<?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-19288954</id><updated>2012-01-20T01:33:24.387-08:00</updated><category term='Eatery'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Stuffz'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='My Randoms'/><category term='Stupid Frenz'/><category term='Self Discovery'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Scenery'/><category term='News'/><category term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Adam Kuek - The Other Side</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi i am Adam and i hate MATHS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8658593584400459398</id><published>2011-04-22T10:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:41.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Ponder this</title><content type='html'>There are things in life that does not work out as we had hope for. In most cases, a relationship. Pondering and regretting about it does not even help the situation. In fact it worsens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened, has a reason to it. Whom you know now, and who you knew back then, it's all scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy letting go of someone you love, but it's easy to spot someone you will click with eventually. So, chin up and cheer up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8658593584400459398?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8658593584400459398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8658593584400459398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8658593584400459398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8658593584400459398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2011/04/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder this'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1634974260775734180</id><published>2011-01-15T04:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T04:04:07.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Unconditonal love, undying sincerity. Faihthfulness towards the very end. It was written for you. For the best moments you had given me, only the best, never an ounce the less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost when you found me,&lt;br /&gt;My world changed when you took me in,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me what life was to be free,&lt;br /&gt;I only could secretly thank you from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be, Could it be,&lt;br /&gt;That God had took you away from me,&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, the way you hold &amp;amp; moulded me,&lt;br /&gt;The happiest in this world having you , beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Between all the laughters &amp;amp; tears ..you had agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness is what is left in me,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is the only wish in me you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you felt the same, to leave so switfly,&lt;br /&gt;Being here at that very place we first met,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i shall wait for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Until i finally see you at my very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adamkuek- 15 / 01/ 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1634974260775734180?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1634974260775734180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1634974260775734180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1634974260775734180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1634974260775734180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-goodbye.html' title='The Last Goodbye'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8706633304408146201</id><published>2011-01-12T08:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:37:46.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish everyone who so happens to drop by my blog a happy happy new year 2011!!! It may be a full 13 days after new years but who gives a shit right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your new year be filled with joyous occassions and happy memories and of cause, to those pretty single ladies out there, do drop me a text msg. 010 409 8898.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on a hunt for a companion to accompany me through out Chinese New Year. You never know how lonely one can get around those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you it's a one off offer and it will be on a first come first serve basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested chicks who are desperate and dying to be not-single during that time, and who wants a bit of fun and laughter, please consider texting. No harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay pretty and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8706633304408146201?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8706633304408146201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8706633304408146201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8706633304408146201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8706633304408146201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3971716041602992278</id><published>2010-11-01T09:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:21:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Unbearable..</title><content type='html'>It has just reached mid-night and i am still wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly has been a tormenting week for me, due to several issues, affecting me both financially and relationship wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the weather outside is not favoring me too much as it had started raining like theres no tomorrow. It's raining as if typhoon Megi just passed by. The trees are shaking and huge droplets of rain come splashing against my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sums up my week to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week started off pretty bad, when my world literally came crashing down after my so-called ex decided that we probably had reached the end of the line. Freedom was her main reason excuse. I just don't buy that type of shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, i noticed a considerable amount of change in her ways, thinking and style. It must be down to the people she mixes with either in school or outside. Not good friends indeed. She had been spending time with people whom she should be staying away from but due to her stubborn nature, a little advice from me would actually cause her to throw a tantrum. Very disappointing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to be given her own space, or in other words, to be left alone to do whatever she wishes. But had she not known, all these while, i am the person who should be asking for it instead of her. I gotta admire her swift response and request for a quick way out without giving me a proper reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel that she is losing herself. She could not even trust people who are close to her, let alone her family members. That's really a sad thing indeed. If i am her brother or some shit, i would gave her a whack on the head to wake her up. Too bad, i can't. But i would love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bullshits after bullshits were spewed out. None of it makes sense and i went home extremely agitated by events that unfolded few days later. My questions were not properly answered, and if it had been answered, it wouldn't make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i took the bullet and accepted things as it was. I've learnt that when it comes to separation, nothing makes sense at all, and if we were to put some sense into it, no one would have asked for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my first time, i could officially close this case as my third time. All i wanted was honesty. Hope she learns from it with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - end -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3971716041602992278?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3971716041602992278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3971716041602992278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3971716041602992278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3971716041602992278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2010/11/unbearable.html' title='Unbearable..'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3157834789951960361</id><published>2010-10-27T02:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:16:07.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>Time changes me</title><content type='html'>3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes a person. Time changes everything. Their believes, their thoughts, their companions, their friends and their destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years was all it took to changed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it was too late to regret, but never too late to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly do missed the good ol' days hanging out with my mates and do whatever i wanted. Even though 3 years passed which i somehow find myself engaged in a daily exercise or routine to be with that someone, somehow i never forget my friends or those who are close to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always kept them in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they shall accept me back as the person i am, not the person i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3157834789951960361?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3157834789951960361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3157834789951960361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3157834789951960361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3157834789951960361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-changes-me.html' title='Time changes me'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7864237060673367995</id><published>2010-10-27T01:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T01:56:17.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>Light at the end of the tunnel?</title><content type='html'>You left without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better not knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you already had took a long while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end with such a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7864237060673367995?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7864237060673367995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7864237060673367995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7864237060673367995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7864237060673367995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of the tunnel?'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3970073589838676696</id><published>2010-05-24T11:08:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:26:15.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Peekabo ... i See you!</title><content type='html'>Our worst fears finally materialized. My current workplace is offering every workers a chance to demonstrate how well they could perform their duties under the watchful eye of security cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are they trying to rip our privacy to shreds, they are now attempting to take it up another level by installing cameras at the pantry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand their main concerns about our dietary habits, but then i can see no other reason for doing so aside from monitoring our movements, as some of our female colleagues tend to LINGER / LOITER around the pantry in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, i do not agree with the setting up of CCTVs in the office. It's such a shame that my beloved company had stoop so low that they do not even trust their fellow workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they monitoring and why is there a need to incur more money on such costly wastage? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i am giving them the two thumbs up plus a royale middle finger salute for encroaching the privacy of our fellow workers. I don't feel work efficiency shall increase as a result of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest the management to reconsider their panel of decision makers because it seems that they are doing things right financially but they lack that common sense when it comes to dealing with their employees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rude assessment of their capabilities when it comes to dealing with their employees but in order for a company to move forward, they have to stop doing things backward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installing CCTVS to monitor your workers is an added stress to your fellow workers, and stressful workers does not work as efficiently as you think they might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3970073589838676696?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3970073589838676696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3970073589838676696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3970073589838676696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3970073589838676696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2010/05/peekabo-i-see-you.html' title='Peekabo ... i See you!'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7400185099194377932</id><published>2010-05-24T10:34:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:57:54.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Friends or Foes</title><content type='html'>It has been a long long while since i last wrote something and of cause even longer since i last visited facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i went through my friend's status, i realized that one of my colleagues had actually remove me from her friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not surprise me at first, because of the &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I have always been very cautious of engaging in any sorts of friendship especially among co workers, but then never did i envision that she would actually remove me from her friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly shows how depress, mad and uptight she was about me. I had certainly did something that really got on her nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends used to tell me that silence is the best medicine, but i am starting to wonder whether their "useful" advice needs a little tweaking yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started over some tiny matter which to me is tiny, but to her it was probably the biggest deal in the world. Things got a little bit out of hand in between then and in an instance, we were not on talking terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i did not bother to apologize because i felt that i had done nothing wrong. It's not about not being able to be a gentleman. It was about being a MAN and standing up to what i believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i believe in being not apologetic. But to her, apologizing in front of her and her fellow friends is the right way to get EVEN with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, i like you as a person and as a friend, but you have pushed that too far. It aint gonna happen. I made my decisions and probably you did not see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted to say was Sorry for making you mad. But never did i intend on saying sorry to everyone around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you so happen to browse through my blog and somehow you have a feeling i am writing about you, please do not be alarmed. Yes, this is for you and yes i know you are still mad at me and yes have you ever ask why you are still mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably you knew it earlier than i did.&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/19288954-7400185099194377932?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7400185099194377932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7400185099194377932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7400185099194377932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7400185099194377932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends-or-foes.html' title='Friends or Foes'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1402189673309483837</id><published>2009-12-22T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:59:48.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Pregnant Ladies Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cock-Meat Rice&lt;/strong&gt; is the new craving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just overheard something which I deemed worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a friend whose wife is currently in her pregnancy stage. So, there’s a time where they would be craving for all sorts of food. Spicy , Sour and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine told me that she has this weird preference for rice that has the scent of her husband’s reproductive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am traumatized by this. No words could best describe how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of dinner tonight, her husband will be rubbing his family crown jewels and golden scepter with warm rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How REPULSIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there’s such a craving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant ladies. Please enlightened me a bit here. What is your craving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1402189673309483837?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1402189673309483837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1402189673309483837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1402189673309483837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1402189673309483837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/12/pregnant-ladies-craving.html' title='Pregnant Ladies Craving'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3380355488485415236</id><published>2009-12-22T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:09:04.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Bad Working Environment - Session 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bad Working Environment – The Chatterbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have extremely talkative colleagues. They tend to talk and talk and talk to you about everything that is under the damn roof for as long as you can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies had shown that office chatter by talkative employees has emerged as the biggest distraction at work. Worse than &lt;del&gt;pornographic&lt;/del&gt; web surfing, smoking breaks and er….&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;office romance ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**which I may / might had or is accounted for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that every single company you worked in faces the same situation. If there’s one company that guarantees you absolute 0% office politics, that company is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sickening enough to get up from bed early in the morning to know that you are in for another day of un-appreciated office gossips and rumors and I am swollen with pride to admit that I’ve been caught in awkward situations that require me to choose sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is certainly not something that I enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I am going to share about the lady who’s in her 40’s who constantly bombards me with her tittle-tattle about each and every ones wrong doing or sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from dying her hair sparkling red since the beginning of this Chinese New Year, she has rose from some unknown to super stardom in this office. The mere mention of her name sends chills to everyone’s spine. It really is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like her as a colleague for her irrational sudden outburst but then I kinda got bored of it and her continuous harassing of other people’s privacy is leaving a sour note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would often get into a fight over small matters; Most of the time due to jealousy over food? LV bags? Perfumes? Branded goods? Parking Lots? Salaries? Paychecks? Phone calls and Oh, the way other ladies dressed just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what other things / creatures that DOES NOT ticks her off at this moment of time. Psychiatrist Hello? Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, she got into a very huge quarrel with one of our fellow colleagues over a car ride to a hotel. We were supposed to be attending a short talk at this hotel and we decided the most economical way of going is via a car pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally bought the idea of a carpool but however was not impressed with a certain passenger onboard due to the earlier disagreement over some insignificant matter. Over a parking space if my memory does not fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started with a phone call with both ended up yelling profanities at each other ( i&lt;em&gt;n the office&lt;/em&gt; ). Luckily there were no fists coming out from them but a hell lot of saliva was spewed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think about it, I think it’s hilarious for both ladies who had reach their 40’s still bickering over a 6 x 6 parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them wanted to parked at the much sought after parking lot ever since. I do not know why but I eventually had the last laugh and ended up slotting my vehicle there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just can’t comprehend why certain people tend to get so riled up over tiny matters. All this backbiting is just laughable. Oh and I decided not to mentioned about the red haired parrot throwing a tantrum over what she thought that she was not given a fair share of a birthday cake a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am starting to have this immunity towards ladies who constantly gossip and nags. Thanks to Miss 40 years old here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3380355488485415236?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3380355488485415236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3380355488485415236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3380355488485415236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3380355488485415236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-working-environment-session-2.html' title='Bad Working Environment - Session 2'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7397490025166107008</id><published>2009-12-20T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:44:20.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>Happy 26th Birthday Myself !!!</title><content type='html'>It’s official as of today, I am 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s celebration has been toned down DRASTICALLY compared to the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday well wishes have not even reach double figures yet and it’s already reaching lunch time. How disappointing. (shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could take solace from the fact that my friend’s are unable to reach me because i’ve changed my phone numbers quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I did received birthday presents and a few additional wedding invitation from my ex classmates and I thought I was the one who should be receiving gifts during my birthday rather than giving out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, 1 of my friend whom we have lost contact light years ago seems to remember me the very moment he sat down contemplating who to fill in the leftover seats. How considerate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really missed the good ol’ times where excitement filled the air, laughters and cheers came in abundance during my birthday bash the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic beverages were in full flow, X chromosomes were gyrating along the beat, Confettis were thrown from left to right. Firecrackers, Pool parties, Bikinis, Ky jellies ( cough ) and all that. Dang! But that’s the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways let bygones be bygones. So, I am hoping to have a rather memorable 2010 rather than another lackluster 2009. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is worth remembering for all the wrong reasons. Of course, there were a few good ones to be fair. I learnt a lot as a person and I feel that there’s always room for improvement in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a happy new year ( just in case I didn’t get to update my blog on time ). And of course a short note - spend it with your love ones. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7397490025166107008?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7397490025166107008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7397490025166107008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7397490025166107008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7397490025166107008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-26th-birthday-myself.html' title='Happy 26th Birthday Myself !!!'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5280038870705345239</id><published>2009-11-17T18:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:46:22.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>If you only knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you only knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you only knew,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, is the beginning of my heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;Will you slowly let our memories fade?&lt;br /&gt;If I ceased to tell you how I felt, back when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, is the caused of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever admit, it has suffered all these years?&lt;br /&gt;But letting you go takes forever, as it has been my biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew,&lt;br /&gt;Your heartbeat is the reason that I’m alive.&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know, it has merged into a beautiful rhythm in my life?&lt;br /&gt;But if you chose to go, then will all these be worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these, Maybe you already knew,&lt;br /&gt;Your scent, is the only part I could ever have,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, is at the only place where memories are kept,&lt;br /&gt;And your heartbeat shall forever beat (for me) a distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Adam K.&lt;br /&gt;( 18.11.09 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written for those who knew but refused to accept things as it is. It's been a long while since i wrote something like this. In other words, i am trying to sharpen up my writing skills...again. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5280038870705345239?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5280038870705345239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5280038870705345239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5280038870705345239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5280038870705345239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-only-knew.html' title='If you only knew'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8205921017479588049</id><published>2009-10-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:47:05.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Bad Working Environment - The Old Lady</title><content type='html'>I've been fixating my ass in this cubicle for the past 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be honest, it is killing me. Slowly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is emitting bad vibes. Seriously. * I had been losing my bets since the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many female workers around and THAT is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to remind everyone that i am not being prejudice towards anyone or any kind of ladies but then again something just doesn’t seem right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others would give up an arm or a leg to be in my shoes, i on the other hand would give up my all if it means getting out of this sickening place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i further digress, let me share with you about the little problems that i am facing currently. The tiny ones;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Lady:&lt;br /&gt;The young lady who used to sit in front of me has left to pastures new and her replacement is another lady who is nearing her 50's. That digit alone is causing much concern to me.&lt;br /&gt;The alarm bells started to ring a fortnight ago when she refused to accept my kind gesture in offering her a bite-size piece of moon cake and knowing myself well, i do not take rejection lightly, what more to say in front of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;Did i also forget about her reluctance in offering words of appreciation?? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i’ll never know and get to grips with the real reason behind her refusal towards my goodwill gesture but I hope it has nothing to do with medical issues such as diabetes because I am fully aware of how moon cakes are so sweet and rich in sugar… in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole saga troubled me to a certain extent that i started to doubt my abilities in communicating with the ( old ) much matured ladies. I had sleepless nights resulting from it, i started to lose my appetite ever since and i even had visions of myself being rejected as I tried to fit in with the ladies, over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to cope with the rejection. It affected my work performance and it certainly made matters worse as I had to deal with another extremely demanding girl friend at home. My world literally crumbled upon me in a blink of an eye. It came to a point where I contemplated on volunteering myself to be sent into isolation, registering myself into one of the nearest psychiatric wards to recuperate, to stay clear from being hurt and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m known to exaggerate matters beyond description. So, just in case my relatives or friends who happen to read this thinks that I am starting to lose myself, I assure you that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after her initial rejection towards the moon cake ( I know it’s a small deal ) , I embarrassingly admit that I went to my friends for answers &amp;amp; guidance because basically, the only ones who could think out of the box and to see things through all ridiculously impossible angles and perspectives are them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, from what i “heard” from my friends is that if you meet ladies with serious issues, it’s either they did not received some the night before, or they are surprisingly a virgin – An Old One. I said i “heard” but I do not know if it is the truth, but this particular lady who earlier refused my kind gesture are displaying the sort of attitude, behavior and characteristics which my friends were talking about all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll just say that this myth is plausible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8205921017479588049?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8205921017479588049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8205921017479588049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8205921017479588049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8205921017479588049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-working-environment-old-lady.html' title='Bad Working Environment - The Old Lady'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6893413520004845507</id><published>2009-05-22T01:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:05:38.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Perv in the office</title><content type='html'>Everyone's walking pass me in slow mo. Times ticking much slower than usual. I guess it's the sheer lackluster that's infesting this whole damn office and my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that one of this prominent decision-maker in my office is kind of a perv. You're not gonna trick me into telling you. Not so fast yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His much questionable attitudes towards males is very much in the spotlight now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6893413520004845507?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6893413520004845507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6893413520004845507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6893413520004845507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6893413520004845507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/05/perv-in-office.html' title='Perv in the office'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8778302466168345333</id><published>2009-05-12T20:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:40:44.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>New Colleague</title><content type='html'>There's a new colleague in office. It's a she. She told some of the office girls i looked familiar to her. What are her intentions of doing so. I am leaving this for everyone to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8778302466168345333?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8778302466168345333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8778302466168345333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8778302466168345333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8778302466168345333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-colleague.html' title='New Colleague'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-4237795310802761613</id><published>2009-05-12T01:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:40:34.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>Baby, are there any good jobs out there?</title><content type='html'>Okay. Just in case any good samaritans &lt;del&gt;readers&lt;/del&gt; who happens to drop by decides to lend me a hand, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i SERIOUSLY am looking for a new job, better, a new career path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i am writing this out is of cause, i need a better pay and a new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with good advice on how to deal with my situation is very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Kuek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Text me @ 014 687 9316&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-4237795310802761613?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/4237795310802761613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=4237795310802761613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4237795310802761613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4237795310802761613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-are-there-any-good-jobs-out-there.html' title='Baby, are there any good jobs out there?'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-551921797588660859</id><published>2009-05-05T01:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:50:02.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Please Help Your Furry Friends</title><content type='html'>Isn't this typical behaviour of Malaysians? When there is no longer any need of us they just discard you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332250817512727362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Sf_13fch40I/AAAAAAAABME/X8Qy2_AeYP0/s320/puppy_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 300 stray dogs were rounded up by Pulau Ketam residents and deported to an isolated island to fend for themselves.Over half of them are already dead and the remaining ones may not live long. A rescue mission is being mounted and your help is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a heart, please help by going through &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To donate or help, e-mail TV Smith at tvsmith@mycen.com.my or Sabrina Yeap at &lt;a href="mailto:yeapwen@yahoo.com"&gt;yeapwen@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-551921797588660859?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/551921797588660859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=551921797588660859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/551921797588660859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/551921797588660859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-help-your-furry-friends.html' title='Please Help Your Furry Friends'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Sf_13fch40I/AAAAAAAABME/X8Qy2_AeYP0/s72-c/puppy_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3834720800579531165</id><published>2009-04-10T19:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:29:11.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Like a leopard that never loses it's spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Drowning with all the thoughts of feeling lost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would life passed me by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you &lt;strong&gt;eventually&lt;/strong&gt; see me as yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or a reflection of the person &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; used to be in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adamkuek-11-04-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3834720800579531165?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3834720800579531165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3834720800579531165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3834720800579531165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3834720800579531165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-leopard-that-never-loses-its-spots.html' title='Like a leopard that never loses it&apos;s spots'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1504108443500075787</id><published>2009-03-13T20:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:56:05.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>That gentle pat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when your boss gives you that very odd and gentle pat on the back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this morning as i was tidying up some of my worklots, he came from &lt;del&gt;the rear&lt;/del&gt; behind, laid his 70++ hands on my right shoulder and grin cheesily at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, i was totally lost as to what it ( &lt;em&gt;the lascivious look&lt;/em&gt; ) really meant, as he is not known to be one 0f those very approachable type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was taken back by his rather sneaky approach that i hastily asked about what he was doing. To my relieve, he was actually bringing in some of his relative's home grown banana's for my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was unable to hold my own after receiving one of his so-called power pat that i unknowingly ask were the banana's his, of course in a very subtle manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, the banana's certainly looked ripe and elongated. Much like how a male's reproductive system is. Somehow that question got my boss in stiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a wild shot that he was thinking about probably something which i was thinking as well. By the way, despite that rude awakening, i was delighted that each &amp;amp; every part of my bodily appendages stayed intact , for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what might happen when a much older &amp;amp; lonely guy meets a rather younger and energetic guy like me. You go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1504108443500075787?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1504108443500075787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1504108443500075787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1504108443500075787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1504108443500075787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-gentle-pat.html' title='That gentle pat..'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3860993570343085687</id><published>2009-03-09T19:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:08:37.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>If you were my friend..</title><content type='html'>" &lt;em&gt;you're losing each of every friends you have slowly ... but surely.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just can recall vividly how the words were uttered through that sweet and luscious lips of yours my friend. But i have to admit, for some reason , that very reminder of yours keeps lingering at the back of my head no matter how much i try to shove it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you got me thinking if it was true that i am losing my friends just because i spend less time on them laughing, drinking and clubbing til the wee hours then so be it. I will just make do with those who truly "understands" , than rather criticise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What astounds me more is that you, my friend, who is culpable of fault-finding, backstabbing, degrading others at freewill for your own sake and has this overwhelming gift of self admiration of oneself could even advice me on how and what i should and should not do in maintaining a friendship, something which you had failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me to no end of your cowardice which is well known, and of how you preach to every ladies out there of your personal attributes which you generously sprinkled onto yourselve throughout the years somehow had the fortitude to stand in front of me and counsel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested in your so-called "&lt;em&gt;A True Friends Honest Advice&lt;/em&gt;" considering you had been secretly hiding behind that veil while smearing my good name all these years you narcissistic fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just like that two-faced scoundrel from Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry with you, I pity you, my &lt;em&gt;fiend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3860993570343085687?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3860993570343085687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3860993570343085687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3860993570343085687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3860993570343085687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-were-my-friend.html' title='If you were my friend..'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5795427828052558745</id><published>2009-02-22T23:41:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:05:44.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Trimming the lawn...</title><content type='html'>I am totally aware that i don't write alot ever since i got myself entangled in a massive web of girl-guy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting rusty with my ideas and the fact that i have to spend most of my time patronising that someone means i have even less time to log onto my hot chick hook-up sites for extra corricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even football training sessions had been monitored and sort-of controlled by that somebody significantly. The &lt;del&gt;excuse&lt;/del&gt; reason : To prevent me, from getting injured, and injuring others in the process. ( which i really doubt was the main reason in stopping me from attending future football sessions )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i appreciate the concerns regarding on my well-being but then again, i can't see the rationale of having an hour or so off for my football which might hamper / jeopardise the relationship that she currently enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do then when i am bored. I have yet to be totally deprived off my favourite sport but then again, i wont count out the possibility of it in the near distant future. What other fun things could i do to stimulate myself besides trimming my own pubes , as what my friend had earlier advised me to do which i am having some reservations on. Thanks Aaron for your advice by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep that in mind , hopefully not, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5795427828052558745?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5795427828052558745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5795427828052558745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5795427828052558745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5795427828052558745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-totally-aware-that-i-dont-write.html' title='Trimming the lawn...'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-789096778104317048</id><published>2009-01-09T00:30:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:14:57.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Backstabbing in the office</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since i started writing about events which are totally random and i am learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in office this morning to have the wonderful pleasant surprise of my HR manager / exec and whatever you put it to be standing beside me with that huge grin that touches both side of his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of more salary increment totally evaporated into thin air as he mentioned something about my quite occasional late arrival into office did not bode well with some of the much inferior colleagues of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was backstabbed by one of my colleagues and for this term, we normally call it as negative office politics. Heck, how would they be any positive office politics by the way and my back is HURTING from the constant thrust that this male hog is giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not blame him for his misdeeds but somehow i really UNDERSTAND and symphatize him. I get royal treatments everywhere. He does not. I sweat perfumes all day. He does not. I look good having flu. He does not. Of cause, this are part of the many reasons why he secretly hates me and to tell you the truth, i am beginning to find this rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably had gone all riled up if i was the person i used to be back in the 90's. Times changes everything as the saying goes. But now, i'll just let it slip like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, SCREW YOU for backstabbing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, to my office guys who constantly visits the toilet, please ensure you aim properly when answering the call of nature. I do not want to have urine stains on my shoes whenever i have other more important matters to attend to while in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-789096778104317048?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/789096778104317048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=789096778104317048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/789096778104317048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/789096778104317048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2009/01/backstabbing-in-office.html' title='Backstabbing in the office'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-792689925034697780</id><published>2008-12-14T19:11:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:34:10.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Final Union 2008 - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLrso1dZI/AAAAAAAABKc/jLYkVC6n9jg/s1600-h/n712731356_2130693_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850089739023762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLrso1dZI/AAAAAAAABKc/jLYkVC6n9jg/s320/n712731356_2130693_3370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone. Yes, i know , i know. Maybe i would reserve the many &lt;del&gt;excuses&lt;/del&gt; reasons for the lack of updates in my blog at another time. But i couldn't just let myself off the hook without even explaining what i did for the whole month right? As you can see, i was busy fooling around with balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXOq-E4BgI/AAAAAAAABLE/gMl5oCZBwtQ/s1600-h/n712731356_1684097_573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279853375775049218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXOq-E4BgI/AAAAAAAABLE/gMl5oCZBwtQ/s320/n712731356_1684097_573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not those "&lt;em&gt;bodily appendages&lt;/em&gt;" type of balls you sick jerks. It's those balls which i famously kick with my mates. Before i go further, i would like to aplogise to everyone for the poor quality of my articles as i've NOT been writing for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsiPwkZI/AAAAAAAABK8/qTMH0MOo2wc/s1600-h/n712731356_1848710_4356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850104129360274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsiPwkZI/AAAAAAAABK8/qTMH0MOo2wc/s320/n712731356_1848710_4356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the hunger for success has kept me solely and fully focus on winning some silverwares this year and perhaps only God knows what "other" silverwares and trophies i had won apart from soccer. I won't be revealing you the details, but i am sure you would find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsavNN0I/AAAAAAAABK0/W6ZC0tWVSoM/s1600-h/n712731356_1848707_3556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850102113777474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsavNN0I/AAAAAAAABK0/W6ZC0tWVSoM/s320/n712731356_1848707_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not many were quite happy with our team retaining what we won the year before. The empty seated stadium serves as a testament to it. We also forked out quite an amount from our own pockets to get a few VIPS to have them present us with the trophy. Ok well, i lied about the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsKQA7AI/AAAAAAAABKs/hU2R5PqsWxA/s1600-h/n712731356_1848704_2747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850097687981058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLsKQA7AI/AAAAAAAABKs/hU2R5PqsWxA/s320/n712731356_1848704_2747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our team , professionally known as &lt;strong&gt;Final Union&lt;/strong&gt; and personnally known by everyone as " The Jackasses " has seen much improvement over the years in terms of the quality of football we play, our reputation and also with the healthy introduction of new members every year. On top of that, we have been sponsored by a few groups which includes &lt;strong&gt;Masara Sdn Bhd&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2020 Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; and most recently &lt;strong&gt;Balcony&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLr-zHiMI/AAAAAAAABKk/7vF5EC5ngLA/s1600-h/n712731356_1756479_5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279850094613989570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLr-zHiMI/AAAAAAAABKk/7vF5EC5ngLA/s320/n712731356_1756479_5189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it indeed was a great 2008 football wise. I guess it would be an even exciting 2009 come next February. Before 2008 ends, i would like to thank &lt;del&gt;my&lt;/del&gt; our supporters ( &lt;em&gt;whether we have it or not&lt;/em&gt; ) for attending our matches and lend their vocal support to us. We would have achieve much more should my other team mates had brought along more female friends for each match. Any female readers here who are keen to see &lt;del&gt;me&lt;/del&gt; us play could just contact me . I'll be extremely glad to ..... welcome you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-792689925034697780?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/792689925034697780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=792689925034697780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/792689925034697780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/792689925034697780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-union-2008-2009.html' title='Final Union 2008 - 2009'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SUXLrso1dZI/AAAAAAAABKc/jLYkVC6n9jg/s72-c/n712731356_2130693_3370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-21722405913400066</id><published>2008-10-06T03:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:42:58.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eatery'/><title type='text'>Happy Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwHkMy20I/AAAAAAAABJs/uratOU4aqXI/s1600-h/tag+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwHkMy20I/AAAAAAAABJs/uratOU4aqXI/s320/tag+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253994453071485762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand apologies for my lack of updates and drive to write. This was down to "certain" factors and reasons which i deem inappropriate to review at the moment. Okay, right ever since the Mandy K incidence, i tried to not make her feel bad for what happened so i kinda tweak my breakfast destination a little. Here goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY GARDEN&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwIEpBbII/AAAAAAAABJ0/tuU3IMCRu7g/s1600-h/tag+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwIEpBbII/AAAAAAAABJ0/tuU3IMCRu7g/s320/tag+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253994461779815554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Garden is located a stone throws from my office. It is basically a cafe where theres no little chicks would go. Seriously. I can't even recall once a cute little girl dining there. By the way, that's not the point. I was introduced to this cafe few months back by my colleagues  and it's whereabouts? Krokop 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwIMvPfUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/zmwXLgX-HFM/s1600-h/tag+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwIMvPfUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/zmwXLgX-HFM/s320/tag+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253994463953386818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Garden boasts a repertoire of delicacies. Hence, the reason why i continue to patronize that very place apart from trying to be happy. The best thing about Happy Garden would definitely be it's fried kueh tiaw and it could probably go down as the only stall which has i's fried kueh tiaw FRIED while in a sitting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztJv_sXI/AAAAAAAABKE/m--hneFhAhI/s1600-h/tag+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztJv_sXI/AAAAAAAABKE/m--hneFhAhI/s320/tag+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998397341282674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally opt for the al fresco feel because of the humid surroundings inside the cafe. Al fresco.. this cracks me up whenever i mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztCohGCI/AAAAAAAABKM/O3tor6KCSo8/s1600-h/tag+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztCohGCI/AAAAAAAABKM/O3tor6KCSo8/s320/tag+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998395430869026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame jokes apart, this is the flagship fried kueh tiaw by sir-sit&amp;amp;cook . I prefer it to be fried with hot chilli as it certainly opens up my appetite in the morning. That old chap fries really good kueh tiaw and theres generous amount of ingredients dumped into it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztZkYTkI/AAAAAAAABKU/5AxRHi4dVl4/s1600-h/tag+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnztZkYTkI/AAAAAAAABKU/5AxRHi4dVl4/s320/tag+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998401587531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how delicious and so vibrant the kueh tiaw looks. It made me felt dizzy too after consuming it just because of it's richness. LOL.  Kueh Tiaw lovers should give this place a try!! It's on my recommendation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-21722405913400066?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/21722405913400066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=21722405913400066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/21722405913400066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/21722405913400066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-garden.html' title='Happy Garden'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SOnwHkMy20I/AAAAAAAABJs/uratOU4aqXI/s72-c/tag+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2297805781823086164</id><published>2008-08-29T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T05:29:51.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Title: Undecided</title><content type='html'>Title: undecided   ( I guess this was what you had to say to me before you left, and before you took back all the words )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, your cries, i had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking together these while has been tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You only serves to break the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's better off for us to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A single nothing in us to yield,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we carry on together still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None the reason for you to cry &amp;amp; kneel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your words are all but real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A punctured heart, I've grown used to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your words helped made it see through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was my love ever real for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget about the promises which you said were new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days gone by and theres none to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You grew as my regret day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever gone, hoping you may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, I've grown weary of your ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You played the part of a mistaken soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every good you did were just for show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time will tell when your heart shall sore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a love that deserves to soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- adamk 29-08-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2297805781823086164?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2297805781823086164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2297805781823086164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2297805781823086164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2297805781823086164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/title-undecided.html' title='Title: Undecided'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-4775822822718261963</id><published>2008-08-26T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:41:50.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>How Far</title><content type='html'>.... we walked that far to see it through at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what love is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how it came to me like this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be what i really need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would have been living without it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having no control over this feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around her seems like a blessing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never ceases to amazed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did we met in the first place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a fool to slowly realize that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of all the feelings when it's too late,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone were the dreams like tuesday's morning dew,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting seems hard when it comes to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believing you could never be the one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you are just walking pass once,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you had left were painful scars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asking myself, this love could only go how far?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing it's the wrong thing to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much can a heart go through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thoughts of you knows no end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being with you again, will it ever end the same?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love we once thought forever had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now leaves a promise once made to share,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you put your trust in others when i was there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marks the end for us in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adam K- 27-08-08&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-4775822822718261963?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/4775822822718261963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=4775822822718261963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4775822822718261963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4775822822718261963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-far.html' title='How Far'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6205065504464982402</id><published>2008-08-26T23:28:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:13:26.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>A People's Victory !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SLT7E_Y0aMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cfGYV5MGsl4/s1600-h/front-elections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239088329692309698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SLT7E_Y0aMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cfGYV5MGsl4/s320/front-elections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The people has spoken. Anwar won the Permatang Pauh seat with a thumping majority of 15,671. His victory marks a return to Parliament for the PKR adviser after an enforced absence of 10 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's only one swearing which DSAI needs to do now, and that is to be sworn in as the NEW MP for PERMATANG PAUH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6205065504464982402?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6205065504464982402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6205065504464982402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6205065504464982402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6205065504464982402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/peopl.html' title='A People&apos;s Victory !!!'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SLT7E_Y0aMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cfGYV5MGsl4/s72-c/front-elections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1252520185677492410</id><published>2008-08-26T03:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:01:17.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Smile of December</title><content type='html'>After a year , this is for you. It seems as if time is catching up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your smile is the reason my heart remembers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you danced by the hall last December,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letting go of your hands as you went your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart aches for you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes showed me that everlasting warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When with others, were long gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the sparkle amongst the crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are there any other words i could say about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say it's love at first sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tried denying with all my might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What might fool others, could not fool the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As loving you, it too plays it's part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your goodbyes clouds my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did i not read between the lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you would not have left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it weren't for my goodbyes and waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding on for you to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regretting the day you walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you still be there this December?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a smile which i'll forever remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adam K- 26-08-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1252520185677492410?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1252520185677492410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1252520185677492410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1252520185677492410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time is passing us by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without realizing that, will you see me as a fool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's conceivable the reason you cried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause after all these years, friends are only where we stood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishes of us were left unheard over the years,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me wondering will this wait be able to hold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me, of all things , you were the one i feared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please stop my mind from potraying you as the rose in gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this silence , i thanked God for letting me met,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone i never could have,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's not about what would or should have been,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as an excuse for me to exist it seems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a shadow that follows you through the years,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As part of your life, noticing me you sadly can't,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your radiance shines and unfolds in others,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mine doesn't seem to matter, when i have none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love that blossoms inside an empty jar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never being able to reach out for your soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have been so near yet so far,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From here, you'll forever be the rose in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adamkuek- 25-08-08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2212250591928641379?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2212250591928641379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2212250591928641379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2212250591928641379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2212250591928641379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/rose-in-gold.html' title='The Rose in Gold'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6664733620063283291</id><published>2008-08-19T19:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:02:07.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A Reason To Believe</title><content type='html'>You blamed  me for not trusting you, when you trusted someone else. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, i've found every reason to believe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every reason i thought i couldn't have seeked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every reason i believed i never would need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That every smile &amp;amp; tears you've shed were for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, for i've kept you wondering,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering about every meaning of my words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, for i've buried all the feelings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling of seeing you that hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smile on your face gradually fades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last smile we had lingers still inside of my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only i've believed in fate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't have hid myself from you and wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart ceases to beat it seems,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since you showed me the tears in your eyes before it fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a reason to believe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your heart will continue to beat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually without me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adam kuek- 19.08.08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6664733620063283291?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6664733620063283291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6664733620063283291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6664733620063283291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6664733620063283291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-to-believe.html' title='A Reason To Believe'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1606641800601263506</id><published>2008-08-19T19:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:07:24.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>I'm Fine Without You</title><content type='html'>You're gone before you're back.... That's how fast it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fine without you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without your smile and your presence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The air i breathe no longer carries your breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A goodbye to you this August as a present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you give me up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your new happiness this time around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fine without you now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've given you everything for nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence hides and betray your thoughts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quietly killing the bond we had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you disappear for the better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've given you everything so stop being sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember you pushed me away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i was in need of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the one to blame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fell in this game with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took me away from you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything i've given up for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dreams i had no longer carries your picture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time around, can you disappear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An apology means nothing this time around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thousands were heard ever since,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fine without you now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if i've never regretted to be part of this game we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adam kuek- 23.06.08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1606641800601263506?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1606641800601263506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1606641800601263506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1606641800601263506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1606641800601263506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-fine-without-you.html' title='I&apos;m Fine Without You'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3267435656832669695</id><published>2008-08-12T03:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:16:21.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Angku Kueh @ Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SKFm8iVbJ9I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ND56gWzLSTM/s1600-h/k+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SKFm8iVbJ9I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ND56gWzLSTM/s320/k+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233577432176076754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had to be really honest with you, i am not a big fan of this little cake famously dubbed the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angku Kueh&lt;/span&gt;" . But still, i do had to thank one of the ladies from office who ran all the way from her table to mine just to see me fill my stomach with it. I am sure many of the local folks are well aware of it's existence since it's very common among the chinese folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SKFm8kOm16I/AAAAAAAAAzo/gdHDGCMpbzk/s1600-h/k+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SKFm8kOm16I/AAAAAAAAAzo/gdHDGCMpbzk/s320/k+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233577432684353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angku Kueh&lt;/span&gt; " is shaped exactly like a turtle's back as it signifies longevity, and the dough of the red turtle cake is dyed red for good luck. It also comes in green colour too.  This cake is made of glutinous rice and flour with either bean paste or peanut fillings in it. Somehow i find it quite good, and most importantly it's fragrant. It's best served with a hot cup of tea in the afternoon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3267435656832669695?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3267435656832669695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3267435656832669695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3267435656832669695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3267435656832669695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/angku-kueh-office.html' title='Angku Kueh @ Office'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SKFm8iVbJ9I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ND56gWzLSTM/s72-c/k+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5362405558480622114</id><published>2008-08-06T03:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:20:01.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Zong Zi by Charmaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQPPdB5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/f6AXjSGSOZ4/s1600-h/hamida+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQPPdB5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/f6AXjSGSOZ4/s320/hamida+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356757160036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duan Wu&lt;/span&gt;"or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dragon Boat&lt;/span&gt;" festival has long passed, yet i still am receiving food delights like theres no tomorrow. This time around , it's a whole bag of rice dumpling ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zong Zi &lt;/span&gt;) made with care and love by one of my friend's mum. I have a feeling she likes me, as in a lot. And i meant her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQedQ3iI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9ZJQhK93Jqo/s1600-h/hamida+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQedQ3iI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9ZJQhK93Jqo/s320/hamida+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356761244491298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things always happens to good people and in this case, i am referring to myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zong Zi&lt;/span&gt; which i had earlier referred it as rice dumpling is a traditional chinese food made from glutinous rice stuffed with all sorts of fillings and wrapped in bamboo leaves. They are normally cooked by steaming or even boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQcsI7VI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Fy0ocs4fTFE/s1600-h/hamida+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQcsI7VI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Fy0ocs4fTFE/s320/hamida+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356760770014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to try one of my friend's mum's specialty. My friend told me that her mum spend the whole night preparing it for me. I on the other hand scolded her for not helping her mum because to me , Zong Zi making is a traditionally family event with EVERYONE helping out, but that is less common now due to the fact that girls nowadays tend to work their hands on my body appendages than on some glutinous rice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQvOA3pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/UbczKCj7EKA/s1600-h/hamida+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQvOA3pI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/UbczKCj7EKA/s320/hamida+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356765743931026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with all the nonsense. This particular Zong Zi tasted the best among the others. It's fillings are loaded with Char Siew @ Chinese Barbecue Pork , Chinese Black Mushrooms, Chestnuts and Dried Shrimps. My parents gave it 101% out of 100%. It seriously was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQuV1brI/AAAAAAAAAzY/v8937z66mgQ/s1600-h/hamida+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQuV1brI/AAAAAAAAAzY/v8937z66mgQ/s320/hamida+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231356765508300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up picture of the rather dark coloured Zong Zi. It takes a long time when it comes to preparing a Zong Zi which is fit for a king. I might never know the actual reason why her mum gave me so much of it the other day, neither will i know what secret recipes did she put inside that made it the best glutinous rice i've ever tasted. But one thing for sure, it made me all full after having half the bite size of it. Thank you Charmaine for your wonderful Zong Zi..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5362405558480622114?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5362405558480622114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5362405558480622114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5362405558480622114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5362405558480622114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/zong-zi-by-charmaine.html' title='Zong Zi by Charmaine'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJmDQPPdB5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/f6AXjSGSOZ4/s72-c/hamida+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-4903376569035196387</id><published>2008-08-06T03:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:18:20.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Fragrant Pastry &amp; Little Tortoise from Christina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FTwX2AI/AAAAAAAAAx4/oG7DbZLDmVA/s1600-h/hamida+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FTwX2AI/AAAAAAAAAx4/oG7DbZLDmVA/s320/hamida+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231348872811894786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, apologies as i've been away for quite some time. Do not ask me where. There's so much things to do as of late that i couldn't even find few decent hours to attend to your needs. Anyway, few days ago, i saw a small golden wrapped packet on my table. It was given by one of my female colleague right after she came back from holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FRZPyzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Fv1e0nFUK5E/s1600-h/hamida+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FRZPyzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Fv1e0nFUK5E/s320/hamida+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231348872178027314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most local folks do actually have a slight idea on what this tiny packet of pastry is all about. But for those who don't, "Heong Peah" is also commonly known as &lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;香饼 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FpkGuDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/YgJptScOY3I/s1600-h/hamida+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FpkGuDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/YgJptScOY3I/s320/hamida+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231348878666020914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which could be easily translated into fragrant pastries. I notice this particular pastry is made famous in Teluk Intan. Yes, yes, stop the clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FszRbrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vwu9D9YGkMI/s1600-h/hamida+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FszRbrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vwu9D9YGkMI/s320/hamida+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231348879534943922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pastry resembles a flattened ball which contains sweet sticky fillings made from malt and shallot which is then covered by a flaky baked crust and at certain times, garnished with sesame seeds on the surface. I chose the one with the smooth surface just because it reminds me of my preferred choice when it comes to the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8Fj8ecuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ib3QGZ356Io/s1600-h/hamida+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8Fj8ecuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ib3QGZ356Io/s320/hamida+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231348877157626594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to it's name, it certainly is sweet and fragrant as well once i took a bite. Normally i don't enjoy pastries but then again, i have too take an exception for this just because it was given by a girl and i just could not say no to her, for some obvious reason of cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CDd4NOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FhvZT3OQiAY/s1600-h/hamida+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CDd4NOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FhvZT3OQiAY/s320/hamida+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231349916411376866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to disappoint me with a packet of fragrant pastry, i also did received a palm size tortoise figure from my colleague, Christina. How thoughtful of her for thinking of me as a tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CZl3luI/AAAAAAAAAyo/YZm6lheTCA8/s1600-h/hamida+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CZl3luI/AAAAAAAAAyo/YZm6lheTCA8/s320/hamida+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231349922350470882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must had trouble looking around for gifts for me until she came to the conclusion that this tortoise key chain would do just fine. Even the "Take the souvenirs with you!"tagline justify the reason she took it back just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CTq0LvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/NTbiII6OBQ0/s1600-h/hamida+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl9CTq0LvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/NTbiII6OBQ0/s320/hamida+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231349920760606450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be hanging this tiny creature  with my keys just in case i would give an impression to the other ladies that i am still REALLY into this sort of things. But i will somehow give it to some lady who deserves it more than i do. Nevertheless, just to be fair, it's a hit among the ladies. They all swoon over it than over me the first night i brought it out. Thanks christina for the ..... gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-4903376569035196387?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/4903376569035196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=4903376569035196387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4903376569035196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4903376569035196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/08/fragrant-pastry-little-tortoise-from.html' title='Fragrant Pastry &amp; Little Tortoise from Christina'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SJl8FTwX2AI/AAAAAAAAAx4/oG7DbZLDmVA/s72-c/hamida+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-403992679232863738</id><published>2008-07-30T16:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:01:20.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Why Have I Fallen In Love With You</title><content type='html'>What you never knew, you never would understand. When i hope you would, even if i didnt explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, are there any words which could express how i feel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it is slowly vanishing from my mind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did i end up falling for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i thought no one could. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, why didn't i met you earlier in my lifetime,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have we walked further than time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would i knew we would end up walking together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we walked passed each other earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold this love in your palms,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if we are two worlds apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we were before, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never shall we return to it anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate has come in an instance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washing away the memories of yesterday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destiny happens to be a tear in the ocean,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didnt you realize it's with us all the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, why would you appear when it seems like no one would,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wonder why you appeared in the first place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps heaven heard my prayers all along,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To move a heart that never heals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tell me, are you here to erase the words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That never-ending phrase of heartbreak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eternal sentence of loneliness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or perhaps to end this forever hopeless wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe in your heart,Even if we are two worlds apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How i was before,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never will i look back in despair anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate has arrived as i've slowly realized,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words of yesterday are painfully drifting away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the beat of my heart brings me faraway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment we first look into each others eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adamkuek-11-07-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-403992679232863738?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/403992679232863738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=403992679232863738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/403992679232863738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/403992679232863738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-have-i-fallen-in-love-with-you.html' title='Why Have I Fallen In Love With You'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2758144735413785293</id><published>2008-07-01T01:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:18:16.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>3 in 1 Blockbusters</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Now we have 3 VERY VERY HIGH PROFILE CASES in the country :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The mongolian beauty murder case where the topmost leaders of the country was implicated in a SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2)The Royal Commission Report on the Lingam Case where a former PM and high ranking government officials were implicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The case of an aide who claims that his boss screws him from the back where an influential figure was implicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you were to ask to choose which case commands UTMOST URGENCY to resolved, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;extracted from xx malaysia today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2758144735413785293?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2758144735413785293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2758144735413785293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2758144735413785293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2758144735413785293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-in-1-blockbusters.html' title='3 in 1 Blockbusters'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-103952830028342327</id><published>2008-06-25T19:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:07:26.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Mysterious girl on friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpDr40gI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dq1dR5FkjwY/s1600-h/1_462025154l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216015697812443650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpDr40gI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dq1dR5FkjwY/s320/1_462025154l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone. It certainly has been a while writing down nonsense. So i am sure everyone is quite surprise with my latest post which features few carefully selected pictures of a girl posing with her handphone. As i was browsing through my friendster account on my WHO VIEWED ME section, i came across this presumably young and interesting girl, &lt;em&gt;name withheld&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpemWGiI/AAAAAAAAAxI/VTnpLwzMSWg/s1600-h/1_591929368l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216015705036954146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpemWGiI/AAAAAAAAAxI/VTnpLwzMSWg/s320/1_591929368l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've realized, most people nowadays do tend to take pictures of themselve via a handphone. They could be either doing V signs, or even the much notorious hand signals from 1 counting down to 10. Honestly, i do ocassionally do a camwhoring session of myself too, in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpcPCHII/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SID0-_ynD1Q/s1600-h/1_617659400l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216015704402304130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpcPCHII/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SID0-_ynD1Q/s320/1_617659400l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to flame this little fragile feline here, but then again, i find it amusing to have so many pictures posted on the net in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9dyvuYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YA7UePuyNoY/s1600-h/1_224902019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216013849394657666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9dyvuYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YA7UePuyNoY/s320/1_224902019l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally went through all her pics just to make sure she had every picture of herself posed that way. From the scale of 1 - 10 , i'll give her an easy 9.5 for creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9WA9QvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_uyPnZhVSkk/s1600-h/1_243395202l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216013847306781426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9WA9QvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_uyPnZhVSkk/s320/1_243395202l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when i shudder at the phrase " we are all born creative " , but this recent event has certainly clear up any lingering doubts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9mV1mdI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vZ54QJAf-sQ/s1600-h/1_276870271l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216013851689327058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9mV1mdI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vZ54QJAf-sQ/s320/1_276870271l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i took the time out from work and troubled my own ass off to post the pictures up for my own laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9iEftjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SmsJSrJuwRc/s1600-h/1_320308919l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216013850542847538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9iEftjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SmsJSrJuwRc/s320/1_320308919l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow check me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9ycu1rI/AAAAAAAAAww/KVTwTM5Rblo/s1600-h/1_342837219l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216013854939469490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMA9ycu1rI/AAAAAAAAAww/KVTwTM5Rblo/s320/1_342837219l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow check me out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpBjQp0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/xKHEqo2dj1I/s1600-h/1_385911285l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216015697239385922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpBjQp0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/xKHEqo2dj1I/s320/1_385911285l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow check me out again...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i would like to apologize in advance should the person i just mentioned happens to be reading my web and happens to find it offending. Laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-103952830028342327?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/103952830028342327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=103952830028342327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/103952830028342327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/103952830028342327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/06/mysterious-girl-on-friendster.html' title='Mysterious girl on friendster'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SGMCpDr40gI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Dq1dR5FkjwY/s72-c/1_462025154l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5428331550657772244</id><published>2008-06-24T06:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:05:51.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Forgivable yet Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>They say forgiving is everything, but somehow it felt hard in forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used to light up my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your unrelenting spark that lightens up the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used to say it's forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your words were the reason it hurt so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used to stick to the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your gaze endlessly throbs the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never knew we were one until we part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never said this would be easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never said i wanted it to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used to try to pleased me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You thought leaving should be the way to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you tell him now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While you hold his arms pretending it was me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you tell her now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While you listen to her wishing you never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're on that lonely road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you realized you know where we should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But somehow you are going to lose it after all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You thought turning back would make things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You nearly got there but you somehow left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You nearly got me but you never did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your world shuts down and you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes blurred from the tears that fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your sweet nothings were deceiving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all over with your words of forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause leaving me the way you did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was so forgivable yet unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23-06-2008 Adam K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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italic;"&gt;I came to realized it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking by that very bench you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must admit at times, I miss you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering how have you been all these while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking a smile reminiscing the times we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe i'll live my life doing this than by being sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it amazes me the colours of the bench we sat never fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whereas everything around changes after the thousand drops of tears you shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember you said you would give me forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it happiness or rather remembrance that's eternal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe i was a second too late to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How your feelings started to wane nearing the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or a second too fast to believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was just a brisk infatuation rather than a lingering adoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry if i never could change a wilted leaf back to how it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like how i never could trade my sadness for your happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you really have to leave, forever remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if it makes you sad, please wipe me away from your memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way you wipe away your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;09-06-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1437927811173286108?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1437927811173286108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1437927811173286108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1437927811173286108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1437927811173286108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-you-left.html' title='The Day You Left'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-482179564445260969</id><published>2008-05-13T04:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:45:14.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eatery'/><title type='text'>Nasi Lalapan @ Surabaya Restoran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zIy4uXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ftEwJVH9Oms/s1600-h/ha+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zIy4uXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ftEwJVH9Oms/s320/ha+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823363240409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surabaya Restoran &lt;/span&gt;has become one of the most sort after places for me since i started to indulged myself in Indonesian dishes. I swear i have never ever crave anything that much after i had their much famous Nasi Lalapan. By the way, it's situated in Miri Town centre near the old KFC building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zIy4uYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DcE_5ttx1Vc/s1600-h/ha+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zIy4uYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DcE_5ttx1Vc/s320/ha+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823363240409474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Lalapan you asked? Well, it's actually a dish where spinach , cucumber slices and fish or chicken meat are served alongside the very tantalizing paste pictured above. The whole dish actually revolves around the paste which contains tomatoes , belacan and other miscellaneous ingredients which i am currently unaware of, but it certainly keeps me coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7y4y4uVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/953E0lFdvFs/s1600-h/fly+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7y4y4uVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/953E0lFdvFs/s320/fly+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823358945442130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, i would prefer to have a piece of tofu, beef meat and a piece of fish of my own choice to go along with the sambal paste. The paste taste very different compared to others served around in Miri in my opinion. The strong spicy and sweet taste leaves a very unforgettable experience once consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7y4y4uWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_cohUMcOFKA/s1600-h/fly+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7y4y4uWI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_cohUMcOFKA/s320/fly+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823358945442146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it is done. Dip the vegetables in and apply the paste generously over the veges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zYy4uZI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bKAfrxs7H-Y/s1600-h/ha+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zYy4uZI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bKAfrxs7H-Y/s320/ha+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823367535376786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word has it that it even has tongkat ali essence in it which is yet to be proven but i bet most of the patrons would come back for more once they had tried it. I am really addicted to it. It aint a good thing because 1 nasi lalapan meal would cost your wallet around RM10.00 there. Nevertheless, i totally enjoy it and i would have it anytime, anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-482179564445260969?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/482179564445260969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=482179564445260969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/482179564445260969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/482179564445260969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/05/nasi-lalapan-surabaya-restoran.html' title='Nasi Lalapan @ Surabaya Restoran'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SCl7zIy4uXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ftEwJVH9Oms/s72-c/ha+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2102738656957204630</id><published>2008-04-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:51:56.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>张靓颖 - 新不了情</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2J7V6sn6usA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2J7V6sn6usA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心若倦了   泪也干了&lt;br /&gt;这份深情    难舍难了&lt;br /&gt;曾经拥有   天荒地老&lt;br /&gt;已不见你   暮幕与朝朝&lt;br /&gt;这一份情    永远难了&lt;br /&gt;愿来生还能再度拥抱&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人   如何厮守到老&lt;br /&gt;怎样面对一切    我不知道&lt;br /&gt;回忆过去   痛苦的相思忘不了&lt;br /&gt;为何你还来   拨动我心跳&lt;br /&gt;爱你怎么能了   今夜的你应该明了&lt;br /&gt;缘难了   情难了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2102738656957204630?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2102738656957204630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2102738656957204630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2102738656957204630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2102738656957204630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='张靓颖 - 新不了情'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7264904058891583183</id><published>2008-04-06T22:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:50:23.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eatery'/><title type='text'>Miri's Laksa @ Sin Foh Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myIY1H_eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HwkY_5XkXMc/s1600-h/DSC04946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myIY1H_eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HwkY_5XkXMc/s320/DSC04946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186372303067807202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that most of our local folks here would know this place. It is home to one of the famous laksa in town. I did wrote an article about this cafe few years back but unfortunately, i did not mentioned about their famous laksa. I went there this morning to have a bowl just to satisfy my sudden craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myIo1H_fI/AAAAAAAAAuc/tNbDESeOr_o/s1600-h/fly+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myIo1H_fI/AAAAAAAAAuc/tNbDESeOr_o/s320/fly+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186372307362774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get to take really nice pictures of food as of late and the latest post on some curry rice obviously did not go well with certain people. So, just to humour them, i took the time out and woke up few hours earlier to take some really nice pictures. Pardon my lengthy explanations, as mentioned earlier, this is the bowl of laksa which i ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myJI1H_gI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ooBf-WXnVsQ/s1600-h/fly+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myJI1H_gI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ooBf-WXnVsQ/s320/fly+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186372315952709122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes with some sambal paste which one has to mix with the laksa just to enhance the taste. The secret of having a good laksa meal normally revolves around this sambal paste. If it taste like crap, then of cause, it would have tasted so. But as a seasoned laksa proprietor, the aunties certainly got it right with their signature dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myJI1H_hI/AAAAAAAAAus/6lR1XA8TH5U/s1600-h/fly+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myJI1H_hI/AAAAAAAAAus/6lR1XA8TH5U/s320/fly+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186372315952709138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal bowl of laksa would consist of rice vermicelli, omelette strips,  chicken strips and also those succulent fresh prawns and for those who aren't sure what it taste like, its supposed to be spicy. I totally enjoyed my meal this morning even without my usual female companions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7264904058891583183?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7264904058891583183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7264904058891583183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7264904058891583183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7264904058891583183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/04/miris-laksa-sin-foh-cafe.html' title='Miri&apos;s Laksa @ Sin Foh Cafe'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_myIY1H_eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/HwkY_5XkXMc/s72-c/DSC04946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3117347794949407745</id><published>2008-04-03T00:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:01:01.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Curry Chicken Rice @ Open Air Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNu41H_aI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4aO6NxAZGIw/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNu41H_aI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4aO6NxAZGIw/s320/DSC00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184924907678989730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just very recently, i got myself one of Miri's own very very tantalizing  curry chicken rice. It's been a while since i last visited that stall which is located at the open air market. I didn't had the opportunity to take any pictures of the stall itself as it was always overly crowded with people who are over their party years and ALSO due to time constraints, i  had to be back by home earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNu41H_bI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7GDgfWu1aHw/s1600-h/DSC00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNu41H_bI/AAAAAAAAAt8/7GDgfWu1aHw/s320/DSC00005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184924907678989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much clearer picture of the curry chicken rice. It comes with slices of pork meat as well. I do not know how the aunties of this stall prepare their dishes but it certainly keeps me salivating at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNvI1H_cI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1mxgZZ01Is8/s1600-h/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNvI1H_cI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1mxgZZ01Is8/s320/DSC00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184924911973957058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also comes with a complimentary gravy / sauce which one has to generously pour it into the curry chicken rice. There are no words which i can describe how delicious and fulfilling this meal is. I strongly recommend anyone to go and try out this flagship dish at the open air market in the morning. I believe it's easy to locate it's whereabouts as the stall has been there since world war 2. Lol. That's a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNvI1H_dI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OBGfB_5K6yo/s1600-h/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNvI1H_dI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OBGfB_5K6yo/s320/DSC00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184924911973957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curry and gravy essence exudes an aromatic flavor once it is mix together. The chicken meat is tender and juicy and so are the aunties there. I am serious. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3117347794949407745?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3117347794949407745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3117347794949407745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3117347794949407745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3117347794949407745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/04/curry-chicken-rice-open-air-market.html' title='Curry Chicken Rice @ Open Air Market'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R_SNu41H_aI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4aO6NxAZGIw/s72-c/DSC00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3394000611557070115</id><published>2008-04-02T02:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:18:00.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A Love Without Reason</title><content type='html'>I wrote this for a friend i never met. But somehow, this friend gives me a feeling we have known each other for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Would you smile and quietly leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Or would you finally nod and agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So many questions lingers on inside of my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you, are the only person i'm willing to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I remind myself that we are just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But in truth all i ever wanted was to hold your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wonder have you ever knew how i felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To own a heart that never heals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We are only separated by time and differences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wanted to, but i can never placed myself as your preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Words which i've wanted to say were left unspoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The times we could have been are ticking away as this song is written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How beautiful my life is when you smiled at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The thoughts of you and me have now become distant memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sometimes i think it's better not to admit and tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So to have the song of our life in my heart, forever swells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Perhaps one day when sunshine finally comes as promised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To lift up the grey clouds from our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then i shall tell you that darkness scares me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because it always hides you away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;15-03-08- adamkuek-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3394000611557070115?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3394000611557070115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3394000611557070115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3394000611557070115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3394000611557070115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-without-reason.html' title='A Love Without Reason'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3631791101648466135</id><published>2008-03-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:57:07.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>If we can't be</title><content type='html'>You know how I can't easily forget you just because I can't see you. I wrote this for a friend of mine who have the same birthday as me. I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My days were brighter when you were beside me, i swear,&lt;br /&gt;There were times when i felt like looking back,&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't, so i wash away the memories from my head,&lt;br /&gt;But i never could as i know theres never a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday seems like it's raining,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, every second i've been wondering,&lt;br /&gt;All these while, where have you been hiding?&lt;br /&gt;Could you have sat quietly behind the clouds crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, please stop crying,&lt;br /&gt;Because the tears once formed in my eyes are drying,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to look up when it rains,&lt;br /&gt;To think it's not raindrops, but in fact your teardrops,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont feel sorry even if you are far away,&lt;br /&gt;Your image from before is still filled up inside me,&lt;br /&gt;If somehow fate might bring us back to where we once met some day,&lt;br /&gt;Please hold back your tears that very same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could see you again, i shall tell you,&lt;br /&gt;That sunshine comes right after darkness pass,&lt;br /&gt;Like morning dew after yesterday's rain, i shall tell you,&lt;br /&gt;That even if we shall meet in out next life, i'll forever wait for you if i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adamkuek-13-03-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3631791101648466135?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3631791101648466135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3631791101648466135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3631791101648466135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3631791101648466135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-we-cant-be.html' title='If we can&apos;t be'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5055604467122932140</id><published>2008-03-11T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:17:18.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>If you were mine - Jo Sung Mo</title><content type='html'>I found this song really nice, so is the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDTRUPlreBE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDTRUPlreBE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5055604467122932140?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5055604467122932140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5055604467122932140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5055604467122932140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5055604467122932140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-were-mine-jo-sung-mo.html' title='If you were mine - Jo Sung Mo'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8527238235901223040</id><published>2008-03-06T09:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:15:38.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>The little girl strikes again</title><content type='html'>The little girl strikes again. Remember my post few months back on the little girl that talks to me in my sleep? Hell Yeah, this time she's coming back for more... of me of cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, whilst i was on relax mode , i heard giggles from some female girl just beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, i wanted to get up and open my eyes but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't felt petrified but anxious in a way. I wanted to have a good look at the girl and whack her right there if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was trying hard to open my eyes, i felt her presence. Her giggles left me imagining her standing just right beside me and admiring me like how most normal girl do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was creepy. The best part was when i felt her poking my neck with her fingers which left me with a cold tingling sensation. It gave me goosebumps all over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i am not making this up, and i don't need your concerns as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gotta stop. I am sick and tired of secret admirers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8527238235901223040?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8527238235901223040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8527238235901223040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8527238235901223040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8527238235901223040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-girl-strikes-again.html' title='The little girl strikes again'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3729480411241923563</id><published>2008-02-29T09:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:25:58.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Yvonne Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQB_C0dI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4IPGDzKyUqk/s1600-h/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQB_C0dI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4IPGDzKyUqk/s320/DSC00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464711794610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i shall introduce another pretty lady by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Chin&lt;/span&gt;. She is currently studying in Aus, so i don't think the guys around here should pursue her at the moment as she has other more important things to pursue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQR_C0eI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mb8CSWxTJDU/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQR_C0eI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mb8CSWxTJDU/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464716089577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her in school but things just started off with a bang few years ago after she graduated. Normally i do not prefer to go into details about my.... socializing life but i think it's okay for her. I admit i texted her out for a movie and the rest is history. Anyway she ended up with my cousin just because my cousin looks like Jay Chou. Now both are single. It leaves me with another chance. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQx_C0fI/AAAAAAAAAtc/CMWonWAEa8k/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQx_C0fI/AAAAAAAAAtc/CMWonWAEa8k/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464724679512562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne loves to enjoy life. We are just similar in some way or another. She might not admit this. I don't really care. She loves to dance as well and please do take note on the picture above where she is holding a handphone while dancing. I don't understand why they really need to have a handphone within they grasp while jiggling to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJRB_C0gI/AAAAAAAAAtk/q7ZUQTjF22Q/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJRB_C0gI/AAAAAAAAAtk/q7ZUQTjF22Q/s320/DSC00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464728974479874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another clearer picture of herself. It seems to me that it has become a signature move nowadays that if you aren't holding a handphone while dancing, you aren't chic enough. The next time i go clubbing, i might as well bring along my house phone. Jokes aside, Yvonne looks cute too, she don't talk to me much often already after hooking up with my cousin. I don't know why. Somebody please explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJRR_C0hI/AAAAAAAAAts/Pg-O40RmQxQ/s1600-h/DSC08841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJRR_C0hI/AAAAAAAAAts/Pg-O40RmQxQ/s320/DSC08841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172464733269447186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we still do keep in touch. As in Text Messages rather than the actual physical one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3729480411241923563?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3729480411241923563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3729480411241923563' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3729480411241923563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3729480411241923563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-yvonne-chin.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Yvonne Chin'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hJQB_C0dI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4IPGDzKyUqk/s72-c/DSC00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1800355574120772128</id><published>2008-02-29T09:25:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:46:58.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Insects in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hClx_C0ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/pbv1V9alF3E/s1600-h/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hClx_C0ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/pbv1V9alF3E/s320/DSC00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457388875370898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and received a great gift. It turned me on a little i must say after wasting around 20 minutes observing the skills and movement of these 2 flies in their embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmB_C0aI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IFBLRFZ9CzU/s1600-h/DSC00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmB_C0aI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IFBLRFZ9CzU/s320/DSC00058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457393170338210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would had try to smack a fly whenever i come across one but this time i just couldn't do it. I want them to grow offspring so i can smack them all dead the next time. We shall meet again mr and ms fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmR_C0bI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kfbbEnCPfr4/s1600-h/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmR_C0bI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kfbbEnCPfr4/s320/DSC00061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457397465305522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of some documentary movie i had during my school days but my teacher showed us people in action, so it was just different from what i am actually seeing now. My heart beat faster and harder the longer i stare at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmh_C0cI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uXZL6SbFgNQ/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hCmh_C0cI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uXZL6SbFgNQ/s320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172457401760272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if mating or copulation is the right word for insects but hey, it could easily be replaced by a few words of my own choice such as: coitus, cuddling, dalliance, fondling, fooling around ( one of my fave ) , screwing, snuggling, or just the usual sexual intercourse word. If i get more good and constructive comments here , i might as well hang around and take more pictures of animals in their most passionate moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1800355574120772128?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1800355574120772128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1800355574120772128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1800355574120772128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1800355574120772128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/insects-in-love.html' title='Insects in Love'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8hClx_C0ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/pbv1V9alF3E/s72-c/DSC00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8887807492147202173</id><published>2008-02-27T23:37:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:51:12.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eatery'/><title type='text'>Eggs on toast @ Ipoh Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Zmis9xjUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_oImF9vkOQE/s1600-h/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Zmis9xjUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_oImF9vkOQE/s320/DSC00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171933968453438786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a short post. I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipoh Town&lt;/span&gt; which situated around Centre Point 2 the other day with few of my clients. Unfortunately i forgot to take a picture of the exterior but i promised i will make an effort to do so the next time i am around. Ipoh Town belongs to one of my classmate or so i've heard from my friends. It provides clientèle with all sorts of beverages including the heavily promoted white coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8ZmjM9xjVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/rvc9TX4qXvk/s1600-h/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8ZmjM9xjVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/rvc9TX4qXvk/s320/DSC00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171933977043373394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a rather simple meal. It's just basically eggs on toast. I have a weird feeling whenever i view this picture everytime. It makes me so turned on. I am sick, i must admit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8887807492147202173?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8887807492147202173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8887807492147202173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8887807492147202173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8887807492147202173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/eggs-on-toast-ipoh-town.html' title='Eggs on toast @ Ipoh Town'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Zmis9xjUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_oImF9vkOQE/s72-c/DSC00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5252960258389515251</id><published>2008-02-26T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:17:23.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A Love's Decay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm not there, but my soul is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Were these words as easy to say than done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It was the words of yours i should have missed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For the heartbeat i felt all these while isn't two , but one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe i have yet to open that door ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The door of my heart for your presence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I regretted that i can't, but never i won't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It isn't that i didn't , but because my heart has none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You told me you needed time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you insist you were always by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But i thought at the end i was a little too kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To know it's all lies, yet accepting you were right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dare i think of the hours before we part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Watching each of love's gradual decay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I chose to be a fool instead, even if i'm smart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To have made a promise when love falls, never shall i sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I slowly realized of all these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never existed either love or fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I've learnt in this, neither music had ever swell your soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nor the rhythm of my heartbeat existed in yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I may have deceived others all the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To say i'm fine and it's ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Leaving my soul to conceal the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of an endless and unceasing heartache that i couldn't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-adamkuek-28-02-2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5252960258389515251?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5252960258389515251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5252960258389515251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5252960258389515251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5252960258389515251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/loves-decay.html' title='A Love&apos;s Decay'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7482074066438547562</id><published>2008-02-26T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:17:58.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Our Living Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes the path we walked might be long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes it leads to another path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just trust me and think of it as a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll walk till the end of the road even if it's tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There might be times you feel like letting go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at times you feel as if there's no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has heaven placed a cloud on your soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To believe the first that let go are my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may have made mistakes at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But aren't the mistakes were to make you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you forgot you only cried happy tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While we were together all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i know that i would end up walking all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall have never accepted this love at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This path is too hard for me to go on my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i shall think of it as a gift instead of a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I laughed and i cried because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This living path that we are both walking on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the last thing i would exchange for if you could feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For i hope at the very end, happiness is what i yield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you still holding my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe you are strong enough to let it all go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact i'm happy i had left a mark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On that everlasting soul of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek-27-02-2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7482074066438547562?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7482074066438547562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7482074066438547562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7482074066438547562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7482074066438547562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-living-path.html' title='Our Living Path'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6709325826410584850</id><published>2008-02-26T23:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:16:00.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A love that wasn't mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fireworks lit up the sky on this chilly night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wouldn't it be perfect without it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a shame it isn't you and me watching it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But instead, your new found memories by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may have the cold wind as an excuse for his warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or the sparkling stars to gaze at from his shoulders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this moment, i tried every single way to be glad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what's left, is my coat that you once took sheltered from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clock strucks twelve and all i could do is sighed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do everyone around me smiles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never believe that we have parted ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While we are still living under the same sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars above breaks a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you gaze into his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But mine was only a disguise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like shattered glass, it reminded me of your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't had the chance to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for now, it might mean nothing to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's better to end this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If somehow, you felt that way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 25-02-2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6709325826410584850?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6709325826410584850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6709325826410584850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6709325826410584850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6709325826410584850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-that-wasnt-mine.html' title='A love that wasn&apos;t mine'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3202213543426940415</id><published>2008-02-26T22:03:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:00:32.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Rachael Yong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHwM9xjPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IM39E6VY4wk/s1600-h/DSC09986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHwM9xjPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IM39E6VY4wk/s320/DSC09986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171548271800323314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i am featuring a young innocent lady by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachael Yong&lt;/span&gt;. I known her from school but got to understand her more after hanging out with her few other friends. She's very friendly and at times, very very nice. Nice as in helpful or something like that as i am currently having trouble finding the right words to describe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHws9xjQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7u64842yDzU/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHws9xjQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7u64842yDzU/s320/DSC00207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171548280390257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is single... still. I've noticed that she had been contacting one of my friend Patrick quite often as of late. I ain't jealous but simply curious. This is her friend Deborah, which happens to be my hiking mate. We go into the woods together and gets lost there happily, now Rachael wants to join in the fun every weekend. 2 is better than none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHxM9xjRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GOaE18fLcYc/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHxM9xjRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GOaE18fLcYc/s320/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171548288980192530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to dance. It turns Patrick on everytime she does her thang on the dance floor. She can do the hip hop thang like lil kim. She likes hanging out with cute guys too. Hence the picture above. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHx89xjSI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Q0zLbes3Xi0/s1600-h/DSC09078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHx89xjSI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Q0zLbes3Xi0/s320/DSC09078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171548301865094434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, we will be congregating at her place for steamboat. She certainly has very friendly parents and this year, as i've noticed, they all wore red on the first day. Only that little girl with that hair band thing and i stands out. It's amazing isn't it? Yes i know. Her mum discussed everything under the roof that day with me. I felt extremely happy. I feel like 'm writing an article like an 8 year old. This gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHyM9xjTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ocr-gov6aeY/s1600-h/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHyM9xjTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ocr-gov6aeY/s320/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171548306160061746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As í've said, Rachael can dance to any genre of music. Latin, Techno, Trance, RnB, Hip Hop, Ngajat or any hindu version of Britney's Gimme More. Noticed that she can even dance with one hand holding her beloved handphone while the other hand.... hmm... who knows what she's holding. Another thing which i noticed about her is that she has a very sweet voice. Unlike few ladies i know who have manly voice which is just horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3202213543426940415?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3202213543426940415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3202213543426940415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3202213543426940415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3202213543426940415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-rachael-yong.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Rachael Yong'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8UHwM9xjPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IM39E6VY4wk/s72-c/DSC09986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3277638883756146086</id><published>2008-02-24T18:41:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:56:12.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A love once was</title><content type='html'>Now you know how it all felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were part of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday i constantly remind myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're nothing but just a past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A short glance of you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I laughed at you all these while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I regretted doing so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The person i should, is myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my eagerness to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter if it was love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please erase it from your memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if i knew it was love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall close my ears and tell myself it isn't so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tears that once formed in my eyes before you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was actually not but just a painful sweat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop feeling sorry for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for yourselves for ever meeting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pain inside me might be excruciating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not believe it was for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, i'm glad to have this gift which i can't reject,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For it has set free a heart which has been betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate you for what you've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor shall i hate you for what you've not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me if i somehow did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it would have shown i've cared for someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whom my life ever need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 24-02-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3277638883756146086?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3277638883756146086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3277638883756146086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3277638883756146086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3277638883756146086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-once-was.html' title='A love once was'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-416533123242080157</id><published>2008-02-24T18:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:41:18.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>You were the reason i waited</title><content type='html'>I waited but you never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up to a familiar voice this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my ears were playing a fool with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pillows beside were left untouched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I refused to believe but warmth surrounded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been so long since you return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't you know i live my days waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the end of days hoping to see you once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In time, the pictures on my cupboard changes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flowers along my window wilted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every second that ticks away, my mind grows tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every day that passes, my heart aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been so long yet you haven't return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe you should know, sometimes i hesitate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i should end this wait, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i never could , until it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At times, the raindrops beats heavily on my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes it softly drizzles down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every memories that evaporates as day passes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my memories of you shall return like raindrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe i've to accept you never will return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If so , could we just meet in our next life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i shall tell you that this life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was as worthwhile as the wait i had in my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 23-02-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-416533123242080157?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/416533123242080157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=416533123242080157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/416533123242080157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/416533123242080157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-were-reason-i-waited.html' title='You were the reason i waited'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8101368640000038813</id><published>2008-02-24T18:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:30:50.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Jasmine Sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijrs9xjKI/AAAAAAAAArM/pApmjxPgg6Y/s1600-h/DSC06309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijrs9xjKI/AAAAAAAAArM/pApmjxPgg6Y/s320/DSC06309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170734555886357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine Sia&lt;/span&gt; was probably one the most interesting moment in my time. We met in a rather unusual way. Even though, it has been around 3 years since, i could still remember clearly how every morning i will spot a girl with a pink umbrella walking down the street to school. The beast in me told me to greet her every time she passes by and so i did. Well, it wouldn't seem nice to just ignore her right considering the fact that i always drove pass that area. Now that explains all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijr89xjLI/AAAAAAAAArU/8vwYVyWtYrU/s1600-h/DSC06307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijr89xjLI/AAAAAAAAArU/8vwYVyWtYrU/s320/DSC06307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170734560181324978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always refer as the Korean girl just because she looks like one. She now too has a boy friend and i have a slight feeling that her boy friend does not really like my presence. Nobody does by the way. But as if i cared. Anyway, she currently stays with her god sis, Laura. Laura is an expert on the tracks. I always remind myself of how young she is and i couldn't take things further. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijss9xjMI/AAAAAAAAArc/PNvt_VZm6Yw/s1600-h/DSC06315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijss9xjMI/AAAAAAAAArc/PNvt_VZm6Yw/s320/DSC06315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170734573066226882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine had just finished her beauty course or whatever that is called and is currently seeking a job. Interested employers should seek her services immediately. I am serious. We still do hang out but not that often anymore as she has other commitments to attend to. She did this kawaii pose exclusively for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adamkuek.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijss9xjNI/AAAAAAAAArk/5Ne3SSy-pGM/s1600-h/DSC08805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijss9xjNI/AAAAAAAAArk/5Ne3SSy-pGM/s320/DSC08805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170734573066226898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a picture i took of her while she's sleeping during her birthday. Not that she spend the night with me but nearly that. It was taken at my friend's birthday party as well that very same day. She got drunk and her boyfriend got pissed and hence, resulting it to be the last time she step foot onto Balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijs89xjOI/AAAAAAAAArs/CRqYXmqU2GQ/s1600-h/DSC08561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijs89xjOI/AAAAAAAAArs/CRqYXmqU2GQ/s320/DSC08561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170734577361194210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are certainly still good friends till this day. We might have not if we didn't met on the road. Just so you know, she lives a stone throw from my ex's house. Cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8101368640000038813?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8101368640000038813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8101368640000038813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8101368640000038813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8101368640000038813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-jasmine-sia.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Jasmine Sia'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ijrs9xjKI/AAAAAAAAArM/pApmjxPgg6Y/s72-c/DSC06309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7522187854354498010</id><published>2008-02-24T17:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:26:24.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Michelle Ting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic5s9xjFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DPduyZFrqJM/s1600-h/DSC06696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic5s9xjFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DPduyZFrqJM/s320/DSC06696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727099823131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's hard about writing an article about a girl? The arduous task of choosing the right picture for the person. This is my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle Ting&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, she has the honor to be the first female to feature in my Friend's Finder session. We had known each other since secondary school where she sits behind me, so i guess she spends most her time in class everyday admiring the view of my back. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that i don't know&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6M9xjGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JPswPKNuci8/s1600-h/DSC06854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6M9xjGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JPswPKNuci8/s320/DSC06854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727108413066338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that i know, her best friend besides me could be none other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Choo&lt;/span&gt; which i will feature in my post in a few days time. Coincidentally, she sits beside her in class as well which also meant the both of them took turns admiring me from behind. Somehow Anna gave up and got married last year and had me become her chauffeur, so she could admire the view of my back for the very last time. Ok, enough of the endless jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6M9xjHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZjAV3BiDT4U/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6M9xjHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZjAV3BiDT4U/s320/DSC00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727108413066354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have pictures of Michelle posing exclusively for me. But , i don't think it would be appropriate to post it up as it would create another media storm like a respected movie artist did few weeks back. My dad continuously told her dad that she's " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a fast learner, independent girl and very very smart &lt;/span&gt;" . But i could just simplify it in one word , " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazingly Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; ". Ok, make it two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6c9xjII/AAAAAAAAAq8/Bgzy9KKX5Rw/s1600-h/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6c9xjII/AAAAAAAAAq8/Bgzy9KKX5Rw/s320/DSC00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727112708033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has tons of pretty friends. Hence , one of the reason why i got along so well with her. Even though i have no other intentions, but the sight of hanging out with 7 females at once proved too much to turn down. Besides doing her own day time job as a property marketing executive, she turns into a &lt;del&gt;pole&lt;/del&gt; dancer at night. I regularly tell my other girl friends that she teaches people how to dance. I also made it a habit to invite her to any football matches which i'm competing in. I had made a research that out of the 10 games which i've played in which she had came and supported us, we had won 8 and the remaining two is when i didn't play and we eventually lose. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6s9xjJI/AAAAAAAAArE/48UT7GuDTuI/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic6s9xjJI/AAAAAAAAArE/48UT7GuDTuI/s320/DSC06777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170727117003000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great friend. My breakfast buddy. Got 2 pretty sisters. Has very cool parents and a brother who sometimes cancel out on our football session after promising to turn up. What more can you ask for. It's interesting as it can get. I did not know how on earth did i pose in such a way, its hideous but she certainly made it look perfect like she always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7522187854354498010?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7522187854354498010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7522187854354498010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7522187854354498010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7522187854354498010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-michelle-ting.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Michelle Ting'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R8Ic5s9xjFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DPduyZFrqJM/s72-c/DSC06696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-4957466145204424275</id><published>2008-02-20T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:28:28.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Love is just an indulgence</title><content type='html'>Love is just an indulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on the last day of new year, when you looked back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know why i cried the moment i came to this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now i realized it was because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you take this feeling back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to stop because you don't seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if my eyes are destined for tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could i turn my back on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventhough we are separated by a sad destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll face it til the end of the road with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at you from afar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quietly wishing i was a shooting star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wished i could fly past you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every night you made your wish upon it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's better not to hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living in a world of lies hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What more to have it on myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To believe that love is just an indulgence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your eyes i'm just someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in mine, you were everything i could wish for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I brave myself for this familiar pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When even love cries facing my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a sad song nearing it's end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought this sadness in me will fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only to realized it never would,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were already destined as a sad song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 21-02-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-4957466145204424275?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/4957466145204424275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=4957466145204424275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4957466145204424275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/4957466145204424275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-just-indulgence.html' title='Love is just an indulgence'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3087801797481173077</id><published>2008-02-20T06:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:25:05.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Eric Jong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDH89xjAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EG9eNK09Jb0/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDH89xjAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EG9eNK09Jb0/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169080276217859074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Jong&lt;/span&gt;. I am sure that most Mirians know him for he once claimed that he has the style of Jay Chou and the voice of David Tao . I seriously shit you not. I have known him since young and he's my good buddy and i really do have to give him the credit he earns for his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIc9xjBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/YvNt1-Wp8hM/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIc9xjBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/YvNt1-Wp8hM/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169080284807793682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is easy to talk to and jokes alot. Way too much to a few people's liking in fact. He gets drunk every saturday night and makes more new girl friends the day after. I took a picture of him while he was in a poor state of mind. I have a feeling that he actually is the only person i am still in contact with til today compared to the rest back in primary school which i have totally forgotten of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIs9xjCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7mwg2IMmtV8/s1600-h/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIs9xjCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7mwg2IMmtV8/s320/DSC00066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169080289102760994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i know, he attracts alot of girls. I am dead serious. Maybe they are all attracted to his voice or the way he presents himself. I aint sure. The hand gesture tells us how it's all done. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIs9xjDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D2i7hRuvgKc/s1600-h/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDIs9xjDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D2i7hRuvgKc/s320/DSC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169080289102761010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of his good point is, he can do magic card tricks that makes girls laugh. Funny how most of them could think it's funny to get fooled by tricks. Countless have suffered the same fate with all this card trick nonsense. But it sure does get things done , his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDJM9xjEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VfmAiQLGUaQ/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDJM9xjEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VfmAiQLGUaQ/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169080297692695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a great friend indeed, we did many silly things together. I'll never forget the time where he made me looked like a fool in front of a few girls when i fell down the drain while staring at them ladies. Oh, and by the way he totally worships Edison Chen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3087801797481173077?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3087801797481173077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3087801797481173077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3087801797481173077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3087801797481173077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-eric-jong.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Eric Jong'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7xDH89xjAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EG9eNK09Jb0/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3776041672389246531</id><published>2008-02-20T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:54:23.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>Adam's Friend Finder - Adrian Tiong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5rc9xi7I/AAAAAAAAApU/YQIgx54KRjE/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5rc9xi7I/AAAAAAAAApU/YQIgx54KRjE/s320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169069890986937266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i would like to start a session introducing each and everyone of my friends. They get to feature on my web according to my liking. This week, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adamkuek.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; will be featuring a very unemotional person by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian Tiong&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently he is my cousin and yes, he is very single and available at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5r89xi8I/AAAAAAAAApc/HJ-ruwA1kLA/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5r89xi8I/AAAAAAAAApc/HJ-ruwA1kLA/s320/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169069899576871874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with what i know about him. As you can see from the picture, he does really stand out from the crowd due to his coolness in front of the cameras , and ladies as well. He does not like to get funny when theres ladies around. He might look fierce and pervertish in the picture but actually he is a nice guy with a nice heart and he just broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5sM9xi9I/AAAAAAAAApk/BQ9evk-5CNc/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5sM9xi9I/AAAAAAAAApk/BQ9evk-5CNc/s320/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169069903871839186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with him will make you feel like you are hanging out with Miri's own Jay Chou. He certainly has the looks but i doubt he has the voice. But he can take solace from the fact that Jay Chou can't sing that well either. All that murmuring that makes him all famous. Try doing that during your job interviews then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5sc9xi-I/AAAAAAAAAps/CAjAiVgrhlo/s1600-h/DSC03656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5sc9xi-I/AAAAAAAAAps/CAjAiVgrhlo/s320/DSC03656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169069908166806498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i know, he likes cars alot, and guys as well. Of cause, his own male friends which he normally hangs out with. He enjoys posing in front of the camera too. Girls who are self obsessed should suit him well. Did i not mentioned that he plays soccer as well? Thanks largely to him, most of my spectacular goals are from his assist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5ss9xi_I/AAAAAAAAAp0/HAnrQBAPOnE/s1600-h/DSC09901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5ss9xi_I/AAAAAAAAAp0/HAnrQBAPOnE/s320/DSC09901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169069912461773810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seldom goes to soccer training now, most possibly due to the fact that he's more comfortable baring all his well built body for all to see in the swimming pool. I strongly recommend any ladies who are desperate for a boy friend to check him out. He can webcam with you all day long if you all insist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3776041672389246531?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3776041672389246531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3776041672389246531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3776041672389246531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3776041672389246531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-adrian-tiong.html' title='Adam&apos;s Friend Finder - Adrian Tiong'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7w5rc9xi7I/AAAAAAAAApU/YQIgx54KRjE/s72-c/DSC00033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3041118575661601842</id><published>2008-02-19T08:59:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:30:25.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Magnolia's GOTCHA ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUM9xi2I/AAAAAAAAAos/9S1dUZweubI/s1600-h/DSC08087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUM9xi2I/AAAAAAAAAos/9S1dUZweubI/s320/DSC08087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738538555018082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magnolia's&lt;/span&gt; orange flavored confectionery. My mum bought this from a mini mart near my house while i was out &lt;del&gt;flirting&lt;/del&gt; learning how to cook with girls. It comes with the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOTCHA lion&lt;/span&gt; on it and it does really confuses me because the cheeky animal doesn't look like a hairy lion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUs9xi3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/X6rZ2yr9zIs/s1600-h/DSC08088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUs9xi3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/X6rZ2yr9zIs/s320/DSC08088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738547144952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any kindergarten student could easily identify it to be a flirty teddy bear wheeling away in delight from nobody. Just look at the eyes of that teddy bear as if it's telling that someone is chasing him from the rear and that sniggering look of his suggest that its a cat and mouse kinda game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUs9xi4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/IojJVOtVC7U/s1600-h/DSC08092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUs9xi4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/IojJVOtVC7U/s320/DSC08092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738547144952706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magnolia's GOTCHA&lt;/span&gt; orange flavoured confection does really cool things down a little especially after having a light work out in my room. You know, some little exercise. It's very sweet in my opinion but nonetheless revitalizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sQKM9xi6I/AAAAAAAAApM/VdwZn7KNypg/s1600-h/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sQKM9xi6I/AAAAAAAAApM/VdwZn7KNypg/s320/DSC00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168742764802837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on another note, i just realized that my friend's birthday had passed. I was supposed to wish her Happy Birthday on the 16th but somehow, something caught up and i got drunk during those few days. It's all my friend's fault for introducing me some new chicks to hang out with and now i gotta make it up to/for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sQJ89xi5I/AAAAAAAAApE/NFfHEPxlyrw/s1600-h/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sQJ89xi5I/AAAAAAAAApE/NFfHEPxlyrw/s320/DSC00052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168742760507870098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe some catchy fireworks would do again this year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Jane&lt;/span&gt;. I know this is a simple one, but sometimes, simple works just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3041118575661601842?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3041118575661601842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3041118575661601842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3041118575661601842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3041118575661601842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/magnolias-gotcha-ice-cream.html' title='Magnolia&apos;s GOTCHA ice cream'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7sMUM9xi2I/AAAAAAAAAos/9S1dUZweubI/s72-c/DSC08087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2361985160487194796</id><published>2008-02-19T05:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:06:36.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>The Quiz</title><content type='html'>I had all the time in the world to go for this quiz. Seems like i did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2361985160487194796?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2361985160487194796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2361985160487194796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2361985160487194796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2361985160487194796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/quiz.html' title='The Quiz'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5394715721454713520</id><published>2008-02-18T22:09:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:10:54.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Sushi from M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p21s9xiuI/AAAAAAAAAns/15f4nZCnwH4/s1600-h/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p21s9xiuI/AAAAAAAAAns/15f4nZCnwH4/s320/DSC00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168574187336469218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a box of sushi from a friend of mine few days ago. I call her "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Fruit&lt;/span&gt;" which could easily be translated into mandarin. Maybe i'll just drop a hint. It starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p2189xivI/AAAAAAAAAn0/f50xtvF84yY/s1600-h/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p2189xivI/AAAAAAAAAn0/f50xtvF84yY/s320/DSC00036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168574191631436530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that the sushi which she made is from her heart instead of her hands. So, i guess i shall just finish it all by myself but somehow i did let my brother have a try. Anyway, the box reveals exactly 9 pieces of neatly done sushi consisting of 3 different taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p22c9xiwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bEA0rVWIxoQ/s1600-h/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p22c9xiwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bEA0rVWIxoQ/s320/DSC00040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168574200221371138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular one has meat floss in it. I always like meat floss, she certainly knows what i like even though i never told her. It's sweet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p22s9xixI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ztS5hwpkasQ/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p22s9xixI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ztS5hwpkasQ/s320/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168574204516338450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sushi which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; made comes with thin slices of egg and cucumber in it. She told me not to put it in the fridge as it will freeze up like rock and it wouldn't taste nice. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i always thought girls like rock, hard stuff.... lol &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p2289xiyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/VqgH-sdvg0I/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p2289xiyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/VqgH-sdvg0I/s320/DSC00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168574208811305762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer picture of the sushi. It's very appetizing. I really have to say this or else i won't have anymore sushis made for me if i somehow said something nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p8_89xizI/AAAAAAAAAoU/X-s3jCM-SsU/s1600-h/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p8_89xizI/AAAAAAAAAoU/X-s3jCM-SsU/s320/DSC00059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168580960499895090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M aka Happy Fruit&lt;/span&gt; also came up with another sushi filled with carrot slices wrapped in between eggs and meat floss. I literally swallowed everything down like theres no tomorrow. I don't know why. It must have been the sleeping pills i took the day before that made me so hungry or maybe she put a spell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p9AM9xi0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/hMck4yecVlg/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p9AM9xi0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/hMck4yecVlg/s320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168580964794862402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't believe me, here goes an up close picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p9Ac9xi1I/AAAAAAAAAok/m_4OQRA2ETw/s1600-h/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p9Ac9xi1I/AAAAAAAAAok/m_4OQRA2ETw/s320/DSC00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168580969089829714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meat floss filled sushi which was mentioned earlier on. I really am lucky at times. Most of my friends got to eat plain rice and porridge after their football match, whereas i had the privilege to have something more delectable. Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Fruit&lt;/span&gt; for the heart warming sushi. I will make something nice in return for you. I hope. lol. No , i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5394715721454713520?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5394715721454713520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5394715721454713520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5394715721454713520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5394715721454713520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/sushi-from-m.html' title='Sushi from M'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7p21s9xiuI/AAAAAAAAAns/15f4nZCnwH4/s72-c/DSC00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5630161789226288099</id><published>2008-02-16T06:58:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:15:57.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>The flower i met</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7b8S89xitI/AAAAAAAAAnk/v_Ig7g5HIow/s1600-h/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7b8S89xitI/AAAAAAAAAnk/v_Ig7g5HIow/s320/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167595024987294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who makes me smile everytime i see her. Funny how she could easily make me smile everytime i think about her. She has that vibrant personality in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about her that just makes me happy everytime i see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to find the exact words to describe her. This world needs more people like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's probably the first person i met that actually has that effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She''s honest and funny. I like funny people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5630161789226288099?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5630161789226288099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5630161789226288099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5630161789226288099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5630161789226288099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/flower-i-met.html' title='The flower i met'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R7b8S89xitI/AAAAAAAAAnk/v_Ig7g5HIow/s72-c/DSC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6710132227792164904</id><published>2008-02-13T17:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:14:38.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>How i wished i was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Happy Valentines to all&lt;/span&gt;. This was written for someone who can't celebrate it this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wished i was blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my eyes, you mesmerized me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew we couldn't be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in my heart, you were all i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told myself to forget ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The vivid memories of our embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only if i could turn back time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll turn myself away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day by day, I've grown with this familiar pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The silence and loneliness of my world without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world tells me not to dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That theres no hope for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the use of my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When only tears trickled down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than to have you appear in front of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wished i was blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see reflections of myself without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear footsteps of myself instead of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only darkness covered me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least the footsteps of others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will remind me of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wished i was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if the hands that holds me belong to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the breath of others will seem like yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least in this darkness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your presence forever lingers on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek-14-02-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6710132227792164904?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6710132227792164904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6710132227792164904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6710132227792164904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6710132227792164904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-i-wished-i-was.html' title='How i wished i was'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8255556735922701922</id><published>2008-02-04T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:30:13.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'>Nothing beats a Hot Piping Pau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCRMQ7epI/AAAAAAAAAnM/i85My9bZXaA/s1600-h/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCRMQ7epI/AAAAAAAAAnM/i85My9bZXaA/s320/DSC00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163097992176827026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a box of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Char Siew Pau&lt;/span&gt; from my friend few days back before i began football training. It has been a routine for us to kick start our daily football training session with buns and few non-alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCR8Q7eqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5bHbgtUlMjA/s1600-h/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCR8Q7eqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5bHbgtUlMjA/s320/DSC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163098005061728930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend bought this little devil here from a pastry shop called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Sau Pau Cafe&lt;/span&gt;. We normally termed Pau as steamed buns and we ( guys ) really do love it. Ask your dad if he agrees with me. Unfortunately for me, i don't have the opportunity to have a bite at it during times when i really have the urge unlike my friends who already are already in a stable relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCSMQ7erI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qXRd6K0vuM0/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCSMQ7erI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qXRd6K0vuM0/s320/DSC00039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163098009356696242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bite and the char siew pau tasted good. Although it's in the size of a B cup, ( he he ) It's very sweet in my opinion but nonetheless strangely fulfilling. Quick get some of this pau from the above cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8255556735922701922?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8255556735922701922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8255556735922701922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8255556735922701922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8255556735922701922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-beats-hot-piping-pau.html' title='Nothing beats a Hot Piping Pau'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R6cCRMQ7epI/AAAAAAAAAnM/i85My9bZXaA/s72-c/DSC00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5019064268290482656</id><published>2008-01-29T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:49:47.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A wait i can't forget</title><content type='html'>A wait i can't forget - Theres a place i know called heaven, A place i know that gather tears, because the only thing i know in this world, is your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the wait you told me to cherish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could this be the last promise we'll ever make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In truth, i have grown tired of this waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only if we could just leave it all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't even recall how many times i've walked past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you never seem to realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hurting deep inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't a pierce that hurts, but rather a slow never ending cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However it's a moment too late to turn back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remembered to cherished the wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your absence, i've begin to miss you more in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wished this dream is real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your smiles keeps me hoping every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't blame the world for not treating me fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all that is, all i could say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been lucky to meet you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it needs more than that, to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, but i can never tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you really cherish my destiny, just set me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, but i can never be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set me free, I've to stop lying to myself in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wait that i've learnt to cherish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you still haven't realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does not belong to us, in this life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've started to wished it could be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps in our next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, but i'm only able to say it to you in this dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can't love me, just set me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, but i can't lie to you in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it in, you love me still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 30-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5019064268290482656?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5019064268290482656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5019064268290482656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>流过生命的.回忆 . Moments we had - You probably won't know, that, this was for you. But only if you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks Michelle Ting for the mandarin title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now i've understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That behind your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a broken heart in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you left in such a hurry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you really hate me that much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or were the explanations i made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You refused to accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know time couldn't possibly heal the rift between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neither could it settle the differences we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i'll live knowing it has not distance us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i said i love you once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you forgive me this fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now i understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moment that you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventhough my tears are dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every second i breath, my heart quietly cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why did you told me the best room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS the room inside the heart of someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were those words for me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or for me of the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this sadness in my heart will forever stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i know yours is covered by scars as well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the use of hating this feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For heaven has given me this sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This feeling in which i'm unable to reject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i said i miss you once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you still open that door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You probably will never know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't sleep if you really chose to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This broken heart of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said you couldn't love with it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i have a day more given to us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will prepare everything for your happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now i've understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That loving you does not always end up the way i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That waiting for you does not meant that you'll come back as one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That missing you does not only take 7 years of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, by not betraying your own feelings for that one person you'll ever come across,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 29-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-9017723137967774718?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/9017723137967774718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=9017723137967774718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/9017723137967774718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/9017723137967774718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/moments-we-had.html' title='流过生命的.回忆 - Moments we had'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6576791756902997862</id><published>2008-01-27T09:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:00:06.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Delights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Nariza is sizzling hot. My finger sizzles the moment i am typing this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6576791756902997862?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6576791756902997862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6576791756902997862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6576791756902997862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6576791756902997862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-nariza-is-sizzling-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6832034706371232673</id><published>2008-01-27T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:36:00.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Week of randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8NMQ7ekI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QYv_wyv85fE/s1600-h/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8NMQ7ekI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QYv_wyv85fE/s320/DSC00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160206207876299330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days had not been as interesting as the few i had 2 months ago. Things had gradually slowed down. I thought it's supposed to be all fun-filled and laughters but funnily enough, it HAS NOT BEEN. I had buffet at a respective hotel during lunch for 2 days straight as the highlight of the week. Now, how boring can that get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8NsQ7elI/AAAAAAAAAms/kTAIpIk6Ycg/s1600-h/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8NsQ7elI/AAAAAAAAAms/kTAIpIk6Ycg/s320/DSC00053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160206216466233938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, all my friends are so engrossed in hair trimming that they even went haircut in groups. Seriously, how gay can they get. Anyway, I wanted to have a haircut sooner, but i just could not trust my personal hairstylist anymore. She promised that i would look different and more K-drama liked. She failed me. Miserably. Now i am contemplating on spending the next few days figuring the DIY haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OMQ7emI/AAAAAAAAAm0/loK-HlNfX8c/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OMQ7emI/AAAAAAAAAm0/loK-HlNfX8c/s320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160206225056168546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this picture here makes me laugh at the sight of it. I came across this light-up signboard  on my recent visit to Batu Niah.  I wanted to show this to my friend back in Miri but i guess she's just too busy with herself everyday. Yeap, you guess it right, that's her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OMQ7enI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SKlAut0BAdE/s1600-h/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OMQ7enI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SKlAut0BAdE/s320/DSC00074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160206225056168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've continuously stated about how dull my life has been. This is another of those dull, boring moments when i took a glass and somehow take pictures of my friend's face through it. It isn't funny at all. But i did laugh for few seconds though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OcQ7eoI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DB8qzVZvBXU/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8OcQ7eoI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DB8qzVZvBXU/s320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160206229351135874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as the week comes to a close, i remembered i took few really decent pictures of sunset along the beach. I found that it looks really nice and sophisticated. Talking about nice and sophisticated, i just persuaded a lady to go for modeling session. Although she might not really take my words for real, somehow i hope she does. I see potential in one and i seriously think she should try it out. Very Very Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6832034706371232673?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6832034706371232673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6832034706371232673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6832034706371232673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6832034706371232673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-of-randoms.html' title='Week of randoms'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y8NMQ7ekI/AAAAAAAAAmk/QYv_wyv85fE/s72-c/DSC00003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-380030678925087464</id><published>2008-01-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:06:03.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>The Cobwebs in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UMQ7ehI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JuPazMM0UcM/s1600-h/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UMQ7ehI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JuPazMM0UcM/s320/DSC00089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160200830577244690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the interior of my car. It has gone through ups and downs with me. It seriously has. Although not as long as my ex, but long enough to understand the person who drives her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UcQ7eiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1PBB4FtXXRw/s1600-h/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UcQ7eiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1PBB4FtXXRw/s320/DSC00084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160200834872212002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not had notice this  strings of cobweb hanging from side to side if it weren't for the fact that i left my mobile phone in the passenger's dashboard few days back. Of course, i did found my mobile phone if you are so inclined. There's a message which a lady who wrote to me stating that " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that you don't need to have your hair done like a popstar to have a gf, it's just that you are too choosy, Don't play expensive &lt;/span&gt;" She continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UsQ7ejI/AAAAAAAAAmc/rPO8OUGLRT0/s1600-h/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UsQ7ejI/AAAAAAAAAmc/rPO8OUGLRT0/s320/DSC00085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160200839167179314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i can't even recall what kind of conversation i had with her few days back but judging by the cobwebs from the passenger side, i guess she's not totally wrong with the statement. If i weren't too picky, guess theres no room for little creepy crawlies to play Xmas decorations with me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh by the way, my mum always has this thoughts that i always drive girls around which is so not true. Maybe, this picture would make her finally realized that her son is telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-380030678925087464?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/380030678925087464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=380030678925087464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/380030678925087464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/380030678925087464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/cobwebs-in-my-life.html' title='The Cobwebs in my life'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5y3UMQ7ehI/AAAAAAAAAmM/JuPazMM0UcM/s72-c/DSC00089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-926521893033960954</id><published>2008-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:51:33.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eatery'/><title type='text'>Prawn Mee @ Sing Chiong Restaurant, Berkenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy9sQ7ecI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8uMAGR1I4aE/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy9sQ7ecI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8uMAGR1I4aE/s320/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160196045983676866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SING CHIONG&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant. Perhaps i do not need to introduce much on this eating establishment which is located at the outskirts of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt; as it's already flocked with people during every weekends. I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berkenu&lt;/span&gt; few days back just to pay my friend, who happens to be the owner of this restaurant a visit. I promised to come down &lt;del&gt;once every week&lt;/del&gt; once in a blue moon to have his Fresh Water prawn mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy98Q7edI/AAAAAAAAAls/zwUlRU5rPGk/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy98Q7edI/AAAAAAAAAls/zwUlRU5rPGk/s320/DSC00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160196050278644178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as expected, i filled myself up with one of their flagship dish. The Prawn Mee. What were you thinking? Something fancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy98Q7eeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DN1YTVcbBx8/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy98Q7eeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DN1YTVcbBx8/s320/DSC00037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160196050278644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres quite an amount of prawns dumped into my bowl and that certainly made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy-MQ7efI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VHhkZdE4_EY/s1600-h/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy-MQ7efI/AAAAAAAAAl8/VHhkZdE4_EY/s320/DSC00039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160196054573611506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This succulent prawns taste so juicy and the meat is so fresh and tender that it really kinda reminds me of someone, sorry, i meant something. It's not spicy but diners who prefer hot and spicy stuffs could request for a rather spicy-filled broth from the chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy-cQ7egI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ng-w5Mo4YhM/s1600-h/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy-cQ7egI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ng-w5Mo4YhM/s320/DSC00040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160196058868578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word has it that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berkenu's&lt;/span&gt; prawns taste way better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batu Niahs&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe someday you guys should just go up and try. Remember, inform them that you saw it from my site. Who knows they might just offer me free lunch the next time i visit them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-926521893033960954?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/926521893033960954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=926521893033960954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/926521893033960954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/926521893033960954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/prawn-mee-sing-chiong-restaurant.html' title='Prawn Mee @ Sing Chiong Restaurant, Berkenu'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R5yy9sQ7ecI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8uMAGR1I4aE/s72-c/DSC00042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5314791369461899823</id><published>2008-01-22T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:46:24.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>From the shore of sadness</title><content type='html'>For the girl i knew back then,  fate brought us so far, It's up to us to make it happen. Did you remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is said that happiness awaits at the other side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadness dwells within our hearts like the dark clouds above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason that we met is because of fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until today, i refused to give up on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time has painfully drifted by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The footprints that we left once are now washed away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scent of yours are replaced by the dandelions that sways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving long lasting memories of you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever the wind blows before sunsets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel your presence in the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were to come back again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will still love you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My world shattered like a broken glass the day you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constantly leaving me with a painful wound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could it be healed within an instance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the only person who could melt it back has left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your absence, this shore i am standing on keeps me hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every breath i take is still awaiting your return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In truth, i've never could have come this far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't if the shattered memories never float back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny how in this cruel and suffocating world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could be easily transformed into heaven by a single person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were to come back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not let you go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the dragonfly in the air, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems as if it has lost it's way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised to erase the moments we had before you left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for you, i'll rather live my life with all the bruises till death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i really had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- adamkuek - 23-01-2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5314791369461899823?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5314791369461899823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5314791369461899823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5314791369461899823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5314791369461899823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-shore-of-sadness_22.html' title='From the shore of sadness'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2766892884459659612</id><published>2008-01-20T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:17:42.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Even if  ( It's OK )</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to one of the close friends i had. Maybe it's a little bit too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if  ( It's ok )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A long time ago, I met a young girl with that big eyes of hers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her long black hair and school uniform fits her so well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word she speaks are like every chords in a song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smiles of hers forever hides in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In no time, she became that woman with deep eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her smiles forever reminding me of the first day we met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every touch of her fingertips reminded me of the first time we hold each other's hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow in time, i found i might have to let her go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes i fear i might forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time is ticking and running out for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have let you knew before you leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you had given me the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i kept stalling in a distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because i couldnt give you anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized i should have let you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since it's the only wish you made before you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From your bedside i am whispering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll still be by your side, even if it aches me to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if loving you is a burden, it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if i can't hold your hands again, it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if i am not able to hear your voice again, it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you're not able to smile back at me again, it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if your tears ceases to drop again, it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you can't recall my voice, it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if your eyes stop seeing me, it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you're not able to feel the warmth of my palm anymore, its ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you've lost all your memories with me, its ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it means forgetting me in your life, its ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it hurts til the very end, it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's ok ... as long as i can see you get well again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 21-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2766892884459659612?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2766892884459659612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2766892884459659612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2766892884459659612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2766892884459659612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/even-if-its-ok.html' title='Even if  ( It&apos;s OK )'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3787740914608903214</id><published>2008-01-20T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:29:03.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>In this sleep, theres a song</title><content type='html'>Even if we started out first as a misunderstanding, why should it end with one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a song which is echoing in my ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to open my eyes, but i couldn't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to open my mouth, but there's no sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I clenched my fist, tears slowly dropping down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You keep on asking the title of this song in my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You turned away as i told you it's a secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you act in such a way when things don't go your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't you chose to know the contents instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this dream, i have walked too far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Further than my legs could carry me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I refused to look back from where i'm standing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because i know that's what loneliness awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You entered my life with that everlasting smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You laid on my shoulders whenever you're down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you did all that when you know it will all end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't you chose to say goodbye first instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From this sleep, your voice is fading eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pictures of you which i'm holding is slowing wearing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised myself not to whisper your name when i'm awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised myself not to take the path you took when you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might be counting your time backwards in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might be wishing i am doing the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you start bringing hope when there's actually none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't you just spare and treasure the good times behind instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this sleep tears are starting to form like crossroads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the tears that betrayed me once refused to fall down straight this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's freezing up as i've find it hard to open my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me do so, please let me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then this frozen tears could dissipate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me to see you again ......at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 21-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3787740914608903214?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3787740914608903214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3787740914608903214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3787740914608903214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3787740914608903214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-this-sleep-theres-song.html' title='In this sleep, theres a song'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5759791673224648097</id><published>2008-01-18T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:30:21.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>It's been a year in this misty world</title><content type='html'>Why do you always wander, Why do you always hesitate on what you want to say,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, love, fate, even life, all fade in front of goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A year drifted past longer than i expected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since it was the beginning of the end for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought the road to recovery takes just a few steps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories i had with you came rushing back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like water streaming down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How am i able to slow it down with my bare hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shyness that brings forth the moment i confessed my love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lingers on clearly when the bell chimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was , on your birthday that i met someone new, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who has the same name as you, Someone who smiles like you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..and someone who makes my heart beat like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The laughters, hopes, and wishes we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are forever buried deep down in a soft misty sanctuary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From now, i'm left with the last memory to make,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The never ending wait and tears for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't say i stopped loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't say i stopped missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because that warm gaze of yours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was brighter than the ring on your left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could i ever stopped and how could i ever not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When that misty santuary forever exist in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 18-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5759791673224648097?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5759791673224648097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5759791673224648097' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>I Believe ( in me )</title><content type='html'>Life is not about saying sorry, but it's about being thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rays from the sun sets me awake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day has passed and i still feel sad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shouldn't have and i shouldn't be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up, knowing you're now making your own new memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cry and i shout in my dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only place i can hide all my feelings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if my hope of us is covered in darkness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll still wake up as long as i breathe, in search of the new us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in me, in my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when you fall, i'll be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to fall with you, but to hold you before you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in me, in my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you've a changed of heart, i'll be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to cry over you, but to wipe away your tears instead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in me, in my soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you hate me for loving you, i'll still be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to make up with you, but to put that smile back into you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i believe in me, in all my yearning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you have to go before me, i'll always be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to see you go, but to be forever that person whose by your side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adamkuek- 18-01-2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6436664161718901075?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6436664161718901075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6436664161718901075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6436664161718901075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6436664161718901075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-believe-in-me.html' title='I Believe ( in me )'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-825774456309898478</id><published>2008-01-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:21:54.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Miniature Motor Driven Bike for SALE  -  RM 1200 ( Nego )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Ewt2dI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cUnZnIL1czs/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Ewt2dI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cUnZnIL1czs/s320/DSC00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155375776403413458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this on behalf of my football buddy. This miniature motor driven bike will be in your responsible hands for the amount of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM 1200.00&lt;/span&gt;. ( Negotiable ) . The owner gave me the green light to call this bike , Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Uwt2eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VVhPDPdvueU/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Uwt2eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VVhPDPdvueU/s320/DSC00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155375780698380770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My football buddy decided to call it quits on his teenage years and is very reluctant to sell off this bike of his which he had many many fond memories of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Uwt2fI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Pw1Mm0mhKM8/s1600-h/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Uwt2fI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Pw1Mm0mhKM8/s320/DSC00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155375780698380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's well taken care of and ever since he resprayed the whole bike, he never had let anybody touch nor intruded it yet. I was one of the lucky fews to actually had my hands on this neatly done up bike the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9kwt2gI/AAAAAAAAAks/W1ZH28hN_xo/s1600-h/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9kwt2gI/AAAAAAAAAks/W1ZH28hN_xo/s320/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155375784993348098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even beats our nation's pride - the kancil at 80 km/h by a distance of 3 cars on 2 km stretch along the boulevard road. According to the owner of this wonderful bike, it has gone through up and downs with him while he was plying his trade in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt; as the owner himself is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuchingnite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha certainly catch the eye of many. The view from the backside looks so inviting that it kinda build an urge for me to feel the flow of it's tailpipe. It must be really " EXHAUSTING" revving it right there from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9kwt2hI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LfPqQF3BmRg/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9kwt2hI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LfPqQF3BmRg/s320/DSC00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155375784993348114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the attention to detail is carefully modified and it looks just as new as it is before. The good thing about this little devil here is it's already modified for any race events. Be it drag or some girl-impressing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgEwt2iI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_8ZG0Jw2b1Y/s320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379676233718306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at the motor. Personally, i feel theres too much decoration on it. But no worries, it's only stickers and it could be peeled off easily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UOBKVbF9HZI/s1600-h/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UOBKVbF9HZI/s320/DSC00031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379680528685618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame that i didn't had a test run on it the other day because time wasn't too kind on me. I had always wanted to own one of this little fellas and take it out on a run every sunday at Esplanade just to impressed a few. But all this impress and feel good factor could be yours, for i am helping my friend to let go of his beloved bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VxWFAV7C6Vc/s1600-h/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VxWFAV7C6Vc/s320/DSC00045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379680528685634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other ordinary sports bike, its a one seater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2lI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5E5_nLzZlB8/s1600-h/DSC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgUwt2lI/AAAAAAAAAlU/5E5_nLzZlB8/s320/DSC00046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379680528685650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tyres are still in tip top condition. View to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgkwt2mI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wQLkJ1SBV1Q/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uWgkwt2mI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wQLkJ1SBV1Q/s320/DSC00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379684823652962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good advertisement wouldn't be good enough without a complimentary picture of myself sitting and holding onto lovely samantha. It could be all yours for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM 1200.00&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrange for a test run and i personally shit you not, this thing is as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** SMS or Call me at 014 687 9316 . Callers at night are subjected to a round of drink for me for waking me up from sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** By the way, any ladies by the name of Samantha, i apologize to you in advanced. But seriously, Samantha is a lovely name and lovely certainly suits this bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-825774456309898478?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/825774456309898478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=825774456309898478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/825774456309898478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/825774456309898478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/miniature-motor-driven-bike-for-sale-rm.html' title='Miniature Motor Driven Bike for SALE  -  RM 1200 ( Nego )'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4uS9Ewt2dI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cUnZnIL1czs/s72-c/DSC00010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7263853262181867650</id><published>2008-01-14T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:07:34.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>A happy new year to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVZ0wt2YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Yk2KDbWG_bw/s1600-h/DSC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVZ0wt2YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Yk2KDbWG_bw/s320/DSC00016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308100603730306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy new year to everyone. A Happy new 2008. I have not been around for quite some time due to certain things that pop up SUDDENLY. I know i am always late. So , this article could be the first for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while i was wasting my time back in 1U few weeks ago, my mum kinda rearranged my room across the ocean. I came back few days later, only to realized a love-shaped box sitting shyly on my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVb0wt2ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j4qxb0ngXbY/s1600-h/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVb0wt2ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j4qxb0ngXbY/s320/DSC00021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308134963468690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore i can't recall whoever that gave me this or how did it ended up there. Hence, my curiosity got the better of me and i opened up and have a peek, only to find pieces of ... puzzles in it. You see, i am not a big fan of puzzle assembling so i did not bother to take the effort to piece it back into a complete picture. Not until my dad took matters into his own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcEwt2aI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-zbjETpoDh8/s1600-h/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcEwt2aI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-zbjETpoDh8/s320/DSC00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308139258436002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kindly offered his 3 hours picking up the pieces and arranged it back into something understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcUwt2bI/AAAAAAAAAkE/RE3Uw8hQLq0/s1600-h/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcUwt2bI/AAAAAAAAAkE/RE3Uw8hQLq0/s320/DSC00031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308143553403314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over the task from him and finished off the missing pieces. Honestly, it was hard work. I've never ever try to finish or even started puzzle fixing a girl's face. At the time this picture was taken, i still can't quite figure out who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcUwt2cI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NT_tjGk3rLc/s1600-h/DSC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVcUwt2cI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NT_tjGk3rLc/s320/DSC00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308143553403330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the moment, when i finally place the final piece of the puzzle back to where it belongs. It so happens to be my friend. I do not know whether to laugh or cry once i dissect everything in. Should i just gave this back to her when she comes back or just keep it back in my cupboard? I still can't quite figure out why it ended there though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7263853262181867650?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7263853262181867650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7263853262181867650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7263853262181867650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7263853262181867650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-to-you.html' title='A happy new year to you.'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R4tVZ0wt2YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Yk2KDbWG_bw/s72-c/DSC00016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-6819808545375665740</id><published>2007-12-20T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:49:28.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>21st December 2007</title><content type='html'>It's Official. I am finally 24 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2tDCWtXrvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PDk-UXdIVhc/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2tDCWtXrvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PDk-UXdIVhc/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280706935598834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know i know. You don't have to ask me why i still look as young as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2tDCmtXrwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0G3EKH-YFe8/s1600-h/DSC05373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2tDCmtXrwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0G3EKH-YFe8/s320/DSC05373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280711230566146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above was taken at the beginning of the year. . The secret behind it is i handle stress very very very well and every night, i do facial to keep my face vibrant and ok, let's just drop it. This would be a really short post. Happy Birthday Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-6819808545375665740?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/6819808545375665740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=6819808545375665740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6819808545375665740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/6819808545375665740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/12/21st-december-2007.html' title='21st December 2007'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2tDCWtXrvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PDk-UXdIVhc/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5594119278740754573</id><published>2007-12-15T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:28:47.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Frenz'/><title type='text'>HA HA HA with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXm2tXrnI/AAAAAAAAAic/-Q6OB0qreJM/s1600-h/DSC09972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXm2tXrnI/AAAAAAAAAic/-Q6OB0qreJM/s320/DSC09972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262630652227186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first article of the month. Before i start going on rambling about things that does not interest you readers out there, let me start with a few reminders. I'll be off to West M on the 16th and be back after a few days. Don't miss me too much. Few of my friends will be back from studies and hopefully i'll get to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is just an update few days back when i personally invited one of my *cough* kinda close * cough* friend for a night's out. We were at Al Fresco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnGtXroI/AAAAAAAAAik/SpSFz5hACfM/s1600-h/DSC09944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnGtXroI/AAAAAAAAAik/SpSFz5hACfM/s320/DSC09944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262634947194498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's currently a blast for me, if not for them. This are my friends and they certainly do laugh alot as i've found out. Never did i know that they are weed lovers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnWtXrpI/AAAAAAAAAis/jxLU-JqIRkQ/s1600-h/DSC09961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnWtXrpI/AAAAAAAAAis/jxLU-JqIRkQ/s320/DSC09961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262639242161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really wanted to have guy's faces on my blog just in case people might think i am a gay. But i think they are a bunch of nice ppl and nice ppl deserve to be introduced on my blog. That's Bennet on the left and could someone kindly remind me of this blue shirt guy's name again? No offense mate. I admit i am forgetful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnWtXrqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kakv1IFnKKk/s1600-h/DSC09954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnWtXrqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kakv1IFnKKk/s320/DSC09954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262639242161826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, picture tells the story. Night's out with Adam equals Fun , Laughters and Satisfaction. Call me fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnmtXrrI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ffPyoCeKQrE/s1600-h/DSC09979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXnmtXrrI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ffPyoCeKQrE/s320/DSC09979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144262643537129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly Ben was there too as i invited him along. It's been like half a year since i last saw him and i never knew the reason why it took us so long to come out again. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2Qas2tXrtI/AAAAAAAAAjM/H2lyac84mMs/s1600-h/DSC09985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2Qas2tXrtI/AAAAAAAAAjM/H2lyac84mMs/s320/DSC09985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144266032266325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were having fun making a fool out of themselves. I, on the other hand was having fun taking pics of them making a fool out of themselves. LOL. Aw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QamGtXrsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/W7kSW-z0BOw/s1600-h/DSC09980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QamGtXrsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/W7kSW-z0BOw/s320/DSC09980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144265916302208706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah requested me to bring her for some INTENSE hiking session and yeah, since i found out you do visit my blog often, i'm gonna provide you with some INTENSE workout. Don't forget to thank me at the end of the day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QatGtXruI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rnaUl9-7GPc/s1600-h/DSC09995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QatGtXruI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rnaUl9-7GPc/s320/DSC09995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144266036561293026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complimentary pic to end this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Yvonne, thanks for NOT putting ENOUGH effort by helping me with her. You know who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5594119278740754573?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5594119278740754573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5594119278740754573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5594119278740754573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5594119278740754573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/12/ha-ha-ha-with-friends.html' title='HA HA HA with friends'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R2QXm2tXrnI/AAAAAAAAAic/-Q6OB0qreJM/s72-c/DSC09972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1990751092339760696</id><published>2007-12-15T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:46:19.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>I shook his hands</title><content type='html'>Today, i saw a guy who came out from the loo without washing his hands. I found out who he was the moment i shook his hand at the entrance after his wedding dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1990751092339760696?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1990751092339760696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1990751092339760696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1990751092339760696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1990751092339760696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-shook-his-hands.html' title='I shook his hands'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3205730644292329666</id><published>2007-11-29T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:21:54.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The wooden bridge of you and me</title><content type='html'>The same walls that shut others out, is the same wall that shuts you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This articles is written for a great friend of mine and she knows it. Inspiration doesn't come easily. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A forlorn figure passed by this bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the water lilies reminded him of the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reflections of her begins to appear in the water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only to dissipate as the cloud swallows up the rays from the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a moment in time, he thought it was to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality sunks in as he ventured further forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not far, dry leaves covered the carvings on the wooden bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiding the promises we made from the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picking up the fragments slowly searching for the writings to no avail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every second that passes seem like a cut deeper ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has the wooden bridge too given up hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or has it concealed the truth from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like our feelings all these years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The carvings faded gradually as time passes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving behind nothing but a new beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispering to myself, Shall i still wait for my yearning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wind breezing against my cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scent of your hair still lingers everytime i close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the verge of letting go of the past i had wished,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only to retreat from it the moment i open my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why has the leaves not fallen in this breeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it destined for me to live my life hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the moment you appear in the morning mist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventhough i knew all along you won't be coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two birds perching from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling to myself as it reminded me of our embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forcing myself to hide the sadness and loneliness i loathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Covering my sadness like sand in an hourglass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking a step forward at the end of this bridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pathment in front of me diverge in two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall i forever bury our memories for keeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or turning back to where my heart really belongs to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 29th November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3205730644292329666?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3205730644292329666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3205730644292329666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3205730644292329666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3205730644292329666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/wooden-bridge-of-you-and-me.html' title='The wooden bridge of you and me'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8714238699440135227</id><published>2007-11-26T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:01:43.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Jus Cinta 9668 Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r5lPJHtAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jRQFbaB14ys/s1600-h/DSC09931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r5lPJHtAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jRQFbaB14ys/s320/DSC09931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137192743084733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this little leaflet while having a few drinks with my classmate last Sunday. The dark inner side of me smirked at the sight of this product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r5m_JHtBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Lrg4oAr9WwM/s1600-h/DSC09932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r5m_JHtBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Lrg4oAr9WwM/s320/DSC09932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137192773149504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It features a picture of a cup with concoction of lime and a local favorite dried fruit called samboi . It even has a tagline that reads "Jus &amp;amp; Buahnya Sedap Dimakan " which simply meant "It's juice and fruit is tasty ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me what kind of juice and fruit is tasty eh? Think harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke doesn't end there though. This product even has a suggestive name that says "Jus Cinta 9668 ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the word Jus Cinta which refers as Love Juice but i really gotta admit i don't even know what 9668 meant. Any geniuses here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8714238699440135227?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8714238699440135227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8714238699440135227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8714238699440135227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8714238699440135227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/jus-cinta-9668-advert.html' title='Jus Cinta 9668 Advert'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r5lPJHtAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jRQFbaB14ys/s72-c/DSC09931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8761833317227500757</id><published>2007-11-26T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:49:42.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Squirrel or Seahorse Key Chain Opener by Ivy Wee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0ryPvJHs8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/kBbobnuEG2E/s1600-h/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0ryPvJHs8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/kBbobnuEG2E/s320/DSC09927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137184677136151490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, few days back i was given a little gift by a female hairstylist by the name of Ivy. She's hot for her age and i have a feeling she is kinda interested in me. Who doesn't by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, i had been receiving weird gifts from the opposite gender which includes ; soft toys, i heart you cards, i want you scarfs, let's shower towels, stars in bottle, Yellow Ah Beng Collar up shirt, and more boring cards as the list goes on and on. This sort of gifts shows how less they know me. I am deeply distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the few gifts that really took me by surprise and really impressed me the most might be;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A Moffatts album by some guy who thought i am gay.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A Pink G - String by my friends Yvonne and Eleanor ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something tells me they had tried on the exact pink g's before giving it to me as a gift&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;3.  A handmade cake by my self-proclaimed best friend Sheila&lt;br /&gt;4.  A bottle which contains seashells that reads out "Happy Birthday Stud"by oh-crap-i-forgot-her-name.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Few kisses / peck by the girls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0ryP_JHs9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/R7mGNhox4nw/s1600-h/DSC09928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0ryP_JHs9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/R7mGNhox4nw/s320/DSC09928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137184681431118802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets not digress. This picture shows a key chain bottle opener with a shiny blue color coating on it. I was told that it's a squirrel and to be honest with you, it does not even look like one. It's main usage is to open up beer bottles and as i've said earlier, this ladies do not even understand me well. Why do i need to open up a bottle of beer with this when it's done by the bar tenders themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another lighter note , this bottle opener looks more like a seahorse to me compared to a squirrel ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It features a seahorse-liked creature with pouting lips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which kinda reminds me of my friends Nariza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Michelle Wong aka Babydoll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;below&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r32PJHs-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Plw1Oqge7xE/s1600-h/1_242283070l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r32PJHs-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Plw1Oqge7xE/s320/1_242283070l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137190836119253986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouting act 1 - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r32vJHs_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/PyCfz-re20g/s1600-h/1_798416528l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0r32vJHs_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/PyCfz-re20g/s320/1_798416528l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137190844709188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouting act 2 - Er Er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll so gonna be in hiatus from my writings should they find this out. By the way, thanks Ivy for the simple but quite meaningful key chain. And yes, it won't encourage me to bring you for more beers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8761833317227500757?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8761833317227500757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8761833317227500757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8761833317227500757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8761833317227500757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/squirrel-or-seahorse-key-chain-opener.html' title='Squirrel or Seahorse Key Chain Opener by Ivy Wee'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0ryPvJHs8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/kBbobnuEG2E/s72-c/DSC09927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1511278453543370278</id><published>2007-11-26T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:15:51.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>How high can you get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rv9_JHs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3WOxuj_Sl1M/s1600-h/DSC09980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rv9_JHs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3WOxuj_Sl1M/s320/DSC09980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137182173170217890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this few weeks back. The boss himself took matters into his own hands by climbing all the way up to install some signage. He wasn't even wearing any proper P.P.E on. ( Personal Protective Equipment ) which includes anti-slip boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rv_vJHs7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xybUThIPpzg/s1600-h/DSC09979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rv_vJHs7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xybUThIPpzg/s320/DSC09979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137182203234988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he is using an extension ladder, it is highly suggested that a fall protection system shall be used at the work site. Ie: Attached to a secure anchor point on the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1511278453543370278?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1511278453543370278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1511278453543370278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1511278453543370278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1511278453543370278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-high-can-you-get.html' title='How high can you get.'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rv9_JHs6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3WOxuj_Sl1M/s72-c/DSC09980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3399413603113753585</id><published>2007-11-26T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:04:03.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>If only people DO cherish their live</title><content type='html'>They won't be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rssfJHs4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lY5RRWW2kok/s1600-h/DSC09968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rssfJHs4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lY5RRWW2kok/s320/DSC09968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137178573987623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, as i was passing by a forwarding agency, i notice something which isn't right , unsafe and most of all, dangerous to the person involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rstvJHs5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/fMfsYAl2LCc/s1600-h/DSC09969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rstvJHs5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/fMfsYAl2LCc/s320/DSC09969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137178595462460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supervisor had asked the forklift operator to raise him on the forks ( with pallets ) so he could get a good look at the air con. Imagine what might had happened if somehow a slip occurs or the forklift was positioned in an uneven place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3399413603113753585?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3399413603113753585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3399413603113753585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3399413603113753585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3399413603113753585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-only-people-do-cherish-their-live.html' title='If only people DO cherish their live'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0rssfJHs4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/lY5RRWW2kok/s72-c/DSC09968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-337112248000505635</id><published>2007-11-25T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:45:15.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The raindrop that waited</title><content type='html'>People don’t change -- you just never knew who they really were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a rainy day like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a pen and a paper and a sad song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scribbling my feelings into a worn out piece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pain inside rather left unshown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raindrops flowing down the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revealing the feelings of the person in it's reflection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smiles of his slightly shows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing you ,his heart waits, cannot be yearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sound of raindrops beating from the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing back the memories we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked myself, shall i still wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Covering my ears, am i cheating my conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world stopped at this very moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For once, i am set free from this burden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But every quietness that surrounds me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reveals the truth of my feelings through my heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you leave your past behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or are you ( like me ) still waiting for a sign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The raindrops ceases to flow down this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could this be the only sign, in your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or could my eyes be playing a lie so cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could time ONLY stood still when your ears are covered too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-adamkuek- 26th Nov 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-337112248000505635?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/337112248000505635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=337112248000505635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Stars</title><content type='html'>This is for you. If you happen to drop by one day as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far beyond the distant stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you reminded me of each of the moments we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each shining stars far away from where i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling me each of it's own story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the highest pinnacle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I reach out my hands for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What seems so close, yet in truth, so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But with every stars that blink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized that it's forever listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you hide yourselve from it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or has the stars lied to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this dream of mine ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's telling me you are waiting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But somehow i'm not that shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing to believe in them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have i led myself to despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or have it led me to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That loving someone i couldn't have so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is what my fate here actually meant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gazing up the stars each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally found something to believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a reminder every single day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living my life loving you means everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it means ... loving you until the stars fade one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2924125661585244554?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2924125661585244554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-8343556706975970625</id><published>2007-11-21T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:43:23.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>On a rainy december night</title><content type='html'>It's sad to think you'll never be mine, it's even sadder to realize I knew it all the time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking alone in this rainy december night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With nothing but fragments of you in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reflection on the windows is in sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling a story longer than time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you in my mind but not by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clasping my hands together for warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing the other palm belongs to yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only to realized we are just a part of a sad song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So unforgettable but yet without remorse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why have i walk through this all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pausing for a deep breath beneath this oak tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remembering the moments we took shelther from the rainy days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling to myself at the thoughts of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispering to myself, the most beautiful thing wasn't the rainy day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the leaves that we once took shelter under from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raindrops rubbing against my shoulders in this lonely night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Replacing the tears you once dropped on my shoulders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights of the streets went out as it reaches midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The memory of your candlelit eyes slowly fades away in tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drowning out the laughters we shared as it reaches its tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking across the street in this rainy night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My blurry eyes played a fool with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture of you and me, dancing slowly through the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where happy moments once dwelled here with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are now replaced with your new found memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking away from this rainy december night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trickle of raindrops from this oak tree behind me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gently crying on behalf of me before it passes midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stopping me from turning back on loneliness that awaits me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the raindrops hides &amp;amp; washes away my tears ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the promises i made to the oak tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adamkuek  22-11-2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-8343556706975970625?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/8343556706975970625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=8343556706975970625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8343556706975970625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/8343556706975970625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-rainy-december-night.html' title='On a rainy december night'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5650565441991016435</id><published>2007-11-21T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:47:16.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>A night in February</title><content type='html'>I wrote this as soon as you came back. Do you still remember the messages you forced me to keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A night in February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below the twinkling stars above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on a lonely February night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing at the veranda overlooking the calm sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We made a wish each,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be each other's unforgettable gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this chilly February night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing within this candle lights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You showed me the evening glow i yearned all my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found it by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's a distance away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing close to you in this February night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard the tunes of anticipation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispering to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have i finally met the song of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between the candlelights in this February night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A shooting star flies past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reminding me of the promises we made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which saddens me quietly to see you missing it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With tears dripping as you close your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your tears turned into crystals under this February night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shattering into pieces the moment it reaches my palm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melting my heart in an instance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized in you, i never could be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The falling petals in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this february night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should i blame the wind for the falling petals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or being the only one which doesn't fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you walked pass by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adamkuek- 21st November 2007&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/19288954-5650565441991016435?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5650565441991016435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5650565441991016435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5650565441991016435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5650565441991016435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-in-february.html' title='A night in February'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-1918848588821997227</id><published>2007-11-20T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:52:28.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>A day with the pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qPJHswI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0n5CXisV2oA/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872859449471746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my friend's workshop when i notice this big size wild cat lying lazily around. I gave him something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qfJHsxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_wsPYsvcrHU/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qfJHsxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_wsPYsvcrHU/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872863744439058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is to model for me on my blog. He didn't obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qvJHsyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pkVdX4RjXwY/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qvJHsyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pkVdX4RjXwY/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872868039406370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that pose of his. Professional indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7q_JHszI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XXaRyeg-HeY/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7q_JHszI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XXaRyeg-HeY/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134872872334373682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog wanted to join in so i let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94vJHs0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TzJf8Z2A6WA/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94vJHs0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TzJf8Z2A6WA/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134875307580830530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get distracted at times but it's ok. I don't mind. It's way better than taking pics of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94_JHs1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/9UZWJIWZHXg/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94_JHs1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/9UZWJIWZHXg/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134875311875797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat is seriously as big as the dog. I wonder what would their babies become if they... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94_JHs2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/cgSZAfi0yaE/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K94_JHs2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/cgSZAfi0yaE/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134875311875797858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to smile at the camera. And he understood it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K95PJHs3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4rNhE9_F_Zk/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K95PJHs3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4rNhE9_F_Zk/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134875316170765170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went further by asking him to give me a high five. Animals are more interesting than people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-1918848588821997227?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/1918848588821997227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=1918848588821997227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1918848588821997227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/1918848588821997227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-with-pets.html' title='A day with the pets'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/R0K7qPJHswI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0n5CXisV2oA/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2444669620283228009</id><published>2007-11-18T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:17:36.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Promises of  99</title><content type='html'>I wrote this thinking about the promises you made and i still am wondering where are you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dandelions sway with the breeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One flew past as i took a step back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within the hazy distance , its you i see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your smile blurred my vision as raindrops drizzled along the corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many years had passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood at the same place we first met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dry leaves scattered along the corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was once where i grasp your palm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is filled with dried petals which falls from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing the stars we folded to appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it because we were too naive with ourselve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has time blanketed our promises with dust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or have I arrived a drop of tears too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sunsets reminds me through this window pane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the time you walked pass with tears in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ran towards you , as my heart stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only to realized my memories were yet to be buried by time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sense your presence , did you stopped by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our promises , holding it through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you saw me in your memories, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you felt it in time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it your smile i saw as i turn my back on this corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To look back i had wished to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but only sadness is what i had to endure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it's only my heart playing a fool with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The east wind breezes past as i reached the very end of the pathment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your whispers i heard through the bells from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I reached for the folded star that dropped onto my path ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To realized the only star you hid from me all this while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was your sadness behind your words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as it's blurred with your tears......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you arrived a year earlier to meet our promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding it through til the very end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't late, it's that fate weren't meant for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or me in this lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2444669620283228009?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2444669620283228009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2444669620283228009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2444669620283228009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2444669620283228009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/promises-of-99.html' title='Promises of  99'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-3654413608959563203</id><published>2007-11-18T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:43:26.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Sad of the day 1</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, i couldn't be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you were waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I wished you might,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, i didn't told you i was actually counting,&lt;br /&gt;the longest step to be by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-3654413608959563203?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/3654413608959563203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=3654413608959563203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3654413608959563203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/3654413608959563203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-of-day-1.html' title='Sad of the day 1'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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I wrote it just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Broken Heart Behind This Smile&lt;/span&gt;: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You came into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so sudden and from that second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you took my heart away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Should i smile because you are my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;or should my heart cry because that's all we could ever be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Looking back at the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i hate you for showing me what love was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but how could i hate a person whom i truly love so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WOuld you feel the same way too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forget the moments you walked by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forget the moments you gave me hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forget the moments you've shown me that love means more than loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If only i could.. and i came to realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All that i could forget, is losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How could you turn away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Away from me.. so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How could you turn my heart away from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When my heart chooses to stay with the memories we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My heart skips a beat everytime you appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in my eyes , in my dreams and in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A beat that could mean a lifetime of tears wasted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When i knew , with you, i cannot have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But my hearts chooses to skip a beat still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why can't our love be like sparklers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So unforgettable and sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and yet it could be ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so easily without feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I am complete with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and i thank you when it hurts me to say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I am already complete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even when you left, you've gave me the gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I came to understand that loving you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;does not mean a place in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but forever a place i cherish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Showing me the meaning of my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have to thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Only you'll know if you feel the same way as i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if you start erasing our memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with tears at the very end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of what my heart is trying to hide from saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-adamkuek-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2761243000605084975?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2761243000605084975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2761243000605084975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2761243000605084975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2761243000605084975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken-heart-behind-his-smile.html' title='A broken heart behind this smile'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-2200557096273569299</id><published>2007-11-04T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:09:51.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Final Union A &amp; B - Champions!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6NpAQh65I/AAAAAAAAAeM/l2cl-ki9kFs/s1600-h/groupteamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6NpAQh65I/AAAAAAAAAeM/l2cl-ki9kFs/s320/groupteamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129192761205058450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Years. Final Union. Double Champions 2007. Now who said you can't win things with kids? Eat your words. You know who you are. That's the reason why i had number 7 for my shirt! We knew the cup is ours this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6NpgQh66I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ca07A3M5RfI/s1600-h/cuplks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6NpgQh66I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ca07A3M5RfI/s320/cuplks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129192769794993058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh after winning 2007's indoor futsal competition. We came back for the 9 a side tournament. We did the double!! I am ecstatic for being able to be the captain for this time. The lads did a wonderful job and all of our final union players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1QQh67I/AAAAAAAAAec/f6f1phZZUZc/s1600-h/1855605979_fa35701d18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1QQh67I/AAAAAAAAAec/f6f1phZZUZc/s320/1855605979_fa35701d18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228156030544818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Adrian, my cousin doing what he does best. Stretching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1gQh68I/AAAAAAAAAek/-o_5XbLpdg8/s1600-h/1855892281_dbd079a91e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1gQh68I/AAAAAAAAAek/-o_5XbLpdg8/s320/1855892281_dbd079a91e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228160325512130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Warming things up before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1wQh69I/AAAAAAAAAes/hYn3r1Bz3oM/s1600-h/1855695823_19c5c40ef2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t1wQh69I/AAAAAAAAAes/hYn3r1Bz3oM/s320/1855695823_19c5c40ef2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228164620479442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t2AQh6-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/c_Z1WlwqLWA/s1600-h/1856507030_8a13ed9dd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t2AQh6-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/c_Z1WlwqLWA/s320/1856507030_8a13ed9dd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228168915446754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Lee being man marked by two defenders. Top scorer for this year with 6 goals in all competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t2AQh6_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/X9xSDugj3Ec/s1600-h/1856531802_7fa7c4ef4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6t2AQh6_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/X9xSDugj3Ec/s320/1856531802_7fa7c4ef4c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228168915446770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. I'm courting the interest of 3 defenders. Am i that lethal ? Sometimes i really questioned myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVQQh7AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/G_iBhhK4oI0/s1600-h/1856597342_eff2ba6d9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVQQh7AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/G_iBhhK4oI0/s320/1856597342_eff2ba6d9a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129232004321242114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorden Lim doing his best impersonation of Milan's Kaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVgQh7BI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVBtHvm28hE/s1600-h/1856786054_b4ccd74cfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVgQh7BI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVBtHvm28hE/s320/1856786054_b4ccd74cfe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129232008616209426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Final Union A mates cheering us on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVgQh7CI/AAAAAAAAAfU/g0befVb4_Ls/s1600-h/1856464424_8dc2adf2e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVgQh7CI/AAAAAAAAAfU/g0befVb4_Ls/s320/1856464424_8dc2adf2e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129232008616209442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time team talk and oh ya, my hair is washed by Ivy, my current personal hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVwQh7DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Tx8cv--MRyA/s1600-h/1855623551_741296cd81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6xVwQh7DI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Tx8cv--MRyA/s320/1855623551_741296cd81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129232012911176754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More half time pep talk. The guy beside me is Michele. Dubbed Final Union's Pin Up guy. He courts the right ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytQQh7EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bkElAE-_2Eg/s1600-h/1856547286_946207ed35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytQQh7EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bkElAE-_2Eg/s320/1856547286_946207ed35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129233516149730370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huddle that won us the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytwQh7GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rK5RFkwNvak/s1600-h/1855566735_1f05496ba7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytwQh7GI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rK5RFkwNvak/s320/1855566735_1f05496ba7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129233524739664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection of trophy at the end of the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytQQh7FI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ggL7qdH6-BM/s1600-h/1855834719_aeca8b4f1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytQQh7FI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ggL7qdH6-BM/s320/1855834719_aeca8b4f1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129233516149730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytwQh7HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fJX0ho23-9A/s1600-h/1856372518_744f26b4ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6ytwQh7HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fJX0ho23-9A/s320/1856372518_744f26b4ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129233524739665010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's team got third this year. He was awarded the eldest star in the tournament. No wonder he looks so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6yuAQh7II/AAAAAAAAAgE/7olDQWJcjS4/s1600-h/1856675942_d2bcc6a534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6yuAQh7II/AAAAAAAAAgE/7olDQWJcjS4/s320/1856675942_d2bcc6a534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129233529034632322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complimentary picture of myself with the trophy we are looking forward to retain for the next 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-2200557096273569299?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/2200557096273569299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=2200557096273569299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2200557096273569299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/2200557096273569299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-union-b-champions.html' title='Final Union A &amp; B - Champions!!'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/Ry6NpAQh65I/AAAAAAAAAeM/l2cl-ki9kFs/s72-c/groupteamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-5872505770868415396</id><published>2007-10-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T05:24:57.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Only Human</title><content type='html'>On the other shore of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;it is said that there is a smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other shore of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;it is said that there is a smile&lt;br /&gt;but finally, when we arrived there,&lt;br /&gt;what has been waiting for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose is not to run away&lt;br /&gt;it’s to run after the dream&lt;br /&gt;maybe, we should have left on a trip&lt;br /&gt;to that distant day of the summer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tomorrow, if you can see it&lt;br /&gt;although there is not really a reason&lt;br /&gt;like a boat that goes against the stream&lt;br /&gt;for now, move on forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the end of pains and hardships,&lt;br /&gt;it is said that happiness is waiting&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i’m still searching&lt;br /&gt;the sunflower of the end of season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you clench your fist,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;leaving red marks on your nail,&lt;br /&gt;and those tears started to drop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you are left in loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;only with the moonlight to rely on&lt;br /&gt;fly with the featherless wings,&lt;br /&gt;more and more, move on forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the rain cloud is gone,&lt;br /&gt;the wet road will shine&lt;br /&gt;only the darkness will tell me&lt;br /&gt;a strong, strong light&lt;br /&gt;be strong, move on forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-5872505770868415396?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/5872505770868415396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=5872505770868415396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5872505770868415396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/5872505770868415396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-human.html' title='Only Human'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-7425295194408171624</id><published>2007-10-18T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:43:32.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Randoms'/><title type='text'>Caught by plain cloth detectives</title><content type='html'>I am glad and proud to announce that i had been stopped by a group of plain cloth detectives yesterday evening while on the way for football training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about, it was just a routine check on suspected criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspected criminals? I don't have any case going on and as far as i know, the only few cases that involves me are mostly taking ladies heart on loan. Alright, i do not want to sound like an ass but that's how i am most of the time. I know that you readers don't like it but you didnt have to report me to the cops right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and my dad was cruising down the highway at a meager speed of 40KM/H whilst listening to some redone version of some song entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye My Love&lt;/span&gt;. In the midst of feeling the tunes and being emotionally and spiritually involved in the song, i saw a red coloured van with bunch of guys staring at me pointing with their cock-stern faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i had ever came across someone so daring trying to pull me of the road. I thought to myself, which jerk dares to insult my singing skills huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being the overly ( *notice how i use the word OVERLY? )  nice and designated driver that i am, i turn on the signals and proceed to have my vehicle parked at the side of the road for some interrogation or some little pep talk which awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the guys ascended off their little joy ride, i straightaway knew they were detectives. It's easy to notice if a guy's a detective or not just by the way they dress. They will always have this little pouch or bag on. They would try every single ways to look like they are bad guys when they fail miserably in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did a few handshakes and my... their palms are so strong ..and hard... and tough and the thoughts of holding their hands makes me wet. Alright, i think i have gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We introduce ourselves and i got to know that they were not very pleased with my cars tints. They thought it's too dark. I agree with them it certainly is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracked them up. But theres one who aint amuse seeing his lower ranking officers being overly friendly towards me. Who doesn't? He took me by the side, ordered me to stripped of my tints right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that theres no way i would do it beside the highway. It's me ok? Stripping my dignity hurts me more than stripping my car tints beside the highway you idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't too smart after all compared to my fellow traffic policemen who rather spare the hassle and just settle a little of this incentive scheme which i NORMALLY refer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stand up for ourselves and in this case, i did myself justice. Theres no way, this buffed up fellow could intimidate me into doing something so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued that if they were in my shoes, will they do what's asked? Unbelievably they paused and thought about it and gave me  the dumb look saying no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, they let me go with a warning, but i did stripped of my car tints the time i went back just to pleased my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-7425295194408171624?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/7425295194408171624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=7425295194408171624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7425295194408171624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/7425295194408171624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/10/caught-by-plain-cloth-detectives.html' title='Caught by plain cloth detectives'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19288954.post-356554509737819900</id><published>2007-10-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:16:14.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Searching for...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently looking for that young lady who often eats with her parents at New Yakin early in the morning. For all i know, she's the only girl who wakes up earlier than me every single day. The only pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always has her uniform on and with a red tie. I have a feeling she's from SMK Pei Min . I hope she's from there because i never dated girls from that school. Oh wait, i did. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her dad drives a pickup and i can't be telling the registeration's number out because everybody would know by then. I wanted to puncture the tyres so i could stopped and helped and give her my name card. But i think i would mess up my shirt and also my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw her in the park near saberkas cycling before. I wanted to go up and tell her how beautiful she look while she was pushing her bicycle all the way up the hill and fell. I laughed at her and she blushed. I should had helped her up and tell her to be careful whenever she sees someone she likes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the reason why she wanted to avoid me at times. Please don't.... i don't eat, i bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke to her because she seems so protected by her family. I always look at her as if she's the next big thing yet she look so small and when i look beside her, her dad turns into a vulture. Waiting to eat on my scraps should i go near her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that she's the one. Maybe not now, but tommorow... or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that she has many admirers, and i am the worthy one out of them. Ha Ha ha. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that a girl like her would certainly have a boy friend. But that would mean that their parents are OPEN enough to let her be in a relationship, which is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is the first time i felt this way and i shouldn't be feeling that because i am who i am but i just can't go up and say " hi, you biatch, you stole my heart and never gave it back ". But i don't think that phrase would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that getting near her mum first would neither work as well because her dad might think that i'm trying to hit on her mum and get jealous. Jealousy is indeed a powerful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of looking her up on friendster, but i can't seem to do so. It's either she does not play friendster, or she don't understand english. Another thing is that my house connection does not work at all for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if she doesn't understand english at all, it would be really hard for us. EXTREMELY as i am english educated and i know no shit about korean because she looks like one. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if i am able to obtain her handphone number, she would be hooked. Problem is , i don't even know whether she has one or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense something whenever she turns away from me when i look at her. She must be thinking of the same thing which i am thinking now.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is probably the first and last time i would feel this way. I could not do anything besides adoring her smile and her innocence from afar. I am not worthwhile, i am just worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know her. Tips: 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can find her, you are a genius. If you can't, i can't blame you. CALL ME WHEN YOU SEE HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19288954-356554509737819900?l=adamkuek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/feeds/356554509737819900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19288954&amp;postID=356554509737819900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/356554509737819900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19288954/posts/default/356554509737819900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2007/10/searching-for.html' title='Searching for...'/><author><name>adamkuek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12948464692656751380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xBDj4RciTUc/SAYkeCoN9bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1NJ_JlrOMLk/S220/fly+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
