<?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-8544005403473256854</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:27:22.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the good people go</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to all those who suffer cruelty and injustice due to the prejudiced, self-deceived, and unethical thinking that now dominates this world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-892611378627111142</id><published>2007-11-21T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:53:42.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the end...</title><content type='html'>One more paper..... SPARTAN!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tear drops were floating down the river. One teardrop said to the other,"I'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?"... "I'm the teardrop of the man who regret letting a girl go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me the moral of the story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-892611378627111142?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/892611378627111142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=892611378627111142' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/892611378627111142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/892611378627111142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/11/nearing-end.html' title='Nearing the end...'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-8276025353618007030</id><published>2007-09-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:34:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hell</title><content type='html'>All good things have to come to an end. Time has never been faster, and its time we start to embrace the exams. Welcome to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116059629745265986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rv_lIJCu3UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WT0ykkh_Ywk/s320/Image485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116061498056039762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rv_m05Cu3VI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5mr1B_xgT9Q/s320/Image484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116061970502442338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rv_nQZCu3WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zktu1QG0gcw/s320/Image486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best yuan-yang in the World!!! Confirm high!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-8276025353618007030?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8276025353618007030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=8276025353618007030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8276025353618007030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8276025353618007030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-hell.html' title='Welcome to Hell'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rv_lIJCu3UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WT0ykkh_Ywk/s72-c/Image485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-1786369935511752967</id><published>2007-09-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:35:05.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Week~~</title><content type='html'>Yeah... finally recess week is here. I just printed out Past yr paper, hopefully that will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;engh&lt;/span&gt; motivation for me to start working on my examinations. Final year is really full of crap man... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HRM&lt;/span&gt; report, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interm&lt;/span&gt; report, can't we just take the exam take our certs and leave. Keep it simple... no hassle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shawn (my guitar teacher) is going to leave Hark music in a month's time. So sad, I personally thought that the popularity of the guitar course at Hark depended very much on him. No.. my guitar dreams will not leave with him. Hopefully the teacher that takes over can match up to his standard. ( the only person that i think can match his standard is the principal ) Otherwise, I might consider searching out other music schools. Chris recommended me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FMmusic&lt;/span&gt;, that was where all the 881 songs come from. Think...Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;( 黄韵仁 ) and Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;( 林 倛 玉). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... gain rite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-1786369935511752967?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/1786369935511752967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=1786369935511752967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/1786369935511752967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/1786369935511752967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/recess-week.html' title='Recess Week~~'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-682729769342002765</id><published>2007-09-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:24:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatives VS Substitutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HRM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lecture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was trying to explain to us the difference between Alternatives and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt; and he gave us a very interesting example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Miss Hot bod who has 3 guys trying to woo her. These 3 guys each have their own characteristics and good points. ( For example, Guy A is sporty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fun loving&lt;/span&gt;, Guy B is musically talented and sensitive, Guy C is very helpful and supportive). Now, are the guys that are wooing Miss Hot bod considered alternatives or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct Ans: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alternatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being that alternatives are considered things with different value elements and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt; things with the same value elements. (For example, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MacDonald&lt;/span&gt; Burger King are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Crystal Jade, Fish and Co are alternatives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you an alternative or a substitute?&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/8544005403473256854-682729769342002765?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/682729769342002765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=682729769342002765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/682729769342002765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/682729769342002765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/alternatives-vs-substitutes.html' title='Alternatives VS Substitutes'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-5394280633322517799</id><published>2007-09-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:49:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbeeeee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frisbeeee&lt;/span&gt;... is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; fun. Too bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in my Final yr if not I would really like to seriously train every day man. One more week to recess. Finally some respite and I can feel the exam wave coming. Motivation to study. Now its about how I can make best use of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; time to study. Final yr final spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-5394280633322517799?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/5394280633322517799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=5394280633322517799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/5394280633322517799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/5394280633322517799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/frisbeeeee.html' title='Frisbeeeee....'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-164406513893481725</id><published>2007-09-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:48:23.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THe good people</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... time to celebrate!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FInally&lt;/span&gt;... some respite to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; wave!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAaahah&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-164406513893481725?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/164406513893481725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=164406513893481725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/164406513893481725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/164406513893481725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-people.html' title='THe good people'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-4121288937166651766</id><published>2007-09-12T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:26:33.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Months</title><content type='html'>No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not declaring the end of the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month. But a quick mental calculation made me realise that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just 7 months away from graduation. May 8 will be the last day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; presentation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;THen&lt;/span&gt; that will be the end my study life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;damm&lt;/span&gt; fast especially considering the amount of work that has to be completed within this short period of time. (2 examinations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; project and reports... all squeezed within these 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;) Fast is a good thing, that means I can finally get to move on with life and start a new chapter. The opportunities out there are endless. At this point in time I really feel that all the stuff that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; studying now are kind of useless... just going through the motion so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; can award me with my cert at the end of the day. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why the lack of motivation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; for my final yr. And moreover, the job market is so good now, even a second lower can get you into one of those high profile companies.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;... wrong mentality I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;.... one yearns to reach out to the vast ocean of opportunities out there but nevertheless can't put down all that you can't leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to go for image processing lab.... ZZzzzzz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-4121288937166651766?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/4121288937166651766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=4121288937166651766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/4121288937166651766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/4121288937166651766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-months.html' title='The 7 Months'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-3259277697528578919</id><published>2007-09-11T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:18:59.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo, EMo, EMOOooOOOOooOOooOOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woah... Its the emo festival man.... everyone is getting emo.... maybe its just like the flu wave that just finished its toll on Blk 14, some evil wave thats sweeping across the block. We need some anti-emo antidote man..... and you know what I know just that.... come to 14-2-213 and you will find a whole range of anti-emo products.... from heineken to Corona to stella artois to hoegaarden.... and the list is ever expanding. So emo-people what are u waiting for take the medication that you have all been waiting for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my emo wave have past... but studies are still in a mess. (with HRM, ur life will always be in a mess). Dimi just design an algorithm for me during the weekend.... the best code I think he has written in his 4 yrs as a EEE student. Ok I shall try hard to stop the recursive loop. Think I have got the output, hope it will stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following course of medication are to be completed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failure to do so will result in permanent depression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corona Extra strong: Helps clear the throat and improve vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructions: Disslove lime in corona and let it soak for 1 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finish bottle within 1 min for full effect. DO NOT eat the lime unless absolutely depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108991636136865730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RubI0xBhL8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Frb4C7kfi3c/s320/corona.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heineken: To be taken as a supplement &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, there is no hard and fast rule. This is your fastest solution to emo problems. Take whenever necessary. Recommended serving is once in the morning and once in the night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usuage: Drink to half bottle then start blowing slightly against the mouth of the bottle until u can hear the whistling sound. Make the tune of "Too good to be true". If you cant do it on the first try, finish bottle and try again with new bottle until you succeed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108991331194187682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RubIjBBhL6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fZAk1Y4Q3NU/s320/haineken_heineken_65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoegaarden: Your ultimate solution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finish glass within one breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DO not look, DO not breath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108996115787755474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RubM5hBhL9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2OSg946lC60/s320/PintOfHoegaarden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Precaution: Medication will never cause &lt;a class="p" href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=spell&amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;cd=1&amp;amp;q=drowsiness&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;drowsiness&lt;/a&gt; take in large volumes for evident effects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-3259277697528578919?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/3259277697528578919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=3259277697528578919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/3259277697528578919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/3259277697528578919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/09/emo-emo-emoooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Emo, EMo, EMOOooOOOOooOOooOOOO!!!!'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RubI0xBhL8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Frb4C7kfi3c/s72-c/corona.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-3273137800661464355</id><published>2007-08-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:45:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave of time</title><content type='html'>Its life, every EEE final yr student has to go through this process. Which is probably why I should not complain and just take it as a man. This is the first time I'm actually having abit of a regret taking EEE, its too much man. When you can't be in control at all of our own time. I'm already trying to do the minimum. Life should not revolve around projects, it should be based on what matters most to you, what is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say NO to slavery of students!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We pay school fees jus give us the farking cert!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-3273137800661464355?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/3273137800661464355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=3273137800661464355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/3273137800661464355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/3273137800661464355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/slave-of-time.html' title='Slave of time'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-6928906251908096848</id><published>2007-08-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:05:31.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Half</title><content type='html'>Yea found the tabs for One half,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 Dsus&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 DsusG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C1&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 Dsus&lt;br /&gt;CMaj7 G/B Am7 D sus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 Dsus&lt;br /&gt;CMaj7 G/B Am7 D sus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G Bm7 Am7 Dsus&lt;br /&gt;G G&lt;br /&gt;Solo(To the Melody of Last Breath)G Bm7 Am7 Dsus&lt;br /&gt;G G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-6928906251908096848?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6928906251908096848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=6928906251908096848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6928906251908096848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6928906251908096848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-half.html' title='One Half'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-4979931699995369942</id><published>2007-08-18T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:40:47.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBO!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHo says final yr student have no life... MAMBO ROCKS!!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;LIM JIU LEH!!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa-YRBhL5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-cvMPBpO_sk/s1600-h/mambo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099972952139575186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa-YRBhL5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-cvMPBpO_sk/s320/mambo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa-DBBhL4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UkjwuZL6_PE/s1600-h/mambo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099972587067355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa-DBBhL4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UkjwuZL6_PE/s320/mambo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa9_RBhL3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cGvJVzcJpCI/s1600-h/mambo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099972522642845554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa9_RBhL3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/cGvJVzcJpCI/s320/mambo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa95xBhL2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5zjvnO3z4bc/s1600-h/mambo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099972428153565026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa95xBhL2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5zjvnO3z4bc/s320/mambo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa9uhBhL1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WKt59Nzn6fk/s1600-h/wpp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-4979931699995369942?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/4979931699995369942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=4979931699995369942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/4979931699995369942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/4979931699995369942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/mambo.html' title='MAMBO!!!!'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rsa-YRBhL5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-cvMPBpO_sk/s72-c/mambo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-8849298802816427567</id><published>2007-08-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:21:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW Great dream!!!</title><content type='html'>Today shall be the start of the new great dream!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more negative thoughts...just focus on the goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard!!!! NO MORE SLACKING&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Focus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-8849298802816427567?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8849298802816427567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=8849298802816427567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8849298802816427567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8849298802816427567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-great-dream.html' title='The NEW Great dream!!!'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-6994275187025216013</id><published>2007-08-15T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:40:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you angel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May angels rest beside your door, May you hear their voices sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you feel their loving care for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you hear their peace bells ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May angels always care for you, And not let you trip and fall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they bear you up on angel's wings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they keep you standing tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they whisper wisdom in your ear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they touch you when you need, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they remove from you each trace of fear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they keep you from feeling greed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they fill you with their presence, May they show you love untold, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they always stand beside you And make you ever bold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they teach you what you need to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About life here and here-after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May they fill you always with their love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And give you the gift of laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098875147817927618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RsLX7pPBQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jt3d4fyCJQ8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May the angels hear the souls of the forsaken and send them the gift of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-6994275187025216013?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6994275187025216013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=6994275187025216013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6994275187025216013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6994275187025216013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-are-you-angel.html' title='Where are you angel?'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RsLX7pPBQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jt3d4fyCJQ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-8537391787918218781</id><published>2007-08-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:51:22.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted fate</title><content type='html'>Dreams should remain as dreams, they are simply pigments of your imagination. That is what they say. I continue to disbelieve fate, to disbelieve the facts that have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; out in front of my very eyes. The dream remains as the motivating factor of life. Even though some dreams may sound far fetched, is it not right for every one to be given a chance at fulfilling their dreams? Or perhaps there are some dreams that are just meant to remain in the world of the mind, never making way to reality. My deluded mind wants to believe in the impossible. Do you believe that the world can be what you want it to be? or do you resign to fate and presume that everything that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; to you is a result of a predestined future that you have no control upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you still want to take the step into the well when you know you will fall into it? Sometimes the pain of not doing something can outdo the fear of doing it. The anguish of regret is one of the hardest feelings to live by. Dreams provide hope, they provide you with the will to fight for what you believe should be yours. Take away the dream and you will take away my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest time of the day is when I close my eyes and go to sleep, for it is then that I can be in the world that I so dearly hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It should not be this way, Walking should be better than sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-8537391787918218781?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8537391787918218781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=8537391787918218781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8537391787918218781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8537391787918218781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/twisted-fate.html' title='Twisted fate'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-8001095239326682942</id><published>2007-08-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:52:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shall be the strange one</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for the super long break from blogging. Life is getting more and more boring as we get into the start of the first week of school. Maybe it’s the stress from fyp or final yr. They should have a student counseling service for those people suffering from final yr blues. Its horrible, you will just feel like life have been drained from you. Like you know ur approaching the end of your life and starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sounds depressing? It is! So ur think final yr is easy…. The emotional stress is worse than the academic stress. But yes, as everyone would tell me: Jason see this as the end of a phase in life and the start of a new phase. No more late night suppers no more FOC no more talking with friends late into the night and of course no more ponding of Leonard when the stress gets too much… in exchange u can work ur ass off for the $2800 that the government sector would pay fresh EEE graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshies this year are super onz… reminds me of the time when I was a freshman and for those of you interested in know how this batch of xiao loong nuis are… .they are definitely better quality than the past 2 years. Not exactly because there are a lot of chio bus around but rather a lot of above average ones. Which is what guys are looking for rite… we usually get daunted by those super chio ones. But anyway, didn’t speak much to the freshies so I guess my scope is still limited to the 4 yr range. Why do ppl keep saying must get gf before u graduate issit really that hard once you start working? I certainly hope that I can complete both my FYPs by the end of this AY. But sometimes it just doesn’t happen the way you want it to. (Especially so when they are peculiar girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I would rather watch live fireworks from my grandma's house on the 28th floor… speaking of which, it was just too bad I could get to watch the fireworks this national day cus we were PARTYing! over at Grace home with my TJC friends. The topics we were talking about are just so different from the conversations with the freshies. My friend was telling me that he had just paid the downpayment for his flat in sengkang… and the girls… they are talking about who they know in TJC who were getting married or engaged. My goodness…. And here I am just finished my last FOC camp cheering: “Garfios fight Garfios kill, Garfios like to fight and kill, fightkill..fightkill…fightkill….nanbei…nanbei….nanbei”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed…. Time for me to accept and move on with the change?.... I need some motivation man…. I need some Heineken… lim jiu anyone?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6th and final FOC in NTU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryH0JPBQ6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rwdIrYgshjk/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097098208178422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryH0JPBQ6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rwdIrYgshjk/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Power of the snr girls (im probably squashed somewhere inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHsJPBQ5I/AAAAAAAAADs/XYJu_B0H0dU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097098070739469202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHsJPBQ5I/AAAAAAAAADs/XYJu_B0H0dU/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfios Snrs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHipPBQ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/iIZNhjhv0y8/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097907530711938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHipPBQ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/iIZNhjhv0y8/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Formation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHcpPBQ3I/AAAAAAAAADc/QuB4_mUgllg/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097804451496818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHcpPBQ3I/AAAAAAAAADc/QuB4_mUgllg/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old birds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHU5PBQ2I/AAAAAAAAADU/IqXfpPXEy9M/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097671307510626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHU5PBQ2I/AAAAAAAAADU/IqXfpPXEy9M/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfios Family (with the freshies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHMZPBQ1I/AAAAAAAAADM/aVSVwkz5euw/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097525278622546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryHMZPBQ1I/AAAAAAAAADM/aVSVwkz5euw/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubin Cycling Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryG8ZPBQ0I/AAAAAAAAADE/kImdhmj8Zgw/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097250400715586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryG8ZPBQ0I/AAAAAAAAADE/kImdhmj8Zgw/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryG25PBQzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/esPkpfdbZxA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097097155911435058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryG25PBQzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/esPkpfdbZxA/s320/1.bmp" 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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-8001095239326682942?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/8001095239326682942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=8001095239326682942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8001095239326682942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/8001095239326682942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/08/thou-shall-be-strange-one.html' title='Thou shall be the strange one'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RryH0JPBQ6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/rwdIrYgshjk/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-289531140225297111</id><published>2007-06-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:46:22.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Words Women Use</title><content type='html'>A friend of my sent me this email. Its undeniable how true these words are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Is a women's way of saying FARK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to #3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-289531140225297111?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/289531140225297111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=289531140225297111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/289531140225297111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/289531140225297111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/9-words-women-use.html' title='9 Words Women Use'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-73162041011829827</id><published>2007-06-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:26:29.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were given a choice, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>Making choices is one of life’s hardest things and often people try to avoid them by procrastinating. It’s the fear that people are afraid of. The fear of rejection, fear of pain, fear of regret, fear of making a decision that is a mistake you can’t undo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wait for destiny’s touch to help you pick your choice and change your maybe’s into yes or no and let it direct the path for you. But the wait is long and over time it will cause your goals to be tweaked and weakened by decisions preferred by the meek. To allow your roads to be handpicked by an unknown fate will result in regret and by then it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decisions and choices are easy to make but the excuses are many, the heart confuses itself. Why is it so difficult? Why is it so painful? The winds of change are controlled by you. You just have to ask yourself, what do you really want? Knowing yourself is the difficult part not the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is confused. I just can’t make the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we see a line we want to cross, only problem is once you crossed, its impossible to go back. Why does it always have to be this hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-73162041011829827?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/73162041011829827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=73162041011829827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/73162041011829827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/73162041011829827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-were-given-choice-what-would-it.html' title='If you were given a choice, what would it be?'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-777966516578871758</id><published>2007-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:51:50.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK im back to proper blogging... My intership has finally ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more waking up at 7am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more waiting for the clock to reach 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more Jayrox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more spending hours in front of the laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more table soccer :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End of another era, thinking back it had been an exhilarating IA experience, with the chance to experience Maldives and most importantly the camaradie and relationships that I have with the Project Managers, Engineers and Operations Director of my department. It was really an enjoyable IA and an unforgetable one. If I do decide to go into the networking industry, Enterprise Solution Divison will definitely be the first choice. But for now... its time to slackkkkkkkk..... and wake up at 10......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today had been a hectic day, travelled to 4 different locations. It started off with my guitar lesson at 230pm, after which I stayed back to practise with the rest of the guys till about 530pm. After that, it was off to pool junction to look for classmates, where they decided to travel to orchard for dinner at Big O. Yea just because we are all "nice guys", I was quite surprise ML and CL could make it though, didnt expected it if not I might have arranged my appointments to stay later. U guys went Settlers without mE!!! Argh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074489048295842402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rmw051RIomI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rHfRJbHNPu0/s320/Big+O.JPG" border="0" /&gt; BIG O at Wheellock Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074489112720351858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rmw09lRIonI/AAAAAAAAACE/ay0KFZCYc8g/s320/combine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                       Guangye, Kel, me, Jansen, ML, CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074489172849894018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rmw1BFRIooI/AAAAAAAAACM/Of8e-39SuZ0/s320/everyone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok so continuing my journey, I left after a plate of salad and travelled all the way to Siglap. Its a place near kembagan for those of you who are unaware of where it is. Place where the rich and wealthy stays. We went to Cheesecake cafe superb atmosphere, fantastic cheesecake and good service. The location is abit inaccessible but its worth the travelling, the cheesecake will just melt in your mouth and the crust is so soft, together with the blueberry topping.... hahaah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074478126194008626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rmwq-FRIojI/AAAAAAAAABk/FFDhnTM8Xuo/s320/Cheesecake+Cafe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We tried 3 different types of cheesecake, the house special which has abit of fruity taste with delicious jelly in the middle. -Shu Qin's Favorite. Blueberry Cheesecake, both me and dimi's favorite and of course the MANGO Cheesecake that is topped with JI TUA BU mango so thick that it is almost one third of the cake. Rated: 5 Stars! Die Die Must Try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074477228545843746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RmwqJ1RIoiI/AAAAAAAAABc/K6OHTL2zZWQ/s320/Cheesecake+People.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Cheesecake People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074648520431542994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RmzF8VRIotI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LJBh7EDnGyM/s320/CheeseCakesssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                      Blueberry, House special, Mango &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the cheesecake craze, I was off again, this time to Changi Airport T1 to send my Si Roomie off. Yea some luckly ba***rd got to go France. Stayed till 230am, you better come back with a present for your roomie man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074646669300638370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RmzEQlRIoqI/AAAAAAAAACc/JMBFzElWlBA/s320/combined.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                          SKY TRAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074647455279653570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RmzE-VRIosI/AAAAAAAAACs/D2Dfo4tq_4M/s320/thelastfarewell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074647360790373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RmzE41RIorI/AAAAAAAAACk/JK18tEbtkeg/s320/combined.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be super single deluxe for the next one month! Hopefully I can get back the same room. Seriously, HAS sucks. Haven seen a worse system in my life. ZZzzzzz......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-777966516578871758?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/777966516578871758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=777966516578871758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/777966516578871758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/777966516578871758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-im-back-to-proper-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rmw051RIomI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rHfRJbHNPu0/s72-c/Big+O.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-6524770234803695726</id><published>2007-06-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:31:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Tonight</title><content type='html'>Introducing the guitar god himself, Eric Clapton... Can't believe I took one night just to master the intro of this song and its not that fantastic. Seriously how can people play the guitar so well...years of practise i guess... My guitar teacher could reach the seventh fret with his little finger while his index is still on the first. (Thats 22cm for your info) Digusting and he is 25years old and the girls think he is cute. Digusting plus vomit. One day hopefully, I shall be just like him. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-6524770234803695726?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6524770234803695726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=6524770234803695726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6524770234803695726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6524770234803695726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderful-tonight.html' title='Wonderful Tonight'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-6962908885154415466</id><published>2007-05-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:26:16.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayrox... the solution to your photocopy needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Engineer&lt;/span&gt;:" EHhh... my scanner ur back from maldives.... good good... i got so many documents for u to help me scan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;: The poly students ard ma... u can get them to help u also.&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: No la... i trust u more... ur from NTU leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:#@%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;#@%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Engineer&lt;/span&gt;: Later then i pass them to u ok... just 6 files... photocopy and scan to pdf form&lt;br /&gt;Jason: &lt;a href="mailto:#@%%^#%$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;#@%%^#%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;^!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-6962908885154415466?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/6962908885154415466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=6962908885154415466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6962908885154415466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/6962908885154415466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/jayrox-solution-to-your-photocopy-needs.html' title='Jayrox... the solution to your photocopy needs'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-723757164273820716</id><published>2007-05-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:32:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Plain water</title><content type='html'>Just came back from dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt;. Had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;, carrot cake... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEST!&lt;/span&gt; too bad I had OT and missed out on the good food during dinner. Lucky my good friends saved some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; for me. Thanks to the good people! Today is the day, where I finally came to realise how hard the life of an engineer is. We were stuck in the server room the whole of today, working on this network management system till late in the evening like 8 plus. We came to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dead end&lt;/span&gt;, the system couldn't work and all 8 engineers in the room remained quiet in deep thoughts. Then one of them dug into his laptop bag and fished out a half-eaten sandwich and started munching while quenching his thirst with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt;. Bread and plain water.... how pathetic can it get! I felt sad for that guy, so many years into the job and he still have to suffer with bread and plain water. I certainly hope this is not what I will become in 10 years time. Why do the good people always have to suffer? Anyway I still got 1 more year to enjoy, so what the hell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt; here I come!!! (come,come,come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨 (Bonus Track) 曲：光良 詞：姜憶萱 編：Mac Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冷冷的空氣 濕紅的眼眶裡 裝滿憂鬱&lt;br /&gt;默默的聆聽 窗外這場大雨 下個不停&lt;br /&gt;傘下還有你的痕跡 勉強撐過這場雨&lt;br /&gt;我卻沒有更多勇氣 堅強過這一個雨季&lt;br /&gt;單薄的傘下那是多麼 孤寂&lt;br /&gt;聽雨的聲音 像悲傷的歌曲 滂沱大雨竟如此的孤寂&lt;br /&gt;我陪雨哭泣 雨卻還不肯停 寂寞的人才懂雨的心情&lt;br /&gt;雨反覆唱著熟悉旋律 用悲傷的心情&lt;br /&gt;聽雨的聲音 好像是在哭泣 傾盆大雨淋濕我們愛情&lt;br /&gt;雨模糊記憶 我忘記了愛情 是經歷艱辛才走能到如今&lt;br /&gt;這漫長的路還有多少 泥濘&lt;br /&gt;還沒有晾乾的外衣 悶在寂寞的房裡&lt;br /&gt;面對明天沉重的心 懸掛著傷感的水滴&lt;br /&gt;你我的愛似乎等不到 天晴&lt;br /&gt;聽雨的聲音 像難過的心情 我的淚飄進冷冷的雨裡&lt;br /&gt;雨何時才停 傷何時能痊癒 而我何時才能夠不再想你&lt;br /&gt;積雨的愛情終究還是 分離&lt;br /&gt;下著雨的天氣 愛消失的氣息 想念你的心情 我淋著雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling on my way home after dinner and the rain reminded me of this song. Its actually the same tune as 光良's 第一次 but a sad version of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-723757164273820716?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/723757164273820716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=723757164273820716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/723757164273820716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/723757164273820716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-came-back-from-dinner-at-geylang.html' title='Bread and Plain water'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-191170896020397336</id><published>2007-05-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:33:52.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is difficult.&lt;/span&gt; It always is. I don’t want to sound like a pessimist but sometimes when you hear about sad stories. It just makes you wonder where did all the good things, and where did all the good people go. Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;today after work with Danny (fake name as usual), my colleague and good friend that I met while working in Maldives. Danny is about the same age as me, Indonesia Chinese, just got his PR and planning to get married in a few years time. He like most Indonesia Chinese traveling overseas to work, he is simply trying to find a better life in Singapore. In fact, he has plans to migrate here with his girlfriend after he gets a permanent job. But sadly, his girlfriend is unwilling to migrate to Singapore, reason being that living in Singapore is stressful and life is going to be much more difficult than what it is right now in Indonesia. Tough choice, hard decision. But for my friend Danny, after fighting so many years to get a job in Singapore and finally get PR status. Having to choose between career and his girlfriend was a pretty tough choice. All the hard work all the sacrifices, just so that he can build a better life together with his girlfriend. I don’t think it should be a choice; this is simply not the type of choice that one should be made to choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s hard either way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He can’t force her if she does not want to migrate and he certainly can’t bluff her into thinking that everything’s going to be ok, because life is going to be tough if they migrate to Singapore and that’s a fact. I can’t think of what advice I can give to help him, except to tell him to encourage her so that she can have the confidence to give this new life a try. Seeing a jovial guy like him so heartbroken and miserable, just makes me feel sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Walking should be better than sleeping;&lt;/span&gt; I can imagine him lying in bed pondering about the uncertain future that lies beyond him. Let’s hope that life will not be too harsh on good people like Danny. Let’s hope that he will find his happy ending, whatever the ending might be. As I always say, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if life was easy then it won’t be worth living for right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065552979269692466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rkx1mKBKrDI/AAAAAAAAABU/dtx6pJ3dl4s/s320/1333995989265231912_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you just cant take the stress anymore......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-191170896020397336?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/191170896020397336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=191170896020397336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/191170896020397336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/191170896020397336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-difficult.html' title='Life is difficult'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rkx1mKBKrDI/AAAAAAAAABU/dtx6pJ3dl4s/s72-c/1333995989265231912_rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-7098082103635570669</id><published>2007-05-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:58:21.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pot of GOLD at the end of the bridge</title><content type='html'>My friend just got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;conned&lt;/span&gt; recently. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and Mindy (fake name) was about to leave her house with her sister on a shopping trip. Just when they arrived at the overhead bridge near their home, they saw this middle-aged lady sitting on the edge of the steps halfway up the overhead bridge looking extremely pale. Mindy approached the lady and asked if she was feeling alright. The lady replied in a weak voice: “I’m diabetic and I need to get home in time for my medication.” Being a kind person Mindy and her sister helped the women to the busstop located next to the overhead bridge. At the bustop the lady realized she didn’t have enough money for transport back home. And to make things worse, her home is at the other end of Singapore in Woodlands!!! Again being a kind soul, both Mindy and her sister each forked out 10 bucks for the lady to take a cab home. They even waited together with her for the cab. And when one finally came, the lady sprang up and ran towards the cab and disappeared. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story, it doesn’t pay to be good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In fact it will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you. Which is probably why good people like me are still broke till these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-7098082103635570669?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7098082103635570669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=7098082103635570669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/7098082103635570669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/7098082103635570669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/pot-of-gold-at-end-of-bridge.html' title='The pot of GOLD at the end of the bridge'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-5072107303700058360</id><published>2007-05-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:47:27.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shack</title><content type='html'>Running never been so shacked. Two months without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; is really having its toll on me. How to run marathon when 5km is already enough to kill you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; must start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;. Running, swimming, static exercises everyday!!!! Oh I almost forgot to introduce Mr. kalaa-dheke they say he has the ability to clear any mind blocks you might have. Just do what he is doing and say: "Hmmmm....." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064474358890133570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkigmL-4eEI/AAAAAAAAABM/KIjTuBEKA7Y/s320/Mrkalaa-dheke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-5072107303700058360?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/5072107303700058360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=5072107303700058360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/5072107303700058360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/5072107303700058360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/shack.html' title='Shack'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkigmL-4eEI/AAAAAAAAABM/KIjTuBEKA7Y/s72-c/Mrkalaa-dheke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-2445429994950195010</id><published>2007-05-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:26:36.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Loft is a lovely chill out place located just beside Bras Bahsa complex. Its a rooftop bar which offers the view of the Jubliee Hall, Raffles City and of course Westin Stamford. Hang out with weimin and leonard, had a few drinks and enjoy the nightview. Too bad the crowd wasnt that fantastic, probably because its a Sunday night. Think its time to put a cap on my alcohol race, been drinking for the past 3 consecutive nights. Maybe its because of the new dream. If you know what I'm talking about. Haha.... Running tommorow anyone???&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064082314275354658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rkc8CL-4eCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vdx-_W3JlA8/s320/Mod+living.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064082215491106834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rkc78b-4eBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MgWrhqffZeU/s320/Jubliee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-2445429994950195010?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/2445429994950195010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=2445429994950195010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/2445429994950195010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/2445429994950195010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/loft-is-lovely-chill-out-place-located.html' title='The Loft'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/Rkc8CL-4eCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vdx-_W3JlA8/s72-c/Mod+living.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544005403473256854.post-7434919852125825979</id><published>2007-05-12T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:29:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third world to First</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I dunno what got me into writing blogs. Its my impression that only gays write blogs, but well, maybe Maldives did have an effect on me, after all it was 2 months in a world where all the girls were properly wrapped up. But don’t get me wrong, Maldivian girls are not all that conservative and reserved. In fact, there was this teacher from Majeedhiyya School that approached me for my number! YES, stop laughing, to think that the first girl to ask me for my number would be a Maldivian. And quite a pretty one too I must admit. Haiz, just too bad my charm can only work on Maldivian girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t give her my number in the end, I still prefer Singapore girls though. Maldives taught me to appreciate Singapore. Imagine two months in a country where the only food you can find is curry, briyani and prata ( It is called Farata there). Where the biggest shopping center is comparable to Mustafa and there are no entertainment except for watching Grey Anatomy and Prison Break on my Laptop. Its physical and mental distress man. Salute to Chee Kwang my technical manager over in Maldives who has been surviving for the past 2 years. Also to another engineer Dedi who has been a great friend, who never fails to cheer up everyone’s spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063740190065457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYE37-4d9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i7RWSYa5Y8Q/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Curry, Curry and more Curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a saying that tourists spend thousands of dollars to come to Maldives to enjoy the beach and sand. We pay ZERO. Except for the food and no life, we basically enjoy the same natural environment as any tourist would. And I tell you, its really an experience of a lifetime. Deep sea fishing, Speed boat rides, Island hopping, swimming in the clear blue waters and relaxing under the coconut trees watching the sunset. Oh and did I forgot to mention we saw dolphins on the way back to Male’ too. Really miss the Indian Ocean. Enough of words, enjoy the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063742002541656066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYGhb-4eAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w7oJdo_lTlc/s320/CIMG3293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063739803518400450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYEhb-4d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0O6ZTiki4I/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063741207972706274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYFzL-4d-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Tl3iMGBhMtE/s320/CIMG3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Sea Fishing!!!... Red Bass, Baracuda... experience of a lifetime!!! Won't do it again though... the sea sick was terrible. Oh yes, we finished all of them too... BBQ in maldivian fish sauce!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063741723368781810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYGRL-4d_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RwnS-35a7Rw/s320/P1030915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544005403473256854-7434919852125825979?l=songsofanewdream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/feeds/7434919852125825979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544005403473256854&amp;postID=7434919852125825979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/7434919852125825979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544005403473256854/posts/default/7434919852125825979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsofanewdream.blogspot.com/2007/05/third-world-to-first.html' title='Third world to First'/><author><name>JaYsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598315352889460724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lsK3AjMFXwo/RkYE37-4d9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i7RWSYa5Y8Q/s72-c/DSC00083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
