah hidupku, lengkapi diriku&lt;br /&gt;oh sayangku kau begitu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempurna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;br /&gt;saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;kau bisikan kata yang hapus semua sesalku&lt;br /&gt;(*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2857750821235066275?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=922e5c69cf886f41&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2857750821235066275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2857750821235066275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2857750821235066275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2857750821235066275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/sempurna.html' title='Sempurna...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6063080111000268230</id><published>2008-07-04T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:55:52.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please just kill me</title><content type='html'>2nd hell started... who would give a damn? just kill me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6063080111000268230?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6063080111000268230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6063080111000268230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6063080111000268230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6063080111000268230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-just-kill-me.html' title='Please just kill me'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-3255246108806597084</id><published>2008-06-12T21:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:01:20.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmbop / I will come to you...</title><content type='html'>L: Been on a lyric spree... Feels like I'm drownin in all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ13wNWPP_g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MmmBop (click for vid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many relationships in this life,&lt;br /&gt;But only one or two will last.&lt;br /&gt;You go through all the pain and strife,&lt;br /&gt;Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. They're gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so hold on to the ones who really care,&lt;br /&gt;In the end they'll be the only ones there.&lt;br /&gt;When you get old and start losing your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me who will still care?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me who will still care? Oh care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMBop, ba duba dop ba do bop,&lt;br /&gt;Ba duba dop ba do bop,&lt;br /&gt;Ba duba dop ba do. Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;MMMBop ba duba dop ba do bop,&lt;br /&gt;Ba duba dop ba do bop,&lt;br /&gt;Ba duba dop ba do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in an MMMBop they're gone. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant a seed, plant a flower,&lt;br /&gt;Plant a rose, you can plant any one of those&lt;br /&gt;Keep planting to find out which one grows.&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9YJ38NfmS0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Will Come to You... (Click for vid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have no light to guide you&lt;br /&gt;And no one to walk to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;When the night is dark and stormy&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better days&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear when your tears are fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I will hear your spirit callin'&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I'll be there come what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have no light to guide you&lt;br /&gt;And no one to walk to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;When the night is dark and stormy&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even if we can't be together&lt;br /&gt;We'll be friends now and forever&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that I'll be there come what may&lt;br /&gt;When the night is dark and stormy&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody we can turn to&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll always understand&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel that your soul is dyin'&lt;br /&gt;And you need the strength to keep tryin'&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach out and take your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach out and take your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;When you have no light to guide you&lt;br /&gt;And no one to walk to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;When the night is dark and stormy&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come to you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: This song goes to myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-3255246108806597084?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/3255246108806597084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=3255246108806597084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3255246108806597084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3255246108806597084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-come-to-you.html' title='Mmmbop / I will come to you...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8159273863860886572</id><published>2008-06-10T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:54:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U make me wanna...</title><content type='html'>always loved this one... oh crap! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49a38675642e815f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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hurting all along,&lt;br /&gt;Someway let me know, you want me girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you see me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a poor man and you're the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're the only thing that I really need.&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that these feelings won't end no, no.&lt;br /&gt;They'll just get stronger if I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm tired of being friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;And could you tell me do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you see me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a poor man and you're the queen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're the only thing that I really need.&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you home real quick&lt;br /&gt;And sit you down on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Pour some Dom Perignon and hit the lights out.&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can make sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll take it nice and slow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna touch you like you've never know before&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make love all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall.&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8159273863860886572?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=49a38675642e815f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8159273863860886572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8159273863860886572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8159273863860886572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8159273863860886572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/06/u-make-me-wanna.html' title='U make me wanna...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6867431569688145363</id><published>2008-06-09T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:05:40.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>Lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6867431569688145363?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6867431569688145363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6867431569688145363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5283888954072671029</id><published>2008-06-08T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:35:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a bolt of thunder, it struck... almost inevitable, so certain like death... will there be miracles?</title><content type='html'>enerix: Like Newton with his apple drop, it just struck me dumbfound. My time around is limited... There is only so much time till the day where we need to part ways... the countdown begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-358c311e0737a1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8525389955304154947</id><published>2008-05-27T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:17:55.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle...</title><content type='html'>You thought we'd be fine&lt;br /&gt;all these years gone by&lt;br /&gt;now your askin me to listen&lt;br /&gt;well then tell me bout everything&lt;br /&gt;no lies we're loosin time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is a battle&lt;br /&gt;and its your final last call&lt;br /&gt;it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know&lt;br /&gt;but why aren't you sorry, why arent you sorry, why?&lt;br /&gt;this can be better, you used to be happy, try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got them on your side&lt;br /&gt;and they wont change their minds&lt;br /&gt;now its over&lt;br /&gt;and im feelin like we've missed out on everything&lt;br /&gt;i just hope its worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is a battle&lt;br /&gt;and its your final last call (Why'd you have to let it go)&lt;br /&gt;it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know (cant you see you hurt me soo)&lt;br /&gt;but why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?&lt;br /&gt;things could be better, you can be happy, try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is a battle&lt;br /&gt;and its your final last call....&lt;br /&gt;it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know(cant you see you hurt me so)&lt;br /&gt;but why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?&lt;br /&gt;this can be better, we can be happy, try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle and its your final last call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8525389955304154947?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-784302442615826183</id><published>2008-05-27T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:38:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Loving Memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died on this day...&lt;br /&gt;-Messed up but loved you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Dec 2004 - 26 May 2008&lt;br /&gt;(3 yrs 5 mths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-784302442615826183?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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(sane writing)</title><content type='html'>It has been an awful long week since... since I can even remember. It all just happened so quick and my reflexes are catching up late. What am I feeling now? Hollow... Empty... Numb... that's what I'd tell you. Am I sad? I can't tell at all. Been repeating this quite often now; I have no tears, yet I couldn't put up a happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd just stare blankly out to space, wasting the minutes of the hour just like that. What's to regret? and no one's to blame for anything like this to happen. Don't know... maybe really sendiri "lor lei jin". I am getting insane... probably just a bit... Work's also particularly irritating recently. I'm slowly transforming into a salarymen, with those usual problems with office; boss, boss's boss, somebody's boss, and the difficult people that you gotta deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything that's happening recently... I can only say a thing, TROUBLESOME!. Sometimes I just wish I can dream it all off from my routine. In times like this... I believe I've some sort of saw God. Believe it or not, these things are eeriely true at times you need it the most. I went to church one day, willingly... yes.. you heard me right... the once table sitting, I'm never satisfied with your answers, nerve wrecking fool in moral classes is actually going there. It all just falls into place like the puzzle pieces coming together, at the right place and right time. Even so, Eugenism still rules! It was all cool and listening to advices that relates and makes sense really is comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized a lot during these times. I've changed... a lot. From the innocent kampung boy, I've transformed into a wicked little bugger. The only thing I realize didn't change was my indecisiveness on most of everything. I'm never here nor there. I just couldn't make up my mind. I've made up my mind on several occasions in life but, there's always a but... so... but... it somehow changes along time and I am back at square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this all that's happened is a sign... an omen of sort. To tell me that its time to start anew. I will... I promise. Its time to get things straight, pull myself up together and start making life more meaningful. I'd of course appreciate the hand and company to pull it through... so won't you walk with me? yes... you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2609894418031444812?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2609894418031444812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2609894418031444812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2609894418031444812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2609894418031444812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/05/wont-you-walk-with-me-sane-writing.html' title='Won&apos;t you walk with me? (sane writing)'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1799045302454006411</id><published>2008-05-21T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:04:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't you walk with me?</title><content type='html'>It has been cloudy week,&lt;br /&gt;It has been a hollow week.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh an empty laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I smile an empty smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad but I couldn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am happy but I couldn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;The bitter just isn't bitter,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet doesn't get sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to whine,&lt;br /&gt;I used to mind.&lt;br /&gt;The days I miss her,&lt;br /&gt;Was the day my mem'ries linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not pity, for pitiful I am not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fark... I never meant to rhyme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened,&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;In days like this it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;In times like this my does heart ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In crossroads now... I have to re-evaluate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a hold of the inside me... the other me...&lt;br /&gt;In time I hope, I will return.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it all, to start anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1799045302454006411?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1799045302454006411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1799045302454006411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1799045302454006411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1799045302454006411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/05/wont-you-walk-with-me.html' title='Won&apos;t you walk with me?'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6545021785808867363</id><published>2008-05-21T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:36:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One...</title><content type='html'>Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e: can't believe i'm sobering over saddistic songs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6545021785808867363?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6545021785808867363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6545021785808867363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6545021785808867363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6545021785808867363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-one.html' title='Only One...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-3720118368247330562</id><published>2008-05-19T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:43:30.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-3720118368247330562?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8608222144800689852</id><published>2008-05-12T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:29:29.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ego Has Landed</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days of hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of patience,&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came are the days of despair,&lt;br /&gt;Came are the days of retaliation,&lt;br /&gt;Came are the days of refutation,&lt;br /&gt;Came are the days of sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego... has finally landed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8608222144800689852?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5328463594933598839</id><published>2008-03-10T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:14:11.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is about hopping past obstacles, then these days truly have been those difficult ones. Be it work, home or life personally I believe that its finally at those important crossroads that determine my life in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could be someone who tells everyone that I love my work. Work... is work... and it really is envious for those who found their pleasure at work. But because life is not just about enjoying, there are moments of reality that one needs to face. Well, probably I wasn't brave enough to embrace the difficulties that I was about to endure if I really did go into my field of interest. Scrawny pay, long working hours, and so on... The first thing that crossed my mind was, how the heck am I gonna afford to raise a family in that condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, in some sort of way satisfied with my job now. Although not what I intended to do, it is still something that I chose considering the options to get a decent pay and make a living with a family in mind. I am trying to be as independent as much possible from my parents although the fact that I am parasiting at home ... still... :P Yeah... back to the job... its really gotten a whole lot steeper and not one can I can remember of not being forgetful and yelled at in office. Something is just missing from my life. I know I could push further but somehow I am feeling the missing puzzle somewhere... Similar to the feeling of being home, I feel incompetent at work. Really wished that I won't have to depend on ppl too much. Rather, I'd like to be someone helpful at work for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home... well, I guess my family has gotten used to my silence and isolation in the room. They used to make a whole bunch of noises and complaints about my routine at home. Its not that I've change or anything like that... I haven't been living with my parents for roughly 6 years now. Although I enjoy staying home relaxing, I ain't exactly a home person. I remember back to as young as 13, I enjoyed staying away from my parents. Homesick only meant sick of home rather than missing it. When will I be able to roam free again? The feeling of being home in your own home is really comforting. I also get this feeling of staying at home... "the more i stay home, the more arguments will come up at home". We will always be kids to our parents so nothing we say will ever go in properly to their ears... and this really is pissing off at times. Adjusting to home is just... another weird task...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really f*cked up recently... Whatever that I stood or believed in actually is heading for a U-turn. Was I being too idealistic? Or is it just plain naive of my thoughts? Probably there was something which I should have done in a long time, but I just couldn't. Someone told me... "Its just so like you"... I was speechless for a moment... but I'd really prefer to be hopeful. My advice? If you wanna live your life, be someone that really live with your "brains" or your "heart". What happens when your brain and heart try to work on the same problem? You get a messed up monkey like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had sleepless nights for the past few days. I had nightmares and ended up waking at 2 -3 in the morning, gasping or palpitating from those dreams. My first string of nightmare began as a result of worry &amp;amp; guilt towards a friend of mine. Just when I can't help feeling restless and lost with those feelings, it had to continue in my dreams. I think I've let her down in some way. Hurting her is the last thing that I would ever wanna do but in some twist of fate, I think I've just done that. If there was anything to make things right again, I'd certainly do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night was also torturous! Just when I thought I could sleep peacefully, I had to dream of work! Isn't working 8 hours a day enough already? Guess it shows how stressful work can be and hazardous to one's mind. Same thing again, I woke up in the middle of the night sweating in a room with a temperature of 24 Celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say good luck/bad luck comes in three... so I hit the jackpot again last night. There was just too much bugging my mind before I went to bed. "what to do?" "should I?" "Is this right?" and kerpowwww! Nightmare 3! This time, in my dreams, I lost someone dear... I was really relieved when I woke up from bed, know that it was just only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless pretty much sums up the feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5328463594933598839?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5328463594933598839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5328463594933598839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5328463594933598839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5328463594933598839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6338478721599130945</id><published>2008-03-08T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:11:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused...</title><content type='html'>What am I holding on to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6338478721599130945?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6338478721599130945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2434338035270458604</id><published>2008-03-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:34:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>I can see the pain living in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to have much more&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart and I simpathize&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never criticize&lt;br /&gt;All you've ever meant to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hold you back &lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say but goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the chance at the kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure i'm worthy of&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is painful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hold you back &lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say but goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;Though it's gonna hurt us both&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way than to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2434338035270458604?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2434338035270458604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2434338035270458604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2434338035270458604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2434338035270458604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4634060402271688134</id><published>2008-02-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:47:25.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see...</title><content type='html'>Childish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4634060402271688134?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4634060402271688134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4634060402271688134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4634060402271688134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4634060402271688134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-see.html' title='I see...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1654677557929634117</id><published>2008-02-10T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:39:54.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is blind but not stupid...</title><content type='html'>Love is blind but not stupid... Someone recently told me this and it does ring a bell or two. I couldn't have agreed more with her. Then again, if love is blind... I am clearly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one weigh love and affection? Full commitment to oneself? Or how do you want to be loved? We yearn for any understanding partner but yet are we understanding at our end? Love isn't just about giving your all to a person. It involves great sacrifices, tolerance, patience and above all your unconditional care. I guess that is how you derive the "love is blind" statement. Loves becomes stupid when you hurt yourself too much. Or when you start to calculate too much or too little that he/she did then something is definitely wrong... So deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relationship ends, it usually leads to some sort of frustration. A feeling that something that's unsettled, restlessness because it could've been better, IF it went this way and so on... but why look back anymore and dwell in it. Let what's past be the past and move on... We learn from the mistake and apply it to someone different. I believe everyone are nice in their own way but if it doesn't suit you, then its not meant for you. The analogy? If you like the shoe but it doesn't fit you no matter what... What do you do? Try to wear it even though its tight or slightly loose? That's still acceptable but you feel the pain in the long run. BUT what if it just is too small or too big? You can't blame the shoe for being not your size isn't it? Just leave it, find another shoe that you love. You still love that shoe but you have to pick another one coz it doesn't fit. So does it mean that you're not gonna love your new shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person also said that sometimes when you dearly love someone, it doesn't mean that you have to be with them. My reply was "so true... yet so sad but true". As the Chinese saying goes "Yau Yuen Mou Fan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the good ol' school days, love was simple. Boy loves girl, girl loves boy, boy tells girl, girl accepts boy, boy &amp;amp; girl giggles all the way... So that was it... The world of black and white. Grey? what is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we grow, we learn that life's just not that simple. Yes, even when you love someone. Love isn't just loving a person anymore. Ideal relationship? There's no such thing if nobody works for it. Are we all that ethical in love? Just ask yourself and keep it to ourselves. There can never be a true black and white in feelings. So most often we end up dating a person we have the "it" factor most but still, we love the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've loved, or found love before... You will understand that it can never be a clear cut between you and your ex. This especially happens when the relationship ended mutually or when a person was asked to be parted. Even when if you were the person who initiated the break-up, you'd still care for the other person because you placed your heart and soul to the relationship before. However, the care and love is an entirely different feeling from those that are in a relationship. Unless, I'd dare say that your previous love isn't love at all but sheer infatuation, admiration and nothing else deeper than that, you will be able to fling your previous partner off just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout Platonic relationships? Do you believe in them? I do ... Sometimes the opposite sex are just slightly more observant about oneself which really is comforting. Take your best friend, one whom you hang out a lot with, share secrets with, be together on every memorable moments with and replace it with a person of the opposite sex. It isn't that hard to imagine right? Well, the only problem or point of argument is, doesn't that sound like your girl/boyfriend already? So lets rewind again... close friend, does everything together... same sex... Does that mean I'm gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really a whole different kind of feeling between your friend and partner. I'd say I love my friend but its not the same type of love or affection that we shower to our partner. If you ask me, I'd put my partner in priority to my friend but then again, because they are my close friend, I'd do the extra mile for them too. I don't mind doing silly things or difficult tasks for my buddies, coz they are my close companion. If you wanna be jealous, just ask yourself how often do we do that for them when compared to our partner? Often jealously occur and heck I am one of them if my girlfriend ever had a close guy mate. Well, I am trying to be as understanding as much as I can but sometimes we're human after all. What's important is that we know our weaknesses and try to work it out. Then again, who am i to judge because I have close girl mates as well.  If we chose that particular person, we gotta have a faith in them, our decision in choosing the right partner. After all, isn't relationships all about trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, trust alone won't work and its not a black &amp;amp; white world we're living in. Tolerance &amp;amp; understanding is pretty much important in a relationship. Lets face it, we gotta give and take in a relationship. Before that, here's an equation love != relationship. In fact, I think it should be put as Relationship = Love + trust + tolerance + understanding + care. Love is only a part of the relationship so don't go whining "you don't love me anymore". Understand this too, before a relationship started, each and everyone had their own lives and there are things that are important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting a relationship meant adding a new value to life and also making little sacrifices as well along the way. Simply put, that to gain anything in life, something must be given up. A person gives up some of the time with their family, time with their friends, time with etc and places it into a new slot called Love. While a person is wiling to give up certain things in life for you, there are certain things that they cannot give up for you. For that is what's unique about them and what makes them the way they are. One cannot just simply demand that they give up what's important to them and argue that he/she is less important. That would only be foolish for you are trying to take the person in whole. Think about it yourself. Doesn't everyone have a certain thing that is important to them? What if your partner ask you to drop them out? Are you willing to drop anything at all that your partner asks you to? This is where tolerance &amp;amp; understanding come in place. If you can't change something, you've just gotta learn to respect one's wish. Either deal with it or lose it. It doesn't mean that your partner doesn't love you or you are less important. It is something that's just on a different category of importance. Parents -Best Friend - Partner... How do you compare ??? Do you love your mother more than I do? Isn't just silly? They are equally important if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the term "white lies are ok". And why not? If a lie is for the better of a situation, wouldn't you tell it? Lies are bad but white lies... tell me who doesn't tell a little lie? I've told white lies... so tell me... you be the judge for those who've known me... am I wicked? Do I need to slapped with a huge "SAMAN!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to cling to the word love as a reason for everything... its only a part of a relationship if you are ever looking for one. After all, love is only a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enerix: "No feeling is ever permanent. God created it that way so we don't have to suffer when we lose someone. The only way to prolong a feeling is that you renew it yourself..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one is made a mind reader. While some might be observant, they will never be accurate all the time because people change along the way. God also intentionally made people not a mind reader... yeah, of coz it'd be good and convenient but say goodbye to freedom of privacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up... am very confused &amp;amp; disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anti-social-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1654677557929634117?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1654677557929634117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1654677557929634117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1654677557929634117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1654677557929634117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-blind-but-not-stupid.html' title='Love is blind but not stupid...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2199479241914804430</id><published>2008-01-26T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:44:49.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2199479241914804430?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2199479241914804430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2199479241914804430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2199479241914804430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2199479241914804430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4679861312986179566</id><published>2008-01-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:26:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been up till now? It has been quite some time since I ever talked to you hasn't it? Many things have happened since the last I saw you, yet so little things that I can describe to you. I'm really sorry for not writing or talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I haven't been myself at all in these few months. SO much has changed and I really am confused with myself. I couldn't find the right words to speak to you because I couldn't find the right words to present to you. I did wrote to you many times, but always get stuck in the middle of my own words. Probably I thought that there were nothing worth for you to keep in mind about. Perhaps I overlooked again, and failed to realize that all you wanted what to know the bits and chips of my daily life... I know that I would be interested to hear your words, from your lips... if that is ever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some time to realize that, everyday is a day to be cherished. Nothing is to plain or boring to tell you. For you are miles away, the only way to keep our distance close was to let you in on our lives. I don't think that you can ever reply me, but I'll make the first step anyways to let you know how I've been doing. Perhaps one day, someone will pick this up and exchange messages with me. So until then, I'll try and promise to keep on writing, till the day we pick each other up away from the gloomy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stuck at difficult choices in life? I sure have a hell'o lot of it. I guess the question is, how do you measure happiness? Do you thrive for the best? If so, when would you be contented? The term "don't be greedy" alway come in mind but yet, "always strive for the best" is advised. Again, the most logical explanation is to use the advice at a proper time and situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been unhappy yet contented at the same time. So tell me... what should I do? Should I strive for happiness and leave my sense of fulfillment behind for the unknown? While many has told me that we should alway seek for happiness but yet, is there a way to be truly happy? Nobody knows... Its been a circular journey so far; Every time I moved ahead, I end up at the same position again... Feeling bitter rather than sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it felt like my struggles in life is all meaningless. I've had dreams, goals &amp; wishes. What has happened to them I wonder... All crushed to bits by the waves that hit me hard. Did I not try hard enough? or was it just too much to handle? Despite feeling dark and down, I always carried a glimpse of light called hope. It was the hope that kept me moving, hoping that one day things will turn for the better, and on... building up the dreams together with the person I cherish most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, HOPE is such a strong yet brittle word. My light is dimming day by day... I wonder how long would it keep burning? Perhaps I am just too tired, too frustrated with myself. I guess that its time to take a break... A holiday... A long vacation...&lt;br /&gt;and If someday I do return from my journey, or even crossed your path... Would you be my hope, my light? In return, I promise that you'll always be kept close in my heart and soul, like a beautiful fairy tale where both you and me find our happily ever after, Together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ramblings of a semi-conscious other me...-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4679861312986179566?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4679861312986179566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4679861312986179566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4679861312986179566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4679861312986179566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-647953444186608156</id><published>2008-01-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:30:26.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my hearts content...</title><content type='html'>you amaze me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-647953444186608156?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/647953444186608156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=647953444186608156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/647953444186608156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/647953444186608156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-my-hearts-content.html' title='To my hearts content...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6975163037062378700</id><published>2008-01-18T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:45:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Who is responsible when someone did something to you that you hated? While it might seem that the initiator being the baddie, this isn't always true for people living with different understandings. So how do you hate a person for not knowing what you like or dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons do make a lot of sense at times. Remember the scene in Chicken Little where Abby Mallard told Chicken Little about having closure with his dad? When both party aren't communicating well enough, it would only spell misunderstanding. If you're never going to be honest about your feelings, then nobody will understand you. I really do think that we need to be more honest about how we feel in building a good relationship with anyone that we treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a global environment reminded me that there are many people in the world. We are all different people, with different names, background, and culture. So how do we work together as a team? It really is difficult and sometimes offensive when you don't understand a certain people's action. For example, a "thumbs up" in a country (i've forgotten where but its true) means the opposite to "excellent" in our terms. It is important for both of us to understand each other's cultures and habit, so that you might not get offended. From there on, we mutually develop an understanding to respect our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand why people prefer to hide their emotions so deep inside. While it means privacy to you... we must learn to express ourselves a little so that people will know you better, and learn how to respect and treat you better. Who can you blame when someone did things that hurt your feelings? How would've anyone know if you never expressed or made known you hate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are a few "gifted" people who are sensitive enough to know what you think by just looking at your actions, there are only a handful of people around you that is capable of doing that. Still, we are never born mind readers and humans, do change in time. So what might be accurate now might not be the same for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a personal point of view, I find it very hard to grasp and somewhat annoying when a person has an issue with you but don't try to work it out. Rather, they expect you to realize what they dislike and the irony is, they try so hard to hide the fact that they DO hate it. I believe you can't hate people out of your own expectations. Its only fair to say that you're disappointed when someone failed your expectation, with prior knowledge that they knew what was expected from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it... you want to be mysterious, yet you want people understand you. So which is the actual intention? Its really ironic... I felt like I'm like this too at times... but I realize sometimes to get things moving, you have to be honest yourself first to get the rest of the world moving. Only because everyone is afraid to get hurt, someone must be bold enough to make a move... who knows... the world will revolve in your favour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6975163037062378700?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6975163037062378700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6975163037062378700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6975163037062378700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6975163037062378700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-865599987554765753</id><published>2008-01-14T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:11:55.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 14</title><content type='html'>I resign...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-865599987554765753?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/865599987554765753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=865599987554765753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/865599987554765753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/865599987554765753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-14.html' title='Jan 14'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-3627501917662571714</id><published>2008-01-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:53:32.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World.</title><content type='html'>I've been missing for months now... Just moved to a new house about a month ago and I was internet-less for these few weeks! Oh the agony of no internet. I just realized how  empty the PC would be without the internet. I had to get through a lot of crap just to get the PC hooked up to the net. Its a freaking long story so probably I'll write a separate post on it when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly Happy New Year to everyone! This would be my first post of the year and there's just so much to recap and tell... but, am really lazy now + I've been having the headache since morning. So... I'll keep my grand-uncle stories for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout-out to everyone: I'm sorry for the mistakes I've done, Sorry for the times I hurt you bad, Sorry for the hutang I hutang so long... hehehe (i'd Maybank2U earlier but there was the internet issue for over a month). So... looking forward to a great new year with all of you, my pals, my darlings, my imaginary friends, my pocket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-3627501917662571714?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/3627501917662571714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=3627501917662571714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3627501917662571714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3627501917662571714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello World.'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2437748583974946203</id><published>2007-10-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:42:13.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Condom Story</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. been writing gibberish and making lots and lots of errors. Here's a not so gibberish post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened about a week ago (during hari raya) when I was in Mid-Valley shopping with my friend. My pal and I went shopping (yes... men do shopping too) to look for some stuffs that he wanted. The list was long; spanning from the top to bottom of his feet. It was quite enjoyable really... hadn't been out hanging out with the guys for some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our last stop for the day was Watsons. My friend wanted to look for some prescription medicine and so we headed towards the end of the pharmacy. Right before reaching the pharmacist counter was a rack filled with lots of stuffs... ( I can't remember though..) and at the very end portion of the rack was condoms. Yes, I haven't mentioned that Watsons was on Sale that day... So most of the stuffs we're having discounts; including the condoms. Right in front of the rack was a tag and on it, written "15% off". Hmm.. If i needed it, that would be a great time to get those jumbo packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as both of us walked past the aisle I noticed a man standing in front of the condoms rack and looking at the Durex box. He picked one up and well... maybe he was wondering which one to buy. On the same aisle, was a pretty looking girl standing near the guy. She had the innocent look and quite an adorable lass at first sight. As we walked pass the man, he turned around and spoke to the girl out loud "Look! got discount sammore.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I glanced at the girl and she was blushing with nowhere to hide. Her reaction was like she didn't even knew the guy and immediately walked off the aisle to the next rack, blushinig and smiling away... It seemed that the girl was the guy's girlfriend and needless to say... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess he won't have the pleasure to use those condoms that night after an embarrassing moment at the pharmacy. What would you do... if your boyfriend did the same stupid mistake like him? ... Hmmm... i don't even wanna know ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2437748583974946203?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2437748583974946203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2437748583974946203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2437748583974946203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2437748583974946203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/condom-story.html' title='The Condom Story'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5204666749140503912</id><published>2007-10-08T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:23:17.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your cross,&lt;br /&gt;whatever your pain,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;after the rain ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you may stumble,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even fall,&lt;br /&gt;But God's always ready,&lt;br /&gt;To answer your call ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows every heartache,&lt;br /&gt;sees every tear,&lt;br /&gt;A word from His lips,&lt;br /&gt;can calm every fear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrows may linger,&lt;br /&gt;throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly vanish,&lt;br /&gt;in dawn's early light ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior is waiting,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere above,&lt;br /&gt;To give you His grace,&lt;br /&gt;and send you His love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your cross,&lt;br /&gt;whatever your pain,&lt;br /&gt;"God always sends rainbows ....&lt;br /&gt;after the rain ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5204666749140503912?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5204666749140503912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5204666749140503912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5204666749140503912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5204666749140503912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/quoted.html' title='Quoted...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2291819920500115682</id><published>2007-10-06T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:27:17.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49983524ee57efe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D049983524ee57efe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65516472137353F1F589134FFD0E9A309B669465.4DEA3A5A55A7911323796BB24177D123EEA97F1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49983524ee57efe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBjmF2boRzwEiIIDOQwHFUlHsGP4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D049983524ee57efe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65516472137353F1F589134FFD0E9A309B669465.4DEA3A5A55A7911323796BB24177D123EEA97F1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49983524ee57efe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBjmF2boRzwEiIIDOQwHFUlHsGP4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"You And Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;and me and all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2291819920500115682?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=49983524ee57efe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2291819920500115682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2291819920500115682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2291819920500115682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2291819920500115682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2744763662823427924</id><published>2007-10-05T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:32:42.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Only Natural...</title><content type='html'>I've been going about lately trying to write, express whatever I wanted but it seemed to have stopped in the middle every time. Up till to-date, there are 4 unpublished post still inside my account. What am I to do with them? I've lost interest in them somehow, the story isn't so beautiful anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how life is too in reality. Nothing is perfect and beautiful all the time. Yes, we all know it already but why do we still feel the way we are now? Probably, its only natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I blabbering about? I am not so sure myself... Let's take a break here and step into a sub post ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story of a Boy: In My Perfect World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a dream... of a perfect relationship...&lt;br /&gt;I would love her with all my heart, and she will cherish me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never have to fight, We'll always talk things right.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always hear her out, and I'll never have to shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there right by her side, She'll never have to hide,&lt;br /&gt;For I will protect her, from anything she fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the one she admire, she'll never have to desire,&lt;br /&gt;I'd go with all her wanting, there's never need for calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings they'll never go, till old it will always grow,&lt;br /&gt;We'll see our lives together, our love will never falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My promise to you my dear, I stated it loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile it makes me lift, your recognition my greatest gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               - FIN -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to reality... If only it was this perfect... No matter how I wish and tried, it could never be that great. Love is great, but we are all human after all. Sometimes it gets tired especially when we never get the same affection in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always never appreciate of what they already have. Even when it is good and pure, they will still overlook and yearn for more. The only time they ever realize and come to their senses, is to lose it and regret later. What for? only to lose and realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*here's something that was kept in the draft for a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2744763662823427924?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2744763662823427924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2744763662823427924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2744763662823427924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2744763662823427924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-only-natural.html' title='Its Only Natural...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7445672873158188538</id><published>2007-10-05T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:54:52.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt out of tune to life? Those moments where things just doesn't seem right at all? Nothing happened but you just can't seem to understand why you feel tired and fed up with everything around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days that's happening to me. It might be the work stress perhaps? I've just switch posting again and am holding big responsibilities over my shoulders. Just imagine that you are a... for say... Char Kuey Teow man... the next thing you know, your boss tells you that you are gonna be a VP tomorrow. Yeap, that's how big the gap feels for me now. I'm really glad that I managed to go this far in a year... but (psst... ) fact is nobody dared to take the job and it all comes down to the noobest/freshest of them all... ME! aaaaAAAaaHHHhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further shorten my lifespan by giving me more heart attacks, I was picked/"volunteered"/asked a favour to replace a colleague of mine for on call duty. There goes my weekends... say goodbye to goodnight and sleep tight, welcome horrific midnight calls! Hmm... maybe I should just pretend that I didn't hear the phone ring... hahahaha That would certainly be a good though... Why am I so restless??? This is also my first time on call =.=". Hopefully I can have a peaceful week till next week where I can handover my on call duty to someone else. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe cuz I'm sick? Haven't been feeling well lately. My throat has been irritating me for the past 2 days and I really hate sore throats. I get all gramps when I get the sore throat! I don't wanna be grumpy!!! I'd really love to set my eye of those MC's for being sick right now but I can't! As the saying goes, "Tak harn sei, em tak harn bheng" &lt;--- rough translation: Got time to die, no time to fall ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or  maaaaaaybe... I'm getting fickle minded over personal issues. Sometimes I'd sit at my bed side and my mind starts wandering off.... .... .... Like now... Life hasn't really been rosy for me personally. Work is fine but just don't seem to be happy at home and etc. Don't you just wish that you knew the right path to choose? Choices choices... Decisions... and more of that crap. Ah... I'm really starting to get off to nowhere aren't I? Here's a question, what would you do if you've been hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I need a vacation... A trip to an uncharted island where I could just sit there and all I need worry is about what I'm gonna eat on my next meal... Ah what the heck, I'm gonna be alright tomorrow morning. MMmmnnn... some TLC might speed things up... hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this is a normal thing :&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solitude"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solitude.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7445672873158188538?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7445672873158188538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7445672873158188538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7445672873158188538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7445672873158188538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-555016010952317253</id><published>2007-10-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:09:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairy Tale Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to a wonderful someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a fairy tale princess,&lt;br /&gt;You're like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;You're all hes' ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you never had a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tender voice fills him with joy,&lt;br /&gt;It broke the spell of a lonely boy,&lt;br /&gt;This blessed you he truly believe,&lt;br /&gt;Like Sleeping Beauty a fairy's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brilliant smile lights up his day,&lt;br /&gt;His growing pain you'll ease them away,&lt;br /&gt;This charming you can only compare,&lt;br /&gt;To lovely Snow White only that's fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence felt, he stood in awe,&lt;br /&gt;So lost for words the moment he saw,&lt;br /&gt;This graceful you so treasured in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Like Cinderella who graced down in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Its not a complete post yet and will be updating this from time to time. Hoping this post will grow slowly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-555016010952317253?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/555016010952317253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=555016010952317253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/555016010952317253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/555016010952317253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-fairy-tale-princess.html' title='My Fairy Tale Princess'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7438583190765461606</id><published>2007-09-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:04:20.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my brains...</title><content type='html'>Just a quick and short note... I had lots of stuffs to say... It was in my mind already and er... I just forgotten what to blog about... Signs of aging? Time can be so so so cruel... :P Gimme a few days and I'd probably be able to recall what I wanted to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7438583190765461606?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7438583190765461606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7438583190765461606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7438583190765461606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7438583190765461606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/09/losing-my-brains.html' title='Losing my brains...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-9163300790928908151</id><published>2007-07-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:52:24.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>Been really busy lately in the office and its really killing off my brain. Think I'm turning into a Pig.. Here's an indicator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expansion on waistline - I neeeeeed new pants!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daily routine is wake up - sit - eat - sit - eat - sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only move when I'm pushed to move&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with more crap to unload here. Thanks again for the support. I'm blushing here... not.. :P hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-9163300790928908151?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/9163300790928908151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=9163300790928908151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9163300790928908151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/9163300790928908151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/07/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6232126879667722694</id><published>2007-06-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:42:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It made me smile...</title><content type='html'>Bloggin... It really made me smile to see people actually spending some time to read what's written here. Feels kinda nice that when people enjoy whats written. Heck, I shoulda go take majors in English or literature instead of IT! Thanks for the support :)  (to be continued...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6232126879667722694?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6232126879667722694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6232126879667722694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6232126879667722694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6232126879667722694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-made-me-smile.html' title='It made me smile...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5758955537407905382</id><published>2007-06-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:19:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story that never was...</title><content type='html'>She was gold, and&lt;br /&gt;She was bold, but&lt;br /&gt;He was scared, and&lt;br /&gt;yet he cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was lost, and&lt;br /&gt;There she was, but&lt;br /&gt;He was gloved, and&lt;br /&gt;She was loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed the same, and&lt;br /&gt;still quite sane,  but&lt;br /&gt;She had change, and&lt;br /&gt;She was strange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he stopped, and&lt;br /&gt;He never talked, but&lt;br /&gt;Now he's lost, and&lt;br /&gt;at her cost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fate, and&lt;br /&gt;all to late, but&lt;br /&gt;love they share, and&lt;br /&gt;yet never there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was found, and&lt;br /&gt;Love was lost, but&lt;br /&gt;Love is round, and&lt;br /&gt;Love can bound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5758955537407905382?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5758955537407905382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5758955537407905382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5758955537407905382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5758955537407905382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-that-never-was.html' title='Story that never was...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2350698096965490077</id><published>2007-06-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:06:51.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>When you are lost... remember this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2350698096965490077?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2350698096965490077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2350698096965490077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2350698096965490077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2350698096965490077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7910798252081515795</id><published>2007-06-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:02:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.="</title><content type='html'>Pening pening lalat~ Dun care lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7910798252081515795?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7910798252081515795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7910798252081515795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7910798252081515795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7910798252081515795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='=.=&quot;'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6197218892563776252</id><published>2007-04-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:58:12.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure exactly when it started but I do remember that I was chasing/liking girls since primary school. I always find girls very fascinating and I liked the feeling of having a close friend and someone to console me when I am sad.  Though it might sound corny, I'm sure most of you can relate to this. Heck my classmates were already acknowledging their couples even wat... we were only 11 - 12 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I was seeking love elsewhere because I never had that family touch and love. Its not that my family don't love me, they do but they stopped hugging, peck me at the cheek nor held my hands since kindergarten. I don't remember the last time hugged or held my mom's hands. We won't touch our siblings as well. The moment our shoulders rub, we would already start fighting. Don't underestimate the power of hugs &amp; simple body gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first crush was during primary 6 when I got to know this pen-pal from Penang. HAhahah.. come to think of it, it really is funny and sure brings back some memories. Since I grew up in a kampung like environment, I was pretty shy with girls and well... still not the ladies men till now =.=". Back on those days, snail mail was the IN thing. We would compete to get as much of pen-pals as we can. There was also an international pen-pal society which my sister joined. That was really effective if you asked me. People were really sincere and it was fun anticipating mails from the postmen. Internet? what the heck is that? Lots of butterfly nets stacked up together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where was I? Yeah.. my first crush... Her name was... Mavis... something something. Can't recall her Chinese name. Guess I scared her off when I told her I liked her. That was the last mail I sent and received after that from her hahaha. If she was reading this, I would like to tell her I'm sorry that I freaked her out :P Was still a kid back then and didn't know what I was doing. Well, that was a dumbass move no matter how many times I think about it. I'd really laugh to myself now when I hear that kids in school start confessing to girls even when the results are obvious. Kinda remind me of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we learn along the way. Kids at skool, if you ever bump into this post, its alright to date in school. Its part of growing up but please, keep your little elephant in your pants. Here are something I wanna share with you little guys out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mailing a person less than 10 times won't win you the girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not seeing the person at all won't win you the girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing the girls name and where she lives only won't either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessing to a girl when you have always been practically invisible under her radar is even stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessing when she already tear up your valentines' card or dump your gifts is... I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretending to be macho is useless. Be yourself! If she likes macho and you're not, means forget it. Don't waste your time. You'll forget about her soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act like a wuss and forget any hopes you hear me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Wait.. I think my first crush was even way back than primary 6... I think it might be Primary 4 or 5. I liked one of my classmate and she was also my next door neighbour. I'd always go over to her house in the evening to hang out together. Probably that wasn't really love but childhood friendship where you practically want to be best buddies. I believe she is married now; probably with kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed into Secondary school, things are even more interesting. Hormones raging and also the peer pressure of best friends getting coupled! Damn... I wanna erase those memories away hahaha. Secondary was cool but also the gloomiest moments of my life. I had low self-esteem and hated the way I looked back then and it wasn't really helping at the dating department. Looking back at those years, I realize my mistakes of hating myself. Don't, you'll suffer. Learn to love yourself and bring out your personalities and it will shine. Who do you think would love you if you hate yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, I had several/plenty/uncountable failed attempts at chasing girls during high school. At a point, I was telling myself that I would be a monk when I grow up. The rejections hurt big time, it hurts but it certainly taught me a thing or two. No teacher is better than experience itself. I'd always joke with my friends. Come to me not for advice for courting girls but come to me when you have been turned down. I can ease your pain. After several rejections, you'll learn of what to do and what not. No point in telling people what to do because they won't see how it relates to them. And yes... people just don't listen especially when it comes to this. The biggest advice that you hear is "don't go dating while you're still studying". Seriously, that is really good advice if you ask me now but hey we just don't listen. We only come to sense when time &amp; years pass. STILL, it was good experience to date in school. Better learn when you are young rather than cheated(I am not refering to that... you know what I mean)  for the first time when you are 30. Lagi mau bunuh diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first girlfriend in Secondary 5 and I broke up 6 months later on my b'day. Not a nice gift but I somewhat chose that day to sort it out with my girlfriend then. We met over the internet and erm.... yes... those were the days where you thought everything is possible. Back then I could chat about almost anything and had a great community over the internet. Where have all the chatting juices gone now? beats me... Funny thing is we met only once and dated over the phone after that... so its not much a relationship when you think about it. Oh... before that I had a gf for a week somewhere during Secondary 3... and again.. probably I can't call her my gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days in college was cool. I met a whole new group of friends(some brothers-in-arm too), fell in love and had a fair share of heartaches along the way too. Think it was the Nth time that I faced rejection which already made me immune to it. Still I had that thought of being a monk soon... =.=". On my last term in college, I met this amazing girl. She was kind to me and we somehow clicked well. We enjoyed each others company a lot. She'd drop by and ask about me when I'm sick and well, basically those little gestures was very sweet. Even though she was already seeing someone, it didn't matter to me cuz I know he's been hurting her. It kills me when I see her cry for him everyday in college. Somehow our friendship/relationship ended up sour when I left college. Don't really know what happened but I guess what's gone is gone. We're in ok terms now but just not that close anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to separate Uni later on and life went on without her. I missed her so much, for a year at least since parting with her. Days were gloomy and I just lost interest in everything. The chatty and outgoing me just died back then. I loathed and complained about Uni and hated myself for whatever was happening. Still, things turned out not too bad. I didn't find love but I did find friendship and friends that I appreciate even till now. Some friends that I cared so much that I confuse myself sometimes. All in all, I was contented with what I had then. I was still moaning about the previous encounter that I told myself not to get involved. Still you can't beat the hormones and well, I did resisted temptation for at least 9 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon... Ah, let's just skip this part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present time comes and I guess I found someone whom I can appreciate. Although we tried not to argue like other couples but i think that statement might be slightly a bit over-powered. There's bound to be happy and sad times together and we strive through it together. Its what relationship is all about... right? I was the happiest guy alive when we started off. Things were butterfly'ish and I felt top of the world. As years pass, it just tones down a little but I understood that this was a normal thing. Or izzit? We're still together and I'm glad to have known her. She brought hopes and laughters to my sadistic life; though sometimes we have our ugly moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the happy and sad moments of life in relationships, I'm doubting... what actually is love that I've been looking for? Is it the acknowledgement you get after your countless hardships? Probably its like sex where you actually get the 1 - 2 secs of climax but your exercise before that is freaking long. What do we actually look for in relationships? I know I want happiness, I want to be with my loved one but how do you tell if you've found true love? or is there even such thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6197218892563776252?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6197218892563776252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6197218892563776252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6197218892563776252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6197218892563776252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-928028125647853226</id><published>2007-03-17T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:40:43.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girlfrend, my car...</title><content type='html'>Girlfriends are like cars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: Expensive but if you work hard and earn enough money for down payment, no problem!&lt;br /&gt;GF: "hard sell" but if you work out her heart, she's yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: Choose wisely before you pick your car, you're gonna stick to it for some time till you get enough cash for the next down payment.&lt;br /&gt;GF: Choose wisely, you only get one gf at a time and hopefully only 1 wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: Before buying, the only concern you have is getting enough money for the car&lt;br /&gt;GF: Before dating, you only worry about winning her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: After buying, you worry about maintenance and keeping it in tip top condition&lt;br /&gt;GF: When dating, you worry about maintaining the relationship &amp;amp; keep her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: Don't get a car you cannot maintain, you'll run it down and waste your money&lt;br /&gt;GF: Don't go over your league, patching here and there won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car: Pick the wrong car? not easy to sell off also...&lt;br /&gt;GF: Breaking up is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you lose your car, you go back to public transport&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your gf, you go back to the single population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-928028125647853226?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/928028125647853226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=928028125647853226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/928028125647853226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/928028125647853226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-girlfrend-my-car.html' title='My girlfrend, my car...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-89891655070481860</id><published>2007-03-17T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T03:00:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel wicked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel unsatisfied&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I yearn the impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I frown at reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am changing, for better or worse?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fear...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-89891655070481860?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/89891655070481860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=89891655070481860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/89891655070481860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/89891655070481860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/inner-self.html' title='Inner Self'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1078193772205076248</id><published>2007-03-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:07:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not  a maid!</title><content type='html'>I am not your maid, not a maid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1078193772205076248?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1078193772205076248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1078193772205076248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1078193772205076248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1078193772205076248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-not-maid.html' title='I am not  a maid!'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1132574141047834</id><published>2007-03-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:44:14.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Helpers are like pirated VCD</title><content type='html'>Foreign maids; You need em' and you're also afraid of em'. You worry if they run away, kidnap your children, turns out to be a psycho, rob your house and so on but hey here's the news... They're scared of you too. They worry if you'll torture them, starve them, work them over and etc... Fact is we're scared of each other so we should respect each other if you wanna get things worked out. You know you need them so don't overdo it! Although they are paid to do your biddings, it doesn't mean that they aren't human. Who could work 16 hours every and on weekends too??? Even your mom or wife complaints about the chores they do everyday and they get to rest in between. Then again, if they do the work less than your acceptable cleanliness, why bother hire them when you could do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the industry has gotten bigger and thus we get the lousy service from the agencies. The quality of maids has certainly gotten worse when compared to the earlier days. With more demands of these domestic helper, the agencies will just go to anywhere and recruit anyone to do the work. If they did had a screening test, I'd say they did a lousy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpers now are like pirated VCD while the agencies are just like the peddlers on the streets. Qualities not guaranteed and its your luck to get an acceptable helper. Like a pirated CD peddler, if you don't like your purchase just return it for a one to one exchange. Then again, the quality still s*ck on the next exchange. What happens to the cd that you returned? Its put up for sale again until the next sucker pays for it. There's nothing much they can do about it after the purchase. People just keep on going back to exchange for other defect products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I perceive the agencies nowadays. If your helper is problematic, return it to the agency and they let you pick someone else. Your previous helper is pushed back to the available pool for some other sucker who wants to change their helper as well. What can you do? You've already paid the money and its not like you get a refund. You just end up with more headaches. Why are the agencies like this? Why not do some proper screening and interview before you recruit your staffs? If you did, try harder to improve. Just because people need your service doesnt give you the rights to slack off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1132574141047834?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1132574141047834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1132574141047834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1132574141047834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1132574141047834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/domestic-helpers-are-like-pirated-vcd.html' title='Domestic Helpers are like pirated VCD'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-3237094037760285542</id><published>2007-03-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:53:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich man, Poor man.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of blogs lately as my internet is pretty much filtered. Its the only place where I can find interesting and crappy things to fill up those gaps every now and then. I truly respect the bloggers that takes criticism openly and not filtering comments on their posts. At the same time, I find it most interesting to read the comments from readers as they are actually the main source of laughter. Some people just can't take the joke on the surface. They have to take the jokes on postings personally and start a "crap war" out of it. While I think its entertaining to see the useless fight for who's right or wrong (c'mon, its only a post for pete's sake!), you're only wasting your energy. Your opinion really doesnt change the world. It only goes to show how bad tempered or natured you are when you argue about a little posting. If you want to have a say at things, do it elsewhere which is much more productive.... like I dunno.. go do politics or be someone famous enough to become influential.&lt;br /&gt;Reading through people's comments did made me realize one thing. When you are a nobody, your comments are just rubbish no matter how logical it sounds. Rich b*stard will see you in court if you post things that offend them even just a little and poor kids like us... well... save your breath for something else... Free speech is almost impossible here. If you want that, go migrate to some other country. I won't put any hopes here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-3237094037760285542?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/3237094037760285542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=3237094037760285542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3237094037760285542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/3237094037760285542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/rich-man-poor-man.html' title='Rich man, Poor man.'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-5671398114229281156</id><published>2007-03-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:36:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know if you have YM Syndrome?</title><content type='html'>How to you tell if a person is playing with Yahoo Messenger way a bit too much? Here's an indicator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You always hear "pok!" in your head every now and then, with or without a PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You stare at the taskbar until somewhere flashes yellow and get all excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You shutdown and launch YM! repeatedly until someone msg's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You start msg'ing your own Yahoo ID when there's no one else to talk to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If You have any of the above, you're likely contracted with YM Syndrome! There is no cure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interim Solutions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set "pok" as your HP alert tone so you don't imagine the sound instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide your taskbar so you don't see it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start spamming your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delete your ID from your own contact list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use MSN and risk getting MSNingvitis or GoogleTalk and risk at Googling effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-5671398114229281156?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/5671398114229281156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=5671398114229281156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5671398114229281156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/5671398114229281156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-do-you-know-if-you-have-ym-syndrome.html' title='How do you know if you have YM Syndrome?'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8396825265602308315</id><published>2007-02-28T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:53:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the workstation</title><content type='html'>Its a busy day today. Its already 5.30pm and here I am sitting by the window of my workstation in the office. What AM I doing here??? It started off as a short day in the shortest month of the year and suddenly it changed when I was about to go home :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with some hectic schedule. Its already the end of the month and there are a lot of routine tasks to be completed at this time around. As early as 7.45am, I got the headaches from seeing overdued bills as a result of poor billing process. I wished that I could just take out a lighter and burnt all the bills to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the day, I had to get whatever I wanted to settle before lunch because of some meetings with the managers that came all the way from the states( holiday for them, more work for us). The meeting was scheduled for 4 hours which means that we had no time to do our own stuffs. And so... the rush hour begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, things was almost settled. I could go home and sleep peacefully and suddenly.... why... why did I had to go see my supervisor before going hooome??? *slap myself* I went to surrender my company phone because contractors aren't allowed to have company assets...( Wut? Permanent staffs wont cheat the company izzit? Naweh... How to work for you if you dun trust us? Why bother hiring contractors then?) So anyway, I was dragged into some late night conference by my team lead =.= The meeting won't start till 9pm so here I am... by the window of my room looking out at KLCC, ppl walking home while I rant, whine about staying back! Its a good thing they granted me Internet else I will really turn into stone. I didn't had access to the internet until recently... YUP! what company does not have internet huh??? Mine... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try some self comfort here... Its really nice being in the office. I have half the room and the view is great! I get the feel of a manager's office. The only thing that brings me back to reality is my scrawny pay I get each month and I get bossed around :P Wish I had a camera with me so I can upload some photos here to show you what I am talking about. Then again, my computer's security is so tight, its hard to be called a PC... should be labelled as dummy workstation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... why are we all rushing for work? Why do they managers bother to visit from the states? We are having a teambuilding!!!! YAy!!.... again... for the nth time in my 8 months in the company. Anyway, I am heading off to Genting tomorrow for the teambuilding. I'll make sure I squeeze whatever I can from this trip for making me staying back today~ wakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8396825265602308315?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8396825265602308315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8396825265602308315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8396825265602308315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8396825265602308315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-workstation.html' title='From the workstation'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-4148673388214706753</id><published>2007-02-03T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:54:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a toothpaste...</title><content type='html'>Recently heard of this story from one of my colleague at work. She said there was this couple that they know of, married many years who actually divorced over a tube of TOOTHPASTE!. You know its common that some people like to squeeze at the very top end of the paste as it is convenient to do so. Then, there's the neat freak that likes to squeeze the tube at the lower end so that they can push the toothpaste all the way up. So in this case, the wife was a neat freak and the husband just couldn't be bothered on where its squeezed. So this happened too many times over their marriage and the wife was unhappy about it. She told him to follow her and the husband said "OK!, OK!". Alas, the OKs turned to KO because old habits die hard. They got upset on each other and quarreled on many other small things. In the end? They met at where they started their lives together. The law firm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-4148673388214706753?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/4148673388214706753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=4148673388214706753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4148673388214706753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/4148673388214706753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-of-toothpaste.html' title='The story of a toothpaste...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2597714177340141454</id><published>2007-01-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:26:05.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boss &amp; I</title><content type='html'>One not so fine day, we received a note from our Boss. The subject line was:&lt;br /&gt;"Our daily working hours is 8 daily" or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it was written  something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"We are required to work at least 8 hours daily everyday. I noticed some of you that comes to work and goes for breakfast for 20-30 mins, then take lunch for more than an hour, then you take tea break and go back home sharp 5!" and the mail goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that mail, nobody dared to go home sharp 5 even if they never did any of the above. Well, I was one of the people up there kakakakaka. That was months ago when I had nothing else better to do at work :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an incident at work today. I stayed back late a little. Probably because of that mail.. hehehe while I was packing my bags to go home, I turned around and check if I had missed anything out... well... nothing left... and I headed for the door. I locked my room and there it was... Behind the windows of my room...  I saw my ROOM KEYS!!! Arghhh!!! I locked myself out of the office! Oh booy... My room mate isn't coming to work for another 3 days and my keys are left inside the room... :P Ah heck... I'll see the security tomorrow and get it opened. But hmm... I think I forgotten to switch off the lights as well... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2597714177340141454?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2597714177340141454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2597714177340141454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2597714177340141454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2597714177340141454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-boss-i.html' title='My Boss &amp; I'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-2288035879714768058</id><published>2007-01-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:16:35.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>? can't make up a title for this one ?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... why more lyrics again? Never realized what Hinder was singing either because his voice is just too "sexy" until you can't hear properly the words he's trying to speak! Still, cool lyrics... sad but nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lips Of An Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-2288035879714768058?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/2288035879714768058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=2288035879714768058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2288035879714768058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/2288035879714768058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-make-up-title-for-this-one.html' title='? can&apos;t make up a title for this one ?'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-1077989834644358536</id><published>2007-01-30T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:53:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This song never felt so meaningful before until now. It really sums up on what's happening lately and just felt like posting this up. My mom's been reading lots of horoscopes and shes telling me good things will come soon for me :P Though I usually don't believe them, especially the fat aunty on TV... but this is one prediction I hope will be true. Ahh... I need a holiday! Away from work, away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my Life O.o....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-1077989834644358536?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/1077989834644358536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=1077989834644358536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1077989834644358536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/1077989834644358536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to My Life'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-7778876141350806694</id><published>2007-01-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:18:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something on yer mind?</title><content type='html'>Suddenly humming this song for no apparent reason and was curious so I went to search for the lyrics. Coincidentally, I found a very interesting line in the lyrics. See the 2nd last paragraph, highlighted text. Our MMU gang will certainly get the joke on this one! :P I'm not making this up hehehe! Ya can check this out &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Carpenters%20Lyrics/I%27ll%20Never%20Fall%20In%20Love%20Again%20Lyrics.html" target="_blank"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Never Fall in Love Again - by Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a pin to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for all your troubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you kiss a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get enough germs to catch pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you do, he'll never phone you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm have here to  remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to remind you, here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Toh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-7778876141350806694?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/7778876141350806694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=7778876141350806694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7778876141350806694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/7778876141350806694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-on-yer-mind.html' title='Something on yer mind?'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6188087651720895567</id><published>2007-01-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:56:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions... (are meant to be broken)</title><content type='html'>2007... Time flies and I'm gonna get a year older... *tuut!* I'm already in my mid 20's! C C Mou Sing livin my life... Cannot lah... Lookin' back at 2006 was... well same as any years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already left my yearly resolutions back in school days. I remembered that we used to write an essay in BM and English about our new year resolution every time we got back to school. The last time I wrote on my resolution was... ... ... can't remember no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I finish this piece of writing, I'd like to share a story a bit on some other stuffs. My hands are shaking and I seem to lose my senses on the keyboard. I'm making a lot of typo while typing this thanks to the UNCLE from the CAMRY: BGN 8138 (his 8's on his car plate isn't gonna help him in lucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Back to Resolutions: Things I wanna do this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a raise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a better job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a job I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job, Job, &amp; more Job (ignore this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more productive (at work &amp;amp; life, does not include human population)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get professional certification&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study another language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more independent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better Son, Brother, Boyfriend?, Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a better goal and work towards it (usually N.A.T.O: no action, talk only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better Willpower (refer to item no.10 above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream ( GOOD dreams that become reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being so forgetful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention a better Job already?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Geez... that's a long list is it not? XD. Am I too late for this? its already 7th Jan. Oh well... better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! back to my BGN 3138 story... I was driving at the Sprint Highway... After exiting the toll, beside Philleo Damansara. Oh yeah, before that... A lot of f*kers on the road lately that doesn't use their signal lights when trying to change lanes. Not to mention that they are blind as if there is no side or rear mirrors! This BIG FAT CAMRY suddenly pushed its oversized Hoods into my lane when I was beside the f*ker! Right in front of that f*ker was an oil tanker which was also trying to move into my lane but slowly... Lucky I was driving at 60km/h... and there wasn't any cars on my right... I was so freaked out that I couldn't find my horn! I managed to hit the steering 3 times though, which made 3 teenie weenie farting horn sounds which couldn't wake an ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my angry attitude, I slowed down my car further... waited for the f*ker and I chased his butt for a while... I cooled off a little afterwards but I was still shocked after that. Which made my hands... er... lose coordination a bit now while typing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that these buggers will get their license stripped. There was another idiot previously in MV which did the same thing. That idiot must be trying to impress his girl in his old navy blue Honda Accord. His P license tells it all... Wondering which Kopitiam he got his license from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6188087651720895567?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6188087651720895567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6188087651720895567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6188087651720895567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6188087651720895567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='Resolutions... (are meant to be broken)'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-8180360985000948214</id><published>2007-01-06T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T03:04:04.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana: Best of Both Worlds</title><content type='html'>You get the limo out front&lt;br /&gt;Hot styles, every shoe every other&lt;br /&gt;Ya when your famous it can be kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;It's really you but no one ever discovers&lt;br /&gt;In some ways your just like all your friends&lt;br /&gt;But on stage your a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Chill it out, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Then you rock out the show&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;The best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to movie premieres&lt;br /&gt;Hear your songs on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Living two lives is a little wierd&lt;br /&gt;But schools cool cuz nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Ya you get to be a small town girl&lt;br /&gt;But big time when you play your guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Chill it out, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Then you rock out the show&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both&lt;br /&gt;You know the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and autographs&lt;br /&gt;You get your face in all the magazines&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that&lt;br /&gt;You get to be whoever you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya the best of both&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best of both&lt;br /&gt;Come on best of both&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;Would double as a superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Chill it out, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Then you rock out the show&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together and you know that it's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;With the shape and the hair&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You get the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together, oh ya&lt;br /&gt;It's so much better cuz you know you've got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Let's face it, this is just a song and it happens in the show. You ain't getting best of both worlds in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-8180360985000948214?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/8180360985000948214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=8180360985000948214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8180360985000948214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/8180360985000948214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/hannah-montana-best-of-both-worlds.html' title='Hannah Montana: Best of Both Worlds'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-6470028430762937219</id><published>2007-01-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:50:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if... I made the other decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what its like to have made the "other" decision instead of the one you chose? Or have you ever had the feeling of regret after deciding on something? I know I do... Its not really that great to dwell too much into it and there's just too much in life for you to decide. How far can you worry? Being said that, I'm still a whiner and it makes me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... how many of you out there are that full of life, no regrets and always looking at the positive side?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if... you had to be cruel to find true happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Long long time ago, when the Big Bad Wolf was just a wolf, he believed that the World was just &amp; right. He stood and lived by his morals and life was a bed of roses to him and everyone around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things however, changed and he realized how cruel and deceitful life can be when he jumped into the Muddy Valley a few years back. He turned into a screwed up bastard whose half screwed and half sane mind led him into thinking this question up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question of all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"What if you had to be basket to find true happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Would you do it? Will you take up this role? What do I mean? Whether you are dating, married or "its complicated", will you ever be with another person and leave your partner behind? Let's just have a minute to think here... What if your true "the one" requires you to dump your partner, "spanar" someone, in other terms be the bad guy/gal in your relationship? Will you stand by your builded relationship or will you go with your great admiration? I am not provoking such an act nor do I condone to doing so. There is a moral to this story/question though... wanna know what it is? Ah heck, I'll tell you anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never ever be too comfortable with your position in your relationship that you neglect your role responsibilities"&lt;/span&gt; cuz you dunno when you'll kena spanar'ed! Aaahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are a life long thing. You don't own it forever once you get hold of it but you continuously grow together with it. It is just like planting a tree. you  nurture it and give it plenty of shit... err... fertilizers and water. If you stop shitting it, it'll die off slowly. Too much shit and it dies off too... Wah... so troublesome! Why do we bother giving them shit? Cuz you get a pretty bloomed flower when you do it right. and we love pretty things... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if... I was SuPeR HeNsEm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- I'd be a bastard... -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Just for laughs :P End of post hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-6470028430762937219?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/6470028430762937219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=6470028430762937219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6470028430762937219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/6470028430762937219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-115624260675202726</id><published>2006-08-22T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:46:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fate -</title><content type='html'>There you are,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;At times I'd stare,&lt;br /&gt;Front where I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, &lt;br /&gt;so far away,&lt;br /&gt;I hoped for you,&lt;br /&gt;to look my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;I showed my care,&lt;br /&gt;Were you aware?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go,&lt;br /&gt;As I stood,&lt;br /&gt;I watched you go,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing "If I could"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;I've found my place,&lt;br /&gt;to fill my space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are,&lt;br /&gt;you're back at last,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care,&lt;br /&gt;My time has passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;I have return,&lt;br /&gt;but not my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, and&lt;br /&gt;So did I,&lt;br /&gt;So much we care,&lt;br /&gt;just never really there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- adaptation of the tree, the leaves &amp; the wind -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EL B.B.W-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-115624260675202726?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/115624260675202726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=115624260675202726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115624260675202726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115624260675202726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/08/fate.html' title='- Fate -'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-115436327178763540</id><published>2006-07-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:40:22.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity crisis</title><content type='html'>Who am I...&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, not so glad,&lt;br /&gt;And I frown, just not a clown,&lt;br /&gt;Where is hope, to help me cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I...&lt;br /&gt;Am I a men? Why so much I feel like a women?&lt;br /&gt;Am I servant? Why must I be so obedient?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a partner? Why am I just like a bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... I am not so patient...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... I am not a dummy...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... Who needs your care and attention...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... Who seeks your acknowledgements beyond compare...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... None of the other but the one who loves you most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... I am still sad&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... I am still confused&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... I am still frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... so tired of these games...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... so sick of the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am, but I know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;You are my hope...&lt;br /&gt;You are my faith...&lt;br /&gt;You are a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;You make me sad,&lt;br /&gt;You make me angry,&lt;br /&gt;You make me scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy, but I am glad,&lt;br /&gt;So lost in dreams, So lost in wishes...&lt;br /&gt;So lost in love, So lost in you...&lt;br /&gt;And that is how, I forgotten who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EL B.B.W-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-115436327178763540?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/115436327178763540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=115436327178763540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115436327178763540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115436327178763540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/07/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity crisis'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-115280743097325607</id><published>2006-07-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:22:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ol Same Ol Stuffs...</title><content type='html'>Ah... middle of the night and can't seem so get to slumber... Why?... Same ol' same ol' things... Don't have to mention again... Sleep! Fast fast go back to sleeep! &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-115280743097325607?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/115280743097325607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=115280743097325607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115280743097325607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/115280743097325607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/07/same-ol-same-ol-stuffs.html' title='Same Ol Same Ol Stuffs...'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-114416051137009423</id><published>2006-04-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:19:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c223/enerix/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c223/enerix/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, Meet "Siu Pak" ... direct translation would be "Little White". I think its suppose to be a German Spitz but no one knows because its a stray. Probably a mixed breed... Anyway, this is a tale of a homeless dog that found its way to numerous homes and finally found a permanent home WAY UP THERE!.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Pak, which I nicknamed her as she was a homeless stray and was running around the streets in Kuantan. One one of the many visits to my girlfriend's home, I met this dog that was running/lepak'ing in the lorong of my girlfriend's house. I was already informed of this infamous dog by my girlfriend before I visited her home. I was very keen in seeing this dog as I love dogs a lot(probably being born in the year of dog has a reason to do with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Pak was a stray that looks for food in that particular street. As she looks clean and not so stray like, people around the neighbourhood would feed her. She(the dog) so happened settled down on my girlfriend neighbour's house. This puppy made an unofficial home there and the owner didn't mind too. She had the freedom to roam around but she was a coward who never leaves that street. On the evenings, people will come out and leave food for her to eat. So did my girlfriend's family. They fed her when they had leftovers from dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pup was living happily i guess... Being able to be free yet fed by many. She's very particular in her food as well. She won't just eat anything you feed her :P. When I was there, I became very fond of it and played with it on the afternoons when I was in Kuantan. On the subsequent trips to Kuantan, I'd take the chance to play with the dog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's family didn't really had any attachment to the dog in the beginning. Perhaps it was only natural that after some time, everyone got accustomed with having the dog around and liked it. They bathed the dog, spent more time with the dog... The dog even moved over to my girlfriends house as she was kicked out of her previous home &gt;:P. Its been a while since I saw the silly dogs face. Like my girlfriend said, Siu Pak is coward who never steps out of that road. It really made home there with lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I won't have the chance to see her anymore though... A dog that never left the road, took a long long trip all the way up there... Waaaaaay~ up there. (all dogs go to heaven) Sad but true. Just when everyone loved her, she went out of the road, and probably some drunk bastard or speeding arses knocked it down. She was missing for a day. Everyone misses her, wondering where she went. Then some neighbourhood friends claimed that they saw a white dog on the road. Lifeless... SIUUUUUUUUUUU PAAAAAAAAAAAK~~~!!! May she find happiness in her new found home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... I'm not crazy.... Just someone who appreciates dogs a lot.. Well, that's all I have to share today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-114416051137009423?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/114416051137009423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=114416051137009423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114416051137009423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114416051137009423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/04/dog.html' title='The Dog'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-114407096963701651</id><published>2006-04-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:24:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uncle</title><content type='html'>This story happened quite some time ago. Who was lost in the scenario? I'm still puzzled. My girlfriend and I were having breakfast in Puchong before heading out to 1U last week. We reached our usual hawker centre and sat down on a table and minutes later a "attendant" came over and took our ofder for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering our drinks, we started to think of what to eat. I asked my girlfriend of what she wanted and I would go place the order for her. Anyway, she insisted that she go and place her own order because the last time I ordered for her, it wasn't what she asked for. Oh well, anyways as I watched her walking to a stall and ordering, I was standing beside our table and looking at the available stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my girlfriend came back, I turned around and to my surprise, there was this UNCLE sitting at our table. "........" . I was stunned for a while. While some might argue because I wasn't sitting down at the table, my hand and whole self was at the table. Doesn't that give you the impression that I was there all the while???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I politely told the UNCLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur Me        : "excuse me uncle, but you are sitting at our table".&lt;br /&gt;Blur UNCLE: "how many people?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still blur......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur Me        : "2 person".&lt;br /&gt;Blur UNCLE: "Sit lah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.... Huh? Anyway, I just sat down and asked my girlfriend to sit too. I thought the uncle wanted to sit together as there were 3 seats altogether and the place was full already. My girlfriend seemed pissed as some "wan katt" man came over and sat on our table. Anyway, the uncle was kinda "jijik" as he kept on blowing his nose while eating. No comment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left after he finished his food and we left minutes after that too. After we entered the car, my girlfriend was still looking upset with the situation and we had a little talk. Only then that I realized that the UNCLE thought that we were asking his permission to sit on the table with him. I am lost for words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-114407096963701651?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/114407096963701651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=114407096963701651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114407096963701651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114407096963701651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/04/uncle.html' title='The Uncle'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15223443.post-114296693965180032</id><published>2006-03-22T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:48:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Messenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you Yahoo? MSN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant messengers are fun and funny at times. Been using it for ages and you can see funny messages posted up on them. People often leave status messages that are fun to read and it can be quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now, those of you who uses them realizes that there are other use for it as well. Some people do advertising with them and well, some would use it as a means of war. Sometimes you see people leaving hate messages across one another and to think of it.. its kinda childish. You leave some hate messages and hopes that everyone reads it too... What are you trying to get at? Its time to grow up people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15223443-114296693965180032?l=enerix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/feeds/114296693965180032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15223443&amp;postID=114296693965180032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114296693965180032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15223443/posts/default/114296693965180032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enerix.blogspot.com/2006/03/messenger.html' title='The Messenger'/><author><name>enerix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12703515747527805058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VpMUu9mRmQ/SXR00FmeWWI/AAAAAAAAABw/4DPeGBsGBtE/S220/DSC02564-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
