<?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-6770972290794743243</id><updated>2011-08-29T06:21:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faddy's Area</title><subtitle type='html'>† My Life, My Way † 我行我素 †</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-3242244681320164323</id><published>2009-12-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:43:16.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lee loves the girlfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-3242244681320164323?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3242244681320164323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=3242244681320164323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3242244681320164323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3242244681320164323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2009/12/lee-loves-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-641406993457256865</id><published>2008-08-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:55:54.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You? A Beast Or a Felon?</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with you? Are you simply desperate or you had lost the simpliest stage of humanity? How could be so cold and heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been good, but don't take us for granted. We are not as simple as you think. I had been doing well in keeping my rage in control but I don't think I can do it any further. And I don't know what will I do to you if I lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are giving chances, take it for forever lost it. Our patience is giving up on you. What you'd done is unforgivable. Don't blame us, blame yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word : Get the hell out of here, you're not welcome at all. Stop screwing with my life fucktards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-641406993457256865?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/641406993457256865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=641406993457256865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/641406993457256865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/641406993457256865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-you-beast-or-felon.html' title='What Are You? A Beast Or a Felon?'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1203483816097888051</id><published>2008-08-10T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:20:23.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it... Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>It was the last Hong Kong film to be show in the Melbourne Film Festival yesterday. It was Ashes of Time Redeaux, I would say it's "Shoot Bird Hero Tale". It wasn't the best directing method but it seems to have one good story. Yet somehow I don't quite get it. Anyway screw it.&lt;br /&gt;That's apparently not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As known by many, Melbourne is kind of a really boring place so I saw another movie, The Bank Job this time. However was not as good as The Italian Job. The Italian Job had better story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was a belated birthday dinner for someone I don't know, awkward yet I survive. 醉庸之意不在酒. Followed by some drinking event of us, a conversation came on. The topic was my past. As it goes on, I can feel I'm getting louder. Alcohol maybe. Not one of the best story out there but she is willing to hear it which is cool. Then at some point we're talking about the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dragged for a few hours, after Cho Gao closed, "5 Question" game at station, and tram journey back and we are still talking about it. Until  I was home, the truth flies around. Shocked, very shocked. Yet I feel like dreaming for not expecting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1203483816097888051?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1203483816097888051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1203483816097888051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1203483816097888051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1203483816097888051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-it-dreaming.html' title='Was it... Dreaming?'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-5539677890660084785</id><published>2008-07-24T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:11:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Idiotic and Uncool?</title><content type='html'>Never understand why tvs ' are showing are showing dangerous stunt shows and yet dare to warn others not try it at home. Today I understand that reason, its because they want you to watch it, learn it and try it then you will fell hard and get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL at me.. Tried out some stunts on my BM X-series and guess what? I Injured myself on my palm and feet. Pull back can lead to a flipping stun, pull front was not fun as well. Pretty much said, "What's Idiotic and Uncool?" it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-5539677890660084785?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5539677890660084785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=5539677890660084785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5539677890660084785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5539677890660084785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-idiotic-and-uncool.html' title='What&apos;s Idiotic and Uncool?'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-8800431354896734377</id><published>2008-07-13T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:23:33.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Yet The Same...</title><content type='html'>It's been really long since I last enter this area. Been months. Things changed; Things been different. It's no longer "910/318 Little Lonsdale St", "I live in the city". It's "14 Horfield Ave" or "I live in Box Hill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more walking to distance to Safeway, Melbourne Central, KFC, McDonald, Dessert House, Ajisen Ramen and much much more. It's all about vehicles now, whether public transport, private transport or bicycle. No more supper as wish, latenight basketball and McD to 5 a.m. or meeting you at clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things changed too; I can't bum into in uni anymore, I can't ask you out after uni anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things might changed but some remains. I'm still me. You're still you. Perhaps the bond faded but  it still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 weeks is when a you joke about but it seems I took it sort of serious. It would really suprise me if you actually do it but in what position am I to be looking forward for it? It's not like it's anything to do with you. Anyhow, I saw an equipment today that I almost bought because of you but seems like it's going to be the right choice that I didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward but not putting in any hopes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-8800431354896734377?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8800431354896734377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=8800431354896734377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8800431354896734377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8800431354896734377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/07/different-yet-same.html' title='Different Yet The Same...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-8579106384502508255</id><published>2008-05-31T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:03:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Wonder....</title><content type='html'>It started as a service provider for a huge party where there are many many people. However, only one stood out among all the others. Although it was pretty annoying but it was nothing actually, just had some fools. Weeks later, was there again. Just that this was in the afternoon and there is 2 dozens less people. Seems embarassing and somehow rude, they connected thanks to one who are not allowed to live her own life now. She's bound to the ugly family tradition; pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a drink, that led to a promised undone. Later was a miscommunicated movie. Continue to a special day with plants involved. After that, there was a trip to the lair of wild beast, without taunting them, they survived. However that day seems different compare to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on they still hang out once a while but 1 thing different is that, he can't seems to understand. And this is the perfect wonder one could have.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-8579106384502508255?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8579106384502508255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=8579106384502508255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8579106384502508255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8579106384502508255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-wonder.html' title='The Perfect Wonder....'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-5572941902385061756</id><published>2008-05-23T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:05:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Chef... I Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbGio8kVI/AAAAAAAAACA/M5-L70vUuw0/s1600-h/Image(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587324897431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbGio8kVI/AAAAAAAAACA/M5-L70vUuw0/s200/Image(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHCo8kWI/AAAAAAAAACI/kPnQHGhiJMw/s1600-h/Image(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587333487366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHCo8kWI/AAAAAAAAACI/kPnQHGhiJMw/s200/Image(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHCo8kXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1S9pbYGYTU8/s1600-h/Image(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587333487366514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHCo8kXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1S9pbYGYTU8/s200/Image(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHSo8kYI/AAAAAAAAACY/9OFQF2UQXDk/s1600-h/Image(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587337782333826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbHSo8kYI/AAAAAAAAACY/9OFQF2UQXDk/s200/Image(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little experiment that I pulled off at home, Sushi Making. Fillings were Unagi, Cucumber, Avocado, Chicken Teriyaki. Hilariously, I actually learnt it from YouTube. Gosh if there's anything you don't know, I'll tell you either "wiki", "google" or "YouTube" it. Internet are so so helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The taste was not bad but wasn't really good. Anyway have to give credit to myself since I didn't fail as hard as my stupid brother where his sushi roll are just too big that it can't even seal of; it keeps "exploding". This clearly teach us a life time lesson of being greedy is bad. Chicken Teriyaki was self made after researching much through the net and asking some opinion from colleague. Unagi was bought from Asian Grocery where practically it's not impossible for me to make myself and it's much easier to just spend $7 and get a tasty Unagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More experiment should be coming soon just waiting for time and ingredent to pull them of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-5572941902385061756?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5572941902385061756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=5572941902385061756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5572941902385061756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5572941902385061756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-chef-i-think.html' title='Iron Chef... I Think...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/SDbbGio8kVI/AAAAAAAAACA/M5-L70vUuw0/s72-c/Image(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-8173772724086716957</id><published>2008-05-14T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:13:37.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Still Room For Improvements...</title><content type='html'>From Obese to Ideal in BMI (height divided by weight) perhaps there's still room for improvement by aiming and acting towards the Ideal of Ideal BMI which is 22. Weight losing was always a part of my daily routine like exercising, controlling diet and starve myself. But it seems like I doesn't want to just lose weight, but in fact I want to end up putting on weight but built of muscle not FATS. Wondering what would I looks like with body-full of bundle meats. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting up regular training session for myself in order to improve myself, always aiming to be better, more steady, and higher. Somehow believed in practice makes perfect or hardwork does pay off. Quietly in the corner thinking analyzing tricks, skills and shortcuts for my self improvement. Just be patient where I aimed to overtake him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-8173772724086716957?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8173772724086716957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=8173772724086716957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8173772724086716957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8173772724086716957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-still-room-for-improvements.html' title='There&apos;s Still Room For Improvements...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-2274945467864132593</id><published>2008-05-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:57:23.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Routine</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, my life kinds of loops every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Work, then think of what to do after work.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Work for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Class, then stay in library for a while and head home. Might basketball after that.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Class, then stay in library again and head home.&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Class, then think of what to do between free time and work.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Work.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Work then basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really sad living a life like this. Social life kinda abandoned me instead of I abandon it. Although we are living in a mordern world, slavery didn't quite end. I'm still a slave for cash. Pieces of paper can really drives me this far. Kinda missed the day in Think Asia where I only work for 20hours/week and having a lot of free time while I finish work at 6 instead of 10. Having plenty of time to socialize after work ; Movies, House Party, Dessert House (LoL), Drink etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from work and classes, there isn't much left in my life. Basketball routine is not fixed, movies and the rest is slimmer than a toothpick. Gosh I need to &lt;strong&gt;GET A LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps if everything goes right, July might be a new life. Departing from AR......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2274945467864132593?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2274945467864132593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2274945467864132593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2274945467864132593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2274945467864132593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekly-routine.html' title='Weekly Routine'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-859975990369000624</id><published>2008-05-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T06:41:44.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Case...</title><content type='html'>There's this special treat by JetStar where you can buy two air ticket by almost the fare of one and the closing is real close. After some calculation, trip to Japan doesn't even cost more than$700 a person. When I'm trying to think of just 1 person than might have the least possibility to go with me, I found none. Not to mention a trip to Japan, even a mere trip within Australia is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like single life is almost equal to a lonely life to me. Although some friends are always there for you, but they are just ALWAYS not all the time. Furthermore, she is still with all the wrong guys at the moment, finding her way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching "P.S. I Love You" I actually learned how to choose a girlfriend, where 3 questions is important :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;2)Are you gay/les?&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model answer would be Yes,No, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she pass, kiss her, if her breathed stinks, she blews it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : She's just with all the wrong guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-859975990369000624?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/859975990369000624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=859975990369000624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/859975990369000624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/859975990369000624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad-case.html' title='Sad Case...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-8232379719605757585</id><published>2008-03-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:09:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss's Birthday</title><content type='html'>29th of March 2008, Eason Ng Chu Sing aka Boss's birthday party at Chi Lounge Room 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many drunkies. Confirmed Drunkies are : Boss, Kevin, Cici, Fat Kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Boss : Understand why I always puke in Chi? And you puke more than all the time added together that i puke in Chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kevin : I haven't get to drink with you and you're already drunk, what can I say? Bad luck LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cici : I don't mind letting you tie me up and dress me up as a nurse and covering me with chocolate, but I don't have a nurse outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fat Kun : Brother... You're there not even 30minutes and you're down. Shame on you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though so many drunkies, not 1 is produced by me. So sad. Overall : Good Night, Bad singing by me as usual ( sorry guys ). Had fun ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-8232379719605757585?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8232379719605757585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=8232379719605757585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8232379719605757585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/8232379719605757585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/bosss-birthday.html' title='Boss&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1489529668299930733</id><published>2008-03-30T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:02:35.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip @ Werribee</title><content type='html'>27-3-08 ; A day to be remembered. The first real trip I went for after the third year being stuck in Melbourne. Although it's my second choice compare to a day trip to Sydney but was glad that I chose Werribee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, so many problem came up. I even thought of sleeping in for the day, though she got if off and yes we have a trip. Have been craving for a short trip for a long time but never seems to got the chance due to heavy work load and study load. Took 2 day off this Easter Break and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took around 1.5 hours to just get there from City by train and bus. With the limited bus and train, it took even longer. Arrived at Werribee station around 1:30pm and we missed the shuttle and hence needed to wait for 1 hour for the next shuttle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Went for shopping in the nearby Safeway. Wasted 50cents to tryout our curiousity, but was fun though and embarassing. For the first time, I tried Allen's Fantales. Like it. Mostly $2 shop was funny, so many junks in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad since we departed late and can't go to Werribee Park as well. In addition, the shuttle from and to Werribee Zoo is really really limited, if you missed 1, you're gonna get trapped. Really curious on the Scotland mansion and the rose garden. Also, have been cheated by every single weather forecast, "Mostly Sunny" but rained the whole day in the City but luckily Werribee stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures I felt best : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183514371433942722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--K231zzsI/AAAAAAAAABE/yUmdiIs5oJo/s200/DSC07924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aiven on the train on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183514826700476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--LRX1zztI/AAAAAAAAABM/rJcs_dCtW7o/s200/P3270027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiven waiting for bus at Werribee Zoo bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183515183182761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--LmH1zzuI/AAAAAAAAABU/yauk74-vVS4/s200/DSC07921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Werribee Zoo's bus stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183515552549949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--L7n1zzvI/AAAAAAAAABc/0RdP5CE631w/s200/P3270001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aiven &amp;amp; Steph waiting for bus to Zoo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183515900442300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--MP31zzwI/AAAAAAAAABk/vk3QguRQcg4/s200/DSC07925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The tired Sleeping Beauty&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183516291284324114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--Mmn1zzxI/AAAAAAAAABs/XYemGA1RMd8/s200/DSC07908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Victorous Sign when Steph conquered The Safari Bus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall it was a great trip, so so so wish to freeze some moments, but I ain't no god. Guess it'll just stay in my memory for the time being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : The right hand overwhelmed the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1489529668299930733?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1489529668299930733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1489529668299930733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1489529668299930733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1489529668299930733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-trip-werribee.html' title='Day Trip @ Werribee'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R--K231zzsI/AAAAAAAAABE/yUmdiIs5oJo/s72-c/DSC07924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-6795701280070334314</id><published>2008-03-13T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:02:53.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Jerks</title><content type='html'>人不可貌相。。&lt;br /&gt;Some people might seems perfect from outside, he might be the nicest person you ever met. But on the other side, he might be just another jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to keep their true self to theirselves? Why do they want to live in lies? What's the point of living such lies? Continuosly telling the same lie over and over again, running the same play over and over again, the worst part is, it's going around in the same social circle. Everyone knows each other, and some are even twins. Why are you so wrecked? Telling things that are inconsistent with what you told others, using the same tactic over and over again, even the places and conversations are the same. Should I praise you or think that you are stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after knowing the truth, I somehow hated you, feeling you're just another disgrace. Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didn's know that the truth is already known... Almost everyone knew about it, the truth is really ugly at my point of view. You know what I mean if you read this, it really shows that you're just another jerk. Pay respect to others, maybe you're mentally unstable, but please go see a shrink. You needed one, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why are you looping this, over and over again. The sadness you showed is just another play or you're hurt. If you are why are you doing it again? Repeat the same procedure again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think of a new strategy or at least use it only on someone in another social circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-6795701280070334314?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6795701280070334314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=6795701280070334314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6795701280070334314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6795701280070334314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-and-jerks.html' title='Truth and Jerks'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-6236439119943710071</id><published>2008-03-06T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:49:07.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motor Show 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9DiyX9nGpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZWil-J0fiRM/s1600-h/05032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174885326902467218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9DiyX9nGpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZWil-J0fiRM/s320/05032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9DizX9nGqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JBI1FOAatiA/s1600-h/05032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174885344082336418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9DizX9nGqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JBI1FOAatiA/s320/05032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9Dizn9nGrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dG-Xq3ql5OI/s1600-h/05032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174885348377303730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9Dizn9nGrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dG-Xq3ql5OI/s320/05032008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motor Show 2008 in Melbourne, not as good as the one in 2007.. Only 3 cars caught my attention.. Disappointment on the new WRX... Kinda looks like shit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, Gen-2 is still worth to look at :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyline GT-R, Audi R8, and Toyota Concept Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-6236439119943710071?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6236439119943710071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=6236439119943710071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6236439119943710071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6236439119943710071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/motor-show-2008.html' title='Motor Show 2008'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R9DiyX9nGpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZWil-J0fiRM/s72-c/05032008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-5390547284771112535</id><published>2008-02-14T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:06:46.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>It's always "You, didn't try, you're are not working hard enough." Ever had a thought that "he is just not this kind of person?" It's like i tried so so hard, yet it's still not good enough. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I can't cope but it's just not good enough. Can anyone lead me? Or should I just stop right here right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-5390547284771112535?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5390547284771112535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=5390547284771112535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5390547284771112535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5390547284771112535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-just-not-good-enough.html' title='It&apos;s Just Not Good Enough'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1975391405726982976</id><published>2008-02-11T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:04:04.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change</title><content type='html'>Seems like 2008 wasn't too bad afterall, it's gonna be a slight different this time. Though my inexperience had became obstacle. What if, what if I screwed up? Just thinking about it is already scary enough. Trying the best for what I am capable of, steps by steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier do not fight a losing war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1975391405726982976?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1975391405726982976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1975391405726982976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1975391405726982976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1975391405726982976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/02/change.html' title='A Change'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-3694564897711750660</id><published>2008-01-29T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:48:56.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Giving Up...</title><content type='html'>Tried and Failed then Tried Again and Failed Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rotation that had loop several times..A pattern repeated again and again.. Obstacles over obstacles.. Climbed over one after another, but seems like it's never ending.. I know humans are meant to get up after they fell, but how many times do they need to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want it this time, but I think it's another fall.. Even though oppoturnity not given, but looking for a chance to strike is my game.. You just be carefull I'm going all out.. Your serenade might not last.. My ochestra is overwhelming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A match between a pure serenade and a fierce ochestra..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-3694564897711750660?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3694564897711750660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=3694564897711750660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3694564897711750660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3694564897711750660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-giving-up.html' title='Not Giving Up...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-3017053114264756899</id><published>2008-01-28T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:35:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, this particular day, not even sure why it's named Valentine's day; why not Aiven's day? Faddy's Day? Which it sounds much better ; I think... It's a day where couples, couples to-be would celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008's Valentine's day is so close now, most couple are planned on that day. Most girls have plans, even "not having a plan's plan" sounds like a plan. Looks like this is another lonely Valentine's day for me though. Not too much to put in. As every Feb 14th passed by, I said to myself "Next year would be different"; but it seems like I'm saying it every year and its like a tradition to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07's was a slight different but its still not different. Memorable but not to be proud of. 2 of us spend the night in front of Melbourne's state library. Yet would 08's be more different? Or back to 06's, 05's..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is that, there's actually people who don't believe that I had never celebrated this event before. Do I look that experienced? Or do I look like those that would not ever allow myself to be alone on these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like minimal hope for minimal disappointment is the best for me again, but seriously, why would someone volunteer in Monash University's orientation on Valentine's Day. It's just inappropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-3017053114264756899?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3017053114264756899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=3017053114264756899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3017053114264756899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3017053114264756899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-2359320883544496093</id><published>2008-01-22T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:49:50.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse....</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to understand.. Why do god make human so hard to be understood? Why doesn't god like simplicity? Or is it just you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally confuse.. What are you thinking? Why can't I understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you give me hint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2359320883544496093?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2359320883544496093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2359320883544496093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2359320883544496093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2359320883544496093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/confuse.html' title='Confuse....'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1169434986803642426</id><published>2008-01-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:48:35.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheated</title><content type='html'>18/01/08 7:30p.m.(GMT+10), watched Clover Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted the worst movie with the best trailer by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Fucking get what it means....&lt;br /&gt; There's no ending .....!!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE DIES.......!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Retarded director.... Makes you really dizzy by the way the film the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... Did anyone watched it during the movie making and tell the director it sucks? There's no introduction and no ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF... Waste of time n Money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1169434986803642426?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1169434986803642426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1169434986803642426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1169434986803642426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1169434986803642426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheated.html' title='Cheated'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-4287386407105642919</id><published>2008-01-17T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:19:49.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Future Reference</title><content type='html'>"The past is my future reference..." a sentence I like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's so, it's most like a new tormention might began... Seems like "it" is floating away.. Further and futher and futher and futher and further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of cold haunching through my back bone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said "this" and some says "that".. Who is right? Whi is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the way I see it, I think is low.. But the hopes i implied denies. Disappointment or Euphoria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-4287386407105642919?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4287386407105642919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=4287386407105642919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4287386407105642919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4287386407105642919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/past-and-future-reference.html' title='Past and Future Reference'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-5061015065379037935</id><published>2008-01-16T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:44:29.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You...</title><content type='html'>Heartbeating in irregular rhythm... Accelerating, decelerating.. Symphony changes time to time.. As image flys through my mind, face blushes for no reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it triggered by you? Found myself unable to look you in the eyes.. As face to face, my eye dodges a direct line of sight.. What the hell is this? Expecting you day and nights.. Gotta hate it, haven't felt this way since a long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Lust..? I wonders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one to free me from my tormention? Or are you another one to lead me into another tormention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thursday in the near future, I'm open for you.. Will I get past it alone or with you? A mystery for now but soon to be revealed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相识不过多少天，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;却对你念念不忘。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是何时被你侵略?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不知不觉不小心，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不安不稳不知何。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 + 3 p 1+1 an 1 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-5061015065379037935?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5061015065379037935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=5061015065379037935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5061015065379037935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5061015065379037935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s You...'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-6353635169533045303</id><published>2007-12-31T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:08:57.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.. 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WooT... New Year... 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah.. Turning 20 this year.. At last my age starts with 2.. New year.. New look.. New hair.. and New color~ Time to update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150308194144576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R3mSA9vFY1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5FiZgMYtgMc/s320/31122007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2007 passes.. Perhaps its time to move on.. Said this long long ago.. but stil.. I'm just standing on where I am saying the same thing over and over again. 2007 made lots of promises. Couldn't fullfil them... Therefore part of my goal is to fullfil them... Kawanz hope to see you guys this year seriously... No joke.. Trying my best.. Lets do it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-6353635169533045303?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6353635169533045303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=6353635169533045303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6353635169533045303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6353635169533045303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-2008.html' title='New Year.. 2008'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp3.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/R3mSA9vFY1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5FiZgMYtgMc/s72-c/31122007(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-2349755609443791819</id><published>2007-12-03T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:12:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Plot</title><content type='html'>What if the princess kissed the frog; the frog became the prince; but the prince doesn't like the princess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's not beauty and the beast but handsome and the beast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement you made, it's TWISTED. It's the other way round, you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if its happens again, because it's still happening. Sometimes, perhaps you are acting dumb, or you just don't know, but your verb HURTS. It's like thousand blades pierced through my heart. These days I've changed, perhaps I've think too much? Hoping too much? When I know it's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wants to quit being a background singer, I want to be the singer, the star. Can I? Will I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2349755609443791819?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2349755609443791819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2349755609443791819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2349755609443791819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2349755609443791819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/12/twisted-plot.html' title='Twisted Plot'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-2433711061074275137</id><published>2007-11-27T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:54:54.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distration....</title><content type='html'>Toys !! Movies !! Animes !! Musics !! TV !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distrations !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally distracted. What about my studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONY !! NINTENDO!! MICROSOFT !! SAMSUNG !!  STOP DISTRACT ME !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2433711061074275137?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2433711061074275137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2433711061074275137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2433711061074275137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2433711061074275137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/distration.html' title='Distration....'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-1957667339757917292</id><published>2007-11-21T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:51:42.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dying World, The Dying YOU !</title><content type='html'>Often I heard someone say : "The world is dying, we can't save it anyway". I say, thanks to you, thanks to people like you, selfish, naive, and bloody idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you thought too highly of yourself and you though that everything you do, everything you said is right but in fact is the other way round. I hate talking to you. Why? You never listen to me and you doesn't use your brain of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your so good? In fact you are just a weakling, a weakling amongst the weakling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make us so different is our believe and our value. Perhaps being selfish is not betraying to you, or perhaps you never got betrayed. Just wanna tell you, YOU SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCD, PS3 and PSP is coming to me home!! WEEE !! Sorry but I don't think I will lend it to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1957667339757917292?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1957667339757917292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1957667339757917292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1957667339757917292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1957667339757917292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/11/dying-world-dying-you.html' title='The Dying World, The Dying YOU !'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1552609605142387267</id><published>2007-09-04T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T05:17:56.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress-Fool</title><content type='html'>Current life - unbelievably stressful, work, study, assignment, exam, You, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling force pushing into me constantly, tightly tied, unable to unknot ownself. 17days left to get into "Big Boy's Toys Mode" again. Will I came out winner or loser again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck to live my life, suck to have the attitude of running away from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly escaping, lying things not to be done. Ditching work as if it was never there, treating importance as rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forged as a blunt sword, yet where is my sharpening stone? Would it be myself? Would it be someone still finding their way to me? Was it ever there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boss, me = tired. Dear family, me = not in the mood. Dear friends, me = no time. Dear me, me = whinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a fool, destress? Acting like doesn't care at all, hiding stress? Running away, being me? Do I need help? Unable to be independant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1552609605142387267?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1552609605142387267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1552609605142387267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1552609605142387267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1552609605142387267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress-fool.html' title='Stress-Fool'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-2606361298070194570</id><published>2007-08-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:37:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>My life.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Life (at least suppose to...)&lt;br /&gt;Classes : 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Work : 20 hours&lt;br /&gt;Sleep : 8 x 7 = 56 hours&lt;br /&gt;Travelling : 8 hours&lt;br /&gt;Total hours : 108&lt;br /&gt;Hours left : 60 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments : approx 10 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual Life&lt;br /&gt;Classes : less than 17 hours&lt;br /&gt;Work : 30 hours (or more)&lt;br /&gt;Sleep : 5 x 7 = 25 hours&lt;br /&gt;Travelling : more than 20 hours&lt;br /&gt;Total hours : 92&lt;br /&gt;Hours left : 76 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming + Anime + Movie + Day Dreaming : approx 80 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments : 0 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treating each new day as a new hassle, living a life never wanted" quoted by Myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2606361298070194570?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2606361298070194570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2606361298070194570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2606361298070194570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2606361298070194570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-1246034803285155375</id><published>2007-08-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:23:07.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut &amp; Paste</title><content type='html'>Boy : "Hey, remember me? You just gave me a fake phone number! If you're not interested you should just say so instead of jerking me around !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : " Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;          : " The thought of even touching you makes me want to take this toothpick, ram it up my  nose and into me brain. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : "  Wow, that was pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : "Yeah, i save my best insult for guys that disgust me most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy " I...I don't know what to say... I'm so touched..  Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : " Don't mention it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-1246034803285155375?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1246034803285155375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=1246034803285155375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1246034803285155375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/1246034803285155375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/08/cut-paste.html' title='Cut &amp; Paste'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-7149923779514646822</id><published>2007-07-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:37:15.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post To You</title><content type='html'>This is a "letter" to you, I won't hide your identity, I want my friends to know you. Why? Your my special someone, that is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Chloe,&lt;br /&gt;How have you been? Sorry I can't be there with you at that special moment, that special environment, that holy moment, the moment of new birth. Sorry I can't touch you, hug you, kiss you, let you feel my love towards you, but you will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how far I will go for you, but I will do whatever in my strength for you. Yes, for you. I know haven't played my part. Sorry, I'm too far from you, unreachable. It's a lame excuse. Yeah I know but I haven't been too good lately. Again, sorry. I mean it, can you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you blossom into someone great, pretty, and smart.&lt;br /&gt;2) Would happiness always be along with you.&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you find another guardian angel, other than me.&lt;br /&gt;4) Would ancients be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your Dearest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aiven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope this message will be delivered to you. Truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-7149923779514646822?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7149923779514646822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=7149923779514646822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/7149923779514646822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/7149923779514646822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-to-you.html' title='A Post To You'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-402332234945321241</id><published>2007-07-16T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:35:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The most mysterious part of human, thoughts. It's so powerful that it actually ruined someone's life and days, confusing them, chafing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her : "Why is girls so hard and tough be be understanded?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied : "Yeah, I think so too, but i think guy's is even harder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i just can't agree with her, since as I know guys are just too easy, even though sometimes they might be hard to predict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't understand why just a simple statement could led me thinking for days, weeks and months. Torturous. Have I applied Visual Basic's into my mind? The "Endless Loop"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been tough, I can't seems to understand you. A suddenly warm and cold of you - painful. A sudden anger of you - irritates. Others of it and adds up to be a fear, a fear where i would start to protect myself and distant you. I might just sail so far away where you can't hear me as i shout, you can't see me from the shore, you can't detect with satelites, you can't prove my existence anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this is called even, you keep it to yourself, I keep it to myself. Though, I feel funny when we pull back as we go into that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, mysterious =) Cheers "stranger"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-402332234945321241?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/402332234945321241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=402332234945321241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/402332234945321241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/402332234945321241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-4453548862386572360</id><published>2007-07-12T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T05:41:16.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKA !! IDIOT !! BITCH !!</title><content type='html'>DOES MY FACE/VOICE SOUNDS LIKE I "SHOULD" BE FFK? U F***ING BITCH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T YOU SY SO???? I've BEEN WATING FOR SO LONG...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I WILL SLAP YOUR FACE IF I KNOW WHO ARE YOU !!! IDIOT !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-4453548862386572360?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4453548862386572360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=4453548862386572360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4453548862386572360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4453548862386572360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/baka-idiot-bitch.html' title='BAKA !! IDIOT !! BITCH !!'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-3253144863109966743</id><published>2007-07-11T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:08:45.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Today, received an unexpected call. Impulsive reacted and answered "Yes why not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day passes, as I think about it more and from a different angle, I started to feel regret. As I calculated the oppoturnity cost I've learnt about it doesn't seems right and doesn't seems to worth. If I accept it, does it mean I've occupied myself and have to stick to it? Do I have a choice? Do I have a so called plan B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't seems like I have a choice at the moment. As my current condition it don't seems that I can continue choosing from 1 to another. 2 more days until it is set or should I just be an ass when the time comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said, " No matter what you do, you always have a choice." Is that so? Why can't I see the choice. What is my choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-3253144863109966743?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3253144863109966743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=3253144863109966743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3253144863109966743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3253144863109966743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-3850607737262070792</id><published>2007-07-10T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:50:40.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Age</title><content type='html'>The dark age arised. Everything in front of me seems dark, wheres my light, my guidance and my hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see every opening, every opportunity, I see another dissapointed, another rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost got me thinking liching of someone else is alright, stealing off someone directly or indirectly is fine. Almost, as my core value stands strong, it stopped me from going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not prepared for these days? Or just my life was so perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I just find a way out no matter what it is or should I patiently awaits my Renaissance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-3850607737262070792?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3850607737262070792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=3850607737262070792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3850607737262070792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/3850607737262070792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/dark-age.html' title='Dark Age'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-4493201373313230627</id><published>2007-07-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:34:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pace</title><content type='html'>Don't understand what happened today. It just felt like to slower my pace, walk at a speed which is a much slower pace that it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems new to me as people who used to walk behind are now so far ahead of me. I leave it as it is, had old age got into me? Had the confusion affecting me? Had I lost the pace i used to bear? Or it just that I'm trying to see the world at a different sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, me with a different outlook compare to before seems strange. Keep having in mind, "What if I'm like how I used to be?" Not sure why do I think that, had the studying stress finally got to me? Had the stress of being jobless overtook my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be at the pace I used to be......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-4493201373313230627?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4493201373313230627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=4493201373313230627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4493201373313230627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/4493201373313230627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/pace.html' title='Pace'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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-6770972290794743243.post-6569176380601243404</id><published>2007-07-05T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:07:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Ro0JDp7x7WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3TqVkyOcxrU/s1600-h/05072007(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083729512772005218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Ro0JDp7x7WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3TqVkyOcxrU/s320/05072007(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like a usual day but not usual at all. Start off with a rush as I overslept as usual. Having class from 9-3 then 4-6. Tired, but worth to have an extra day off each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, sometimes people's vision often clouds by their emotion, they judge, they act following their emotion and feeling. Don't blame that poor guy, forgive him, yet find way to fix it. Can't give much advise since I'm not good at managing myself, wish you all the best anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted it to happen again, but i didn't put in any effort nor I didn't even tried. Guess "nice try" can't be use in this case. Don't know why I want it to happen again, it's still a mystery maybe you(2) can try to help me find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It start off from a plain sentence : " 吃吾吃饭啊？"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the munching spree begins. Start from "Sambal Kampung", ordered two dishes i) Char Kuey Teow Spicy, ii) Stir fried cashew nut with chicken and vegies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's still a foreign country, a Spicy Char Kuey Teow doesn't taste spicy at all. Really missed the hometown Char Kuey Teow, nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second stop, Lygon St, IL Dolce Fredo is the shop name if I'm not wrong. Durian tag Roche, rich durian taste and rich chocolate taste, yums ^^. Hers Green Tea tag Roche rox as well . *Can't even finish even though ordered the smallest size.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last stop Greco, Crown Casino. Berry Cheesecake and breakfast tea. As I finished the cake, torturously yet fun, I swear I puke if I eat anything else. Guess tomorrow's lunch is cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day. Huge question, "How to keep in size?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-6569176380601243404?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6569176380601243404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=6569176380601243404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6569176380601243404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/6569176380601243404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-july-2007.html' title='4th July 2007'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp2.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Ro0JDp7x7WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3TqVkyOcxrU/s72-c/05072007(021).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-5777979326805641735</id><published>2007-07-04T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:40:27.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Rou7N57x7VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xXuZmFgkasQ/s1600-h/ATT00292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083362451981987154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Rou7N57x7VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xXuZmFgkasQ/s320/ATT00292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Received an e-mail earlier today and had this pic. Got me wondering. You might say that the "cow" is not helping, but from my point of view, the "cow" tried and failed. Hence he seek another solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciates those who tried to help, but sometimes there are things that we need to seek the solution ourselves. No end in learning, as we solve our own problems, we learned, we get cautious and we don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be contradicting but there are times that people are just trying help. Don't get it the wrong, some people do have a pure intention to help. Give them a chance, don't just put a no entry or no through road sign at your door. Somes friends do care for you, don't hammer them when they are trying to help or questions their intention. "Friends will always try to help, at least they won't let you fall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You(2), don't feel ashamed/shy to ask for help. Just ask if u need help, theres always people that will volunteer to help. It's what friends do, they help each other out, they look out for each other and most importantly they want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Others :&lt;br /&gt;Don't whine if you got no friends, go look for some.&lt;br /&gt;Don't comment on others unless you are doing damn good.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask for comments if you can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be cocky if your good in doing something, theres always better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-5777979326805641735?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5777979326805641735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=5777979326805641735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5777979326805641735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/5777979326805641735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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://bp1.blogger.com/_AdATTgU-4BE/Rou7N57x7VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xXuZmFgkasQ/s72-c/ATT00292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770972290794743243.post-2330111024501585950</id><published>2007-07-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T03:24:02.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Date</title><content type='html'>Date : 4th July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had given birth to my own blog. It is a space of my own, writing things that i felt, i saw, i observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said this won't last long, where people have no determination in blogging and lead to a dead blog space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is still a mystery how long it will last. How far would an impulsive move bring me? How strong is the determination formed by an impulsive action? Guess this could only be revealed bit by bit as time flows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770972290794743243-2330111024501585950?l=faddybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2330111024501585950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6770972290794743243&amp;postID=2330111024501585950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2330111024501585950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770972290794743243/posts/default/2330111024501585950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddybear.blogspot.com/2007/07/birth-date.html' title='Birth Date'/><author><name>Aiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212906360900555612</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
