<?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-4113779858354264971</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:29:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>If you hate me, then PISS OFF!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the  side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To  tell you I was wrong but you already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe me I won't stop To see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that I'm  after is a life full of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as I'm laughing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm  thinking that all that still matters is love ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the  life we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I know there's no life after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last  time we talked, the night that I walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burns like an iron in the  back of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must have been high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weren't meant  to be and just wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, why did I ever doubt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You  know I would die here without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and  I, right or wrong, there's no other one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After this time I spent alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's  hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking bout the better times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must have been out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm runnin'  back to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without  you God knows what I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the life we've  been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know there's no life after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7501338126541277445?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8983104219664504125</id><published>2010-07-28T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:47:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dearest "IT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y faithful readers!! Im back blogging again. Hasnt been updating m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y recent life dat much. i would prefer it kept within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine u found a diamond and dis is a rare diamond hardl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y found. We tend to keep it safe to ourself and dunt let an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y1 else know it exists. It might get stolen one da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;We usuall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y tend to keep what we treasure most in our life within ourself. Dats common. It shows how much it meant to us. Happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y or sad, Laugh or cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y nobod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y knows. Nobod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y should know because random people do laugh at u if ders a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does dis rare diamond dat i mean? Whereva i go, i would bring It along wif me. No matter It likes it or not. Just to expose It to the outside world and breathe fresh air ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y now n then. It complains to me dat It doesnt like to sit at home often. And It is happier being wif me no matter where i would bring It to. So dats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt; i share m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ything wif It. I eat, It eat.(i need to sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y it a few times to pronounce this correctl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt; I sleep, It Sleep. When It feels cold, i alwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ys make sure i cover It wif &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y jacket. I dunt care if im cold but i juz wanna make sure It is comfortable whereva we went. On bikes, i even wear helmet on It. I will bring this helmet whereva i go wif or w/o It. In case it rains, n It's helmet got wet. I tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y to let it dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y. Worse case, b4 i fetch It, i would go home grab another helmet for It to use it comfortabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y. If It still doesnt feel comfortable with the other helmet, i will let It use mine and i use the uncomfortable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It and i have at least one common things we like to do. It loves to go karaoke. I would bring It to karaoke often especiall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y wen It is stress wif studies. It also loves taking pictures. So i save up and bought It a camera wif some useful application in that camera. It is so happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y that It almost forgot about me but thankfull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y It didnt. It also loves shopping!! At first i feel tired follow It browsing thru ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y shop n check almost on ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ything. Shoes, clothes, bags, bangles all kinds of accessories. But soon i get used to dat and i even gives comments or suggestions wich looks good on It. Sometimes i would pick sumthing i thought it was nice but It sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ys Not Nice and browse thru other things. It is difficult to be pleased sometimes. But i stood b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neva forbids It to do an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ything unless i feel that the things It did will lead to sumthing bad then i would forbid It. Im tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ying to be a nice gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y to It. Shower It wif Love, Care, Concern, Protection, took awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y some problems It face and neva fail to let It face alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wheres m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y It now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunt have an answer. The moments we share almost felt as though theres no one else around us. Now dat i lost It, i felt that i almost lost ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;ything. It... Whereva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;you are, please come back to me. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt; arms are still wide open for m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;y It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8983104219664504125?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8983104219664504125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8983104219664504125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8983104219664504125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8983104219664504125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dearest-it.html' title='My dearest &quot;IT&quot;'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1579373480825872819</id><published>2010-01-11T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:14:06.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent it out here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanx to those who introduce me to the world of blog. I could express my thoughts and feelings all i wanted for all i care. No one to stop me as i own dis blog and thanx to those who read my blog regularly. Actually im bad at blogging. Really.. I have nuthing to write about but i find it useful to let it out sumtimes if there is anything i would like to write. It is like a personal diary except dat it is readable by any1. But people dis is a good place to vent it out to show others when u r having a bad patch, ur good times and everything... Im enjoying it. Juz listen to my song.. Hehehe... As i wrote on dis i was grooving along wif it. I hope u r too.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy and buzy lately to update dis blog but since now im free in the day time as i work night shift, i could spare some time to sit n type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im obsessed wif Kite Flying and im gonna buy a set of Kite for myself. I hope u readers dunt get bored wif my blog soon. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically im happy nowadays..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalala........ Juz trying to make dis post longer. I know i failed. 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Actually we plan to go West Coast but at the last minute we change our spot to Marina Barrage. We did sum shopping the day before. Some little groceries needed to cook and bring wif us. We keep it a secret to Sya and Ina who followed us to the giant to get our stuff dat we are having picnic tomoro. It is supposedly plan to celebrate our 1st mth anniversary. Honestly speaking, we dunt have a specific date but i take it as off since 20/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYSGeYbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KIAS8NoBvSc/s1600-h/PICT4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYSGeYbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KIAS8NoBvSc/s320/PICT4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123688376659186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYTOuexjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oFetj6kEUjY/s1600-h/PICT4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYTOuexjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oFetj6kEUjY/s320/PICT4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123707771536946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Marina Barrage, we noticed dat there are many people especially families who chill and hang out and gathers there. Some picnic or kite flying or photo taking or juz sit arnd. We quickl pick our spot, spread the mat and lay our stuffs. Im hungry and i cant wait to taste my Baby's cooking. So w/o wasting time we start eating while chatting and watch people fly their kites. It was a good splendid view up der while the sun is about to set. The wind was strong at the atmosphere was cooling. Baby's felt cold and luckily i brought my jacket with me to keep her warm. The sight was amazingly superb wen we watch many kinds of kite design seen flying and a Smiling Face kite with two long tails caught my eye. It stands out among the rest. And she gave me a suprise gift which she made it herself. I happy wif u Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSY20kxIUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LeWcfNeRIUE/s1600-h/PICT4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSY20kxIUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LeWcfNeRIUE/s320/PICT4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124319226765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSZN6Qf7wI/AAAAAAAAAko/ni0KR-x1qoA/s1600-h/PICT4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSZN6Qf7wI/AAAAAAAAAko/ni0KR-x1qoA/s320/PICT4079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124715889356546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYTZg0KzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IGg_tA_o4KY/s1600-h/PICT4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYTZg0KzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IGg_tA_o4KY/s320/PICT4030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123710667008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYSstX3BI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4Ug4EGt-aZs/s1600-h/PICT4017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYSstX3BI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4Ug4EGt-aZs/s320/PICT4017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123698640083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send her back home at aroung 11 and we still got time to chill at her void deck and eat our durians. Romantic rite? Hahahaha.... Well dats all for this post. More updates coming up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYT0a4D7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5pPiqF-_L1k/s1600-h/PICT4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYT0a4D7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5pPiqF-_L1k/s320/PICT4053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419123717889855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSY3ZsDUdI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gsgVqDytayQ/s1600-h/PICT4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSY3ZsDUdI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gsgVqDytayQ/s320/PICT4054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124329189429714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2696254685548508436?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2696254685548508436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2696254685548508436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2696254685548508436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2696254685548508436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/12/picnic-marina-barrage.html' title='Picnic @ Marina Barrage'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SzSYSGeYbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KIAS8NoBvSc/s72-c/PICT4022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8423171211724134387</id><published>2009-12-21T08:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:49:00.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life been Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has never been this great. Went out for sheesha at night wif a bunch of frenz, went for some wedding reception wif Baby, a Johor Trip wif Baby all the way to Jusco, and a number of karaoke session wif frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the sheesha session was hilarious and irritating and fun. We all talk crap all the way thru the night. And we happen to be Al-Majlis last customer left when they start to close shop. It did not stop there. We went to chill at Kampong Bugis and discuss about our plan for the New year and about Fendi's problem. The more we talk bout it, the more we feel like strangling him. Anyway afterall, no harm letting go of her if she only gives you more problems. And for that we reach home close to 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was some wedding invitation from Baby's primary school fren and my bike group escort invitation. From my opinion, an escort was fun but too much design group was unnecessary. And noisy and nuisance. If it is my wedding, i would only invite the close ones like Bocah and TKO only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4pIG63I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hCnnGWsi8IA/s1600-h/11139_1172022822370_1281990289_30426083_4574196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4pIG63I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hCnnGWsi8IA/s320/11139_1172022822370_1281990289_30426083_4574196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493774769515378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4YJ6irI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eOW1NGSregs/s1600-h/11139_1172022582364_1281990289_30426077_1810796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4YJ6irI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eOW1NGSregs/s320/11139_1172022582364_1281990289_30426077_1810796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493770213690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4_P0k-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/f8LoZOQdaZs/s1600-h/11139_1172022942373_1281990289_30426086_3592953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4_P0k-I/AAAAAAAAAjY/f8LoZOQdaZs/s320/11139_1172022942373_1281990289_30426086_3592953_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493780707447778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby and i have a Johor shopping all the way to Larkin and Jusco. We bought a DC shoe for myself finally and Baby got a bag wich caught her eye for that day. She like the bag so much so i get that for her. Then i went to show Baby the bike shop area where i used to hang out at night wif my frens. I did repair a part of my bike but it still cause me the same prob. I was so frustrated dat i decide to takeover fendi's bike. It is small and slow much to Baby's liking and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NN2_Im_I/AAAAAAAAAig/PLCHR_0YxKk/s1600-h/larkin+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NN2_Im_I/AAAAAAAAAig/PLCHR_0YxKk/s320/larkin+shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493039755598834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N5YT1gwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-RYis-d6mWE/s1600-h/16659_1091495867311_1823949283_192111_4689110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N5YT1gwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-RYis-d6mWE/s320/16659_1091495867311_1823949283_192111_4689110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493787435172610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the karaoke session. Thankfully most of us can make it. We also force Kalid to follow us as he alwas dislike to go for karaoke.  So we trick him dat we meeting sum1 at Kampong Chai Chee C.C. I almost forgot that he did work there b4. Anyway we have fun for the 3hrs there. It was one of those enjoyment for the month. We had our dinner at East Coast b4 baby and i have to leave early bcoz baby got to reach home early. Sorry peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NObMo7zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M55YS0dHpv0/s1600-h/11139_1172019902297_1281990289_30426032_6140191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NObMo7zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M55YS0dHpv0/s320/11139_1172019902297_1281990289_30426032_6140191_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493049475919666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NO4P--SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nf0CzC04MIM/s1600-h/11139_1172020302307_1281990289_30426041_1973864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NO4P--SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nf0CzC04MIM/s320/11139_1172020302307_1281990289_30426041_1973864_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493057274575138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NPKZ8FVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4yiWumgHWII/s1600-h/11139_1172021182329_1281990289_30426062_6066932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7NPKZ8FVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4yiWumgHWII/s320/11139_1172021182329_1281990289_30426062_6066932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417493062148166994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway Life have been good wif Baby. We went out to catch some movies the later was Avatar and we watch it in 3D. the graphics was superb and i kinda like the show even i dunno much about the story behind the making of the movie. Dunt mention the movie the other day me, sya, ina and fendi watch. Dunt Look Back. It was boring and seriusly kinda confusing. Avatar was way better. I give 8/10 for Avatar..... Go watch it people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7Twx3y4SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gblKdfigseg/s1600-h/20122009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7Twx3y4SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gblKdfigseg/s320/20122009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500236747825442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8423171211724134387?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8423171211724134387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8423171211724134387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8423171211724134387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8423171211724134387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-been-great.html' title='Life been Great'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sy7N4pIG63I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hCnnGWsi8IA/s72-c/11139_1172022822370_1281990289_30426083_4574196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1759486890157391691</id><published>2009-12-05T06:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:37:57.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxmNahLaPaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/b_Foy-dFygY/s1600-h/world+cup+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411511913984703906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxmNahLaPaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/b_Foy-dFygY/s320/world+cup+2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Cup 2010 hosted by South Africa will be kicking off on June 11 2010. The Group Stage Draw is out yesterday and this is how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxmNbG1IwPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GXKvotvCg94/s1600-h/world+cup+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411511924091830514" style="WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxmNbG1IwPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GXKvotvCg94/s320/world+cup+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My all time fevrets Brazil will still be the team im going for this World Cup sitting in the group of death alongside Portugal, North Korea and Ivory Coast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And ladies bear wif ur men, boyfie or even kids... It will gonna be a difficult month of the year for those ladies who hate soccer. Dont say we didnt warn.... The heats is rising. WHich team u going for this time round? See You There....................&lt;/span&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/4113779858354264971-1759486890157391691?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1759486890157391691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1759486890157391691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1759486890157391691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1759486890157391691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-cup-draw.html' title='World Cup Draw'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxmNahLaPaI/AAAAAAAAAiM/b_Foy-dFygY/s72-c/world+cup+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4151665677609619619</id><published>2009-11-29T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:46:45.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New shoes</title><content type='html'>The two shoes i have now is in bad condition. The 2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DCshoe&lt;/span&gt;.. i shall not take the pics of them. Malu sey... So My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BabyAngel&lt;/span&gt; and me went round searching for shops dat sells DCshoes in S'pore. Went to Tampines Mall, Century Square, Beach Rd, Bugis St and not even Far East have any of them... Finally we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;landed&lt;/span&gt; at Queensway Shopping Centre.. even though i didnt like the DCshoe available 2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vans&lt;/span&gt; shoes caught my eye. I feel like buying bought but baby likes the black yellow one. After trying it on i still cant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; which one to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt;. Since baby likes the black yellow one, i go wif her. It comes wif a bag and two nice laces. I felt relief after we walk out of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miz 29&lt;/span&gt; shop. We also realise dat we round the entire 1st floor of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;queensway&lt;/span&gt; for almost 3 rounds before finally i decided here. Baby also felt tired. So soree... Thanks for keeping me company and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; wif me very choosy. Aniwae i still demand the DCshoe dat we saw a guy on bike pass by us while sitting on a stone at bugis. It was nice with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big DC logo&lt;/span&gt; by the side. Cool shit!! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.. i will soon get my hands onto it one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1PQlS1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/bC0OePpOFao/s1600/29112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1PQlS1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/bC0OePpOFao/s320/29112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409396912659188562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1rlxNjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P9HLHsPWW0I/s1600/29112009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1rlxNjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P9HLHsPWW0I/s320/29112009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409396920264242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ2PsJ7NI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MFzGHzuGrFw/s1600/29112009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ2PsJ7NI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MFzGHzuGrFw/s320/29112009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409396929954704594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1-xv9xI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2pZtwI8hztY/s1600/29112009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1-xv9xI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2pZtwI8hztY/s320/29112009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409396925414766354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will used it for the first time wen i meet my baby again :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats all for this post.. More updates coming soon... Happy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4151665677609619619?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4151665677609619619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4151665677609619619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4151665677609619619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4151665677609619619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-shoes.html' title='New shoes'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SxIJ1PQlS1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/bC0OePpOFao/s72-c/29112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-443840586984429150</id><published>2009-11-23T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:31:35.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Production Date</title><content type='html'>Last Friday after work, i went back to Temasek Polytechnic to accompany sum1 to watch this drama production by Titisan Temasek. Actually i neva watch this kind of live drama at all. But since one of her fren force her to join her, she invited me to come along since her fren brought her bf and she was alone no one to accompany her. I agreed to join them. I leave my work earlier den usual at 7pm and reach der at 7.15pm. I thought i would reach in time at 7.30pm. Upon reaching, i did actually give her a scare that i cant make it.. Padahal im at sch carpark oredi waiting for her.. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the drama tingy.. The first drama was an english drama about the death of sum1 or rather sumthing which at the end we discover it was a dog. At first all the suspect neva admit that they are the one who killed the thing and there is this one detective who thinks he did a great job in solving the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 2nd drama was a malay drama about an affair between a couple involving his mum and brother and the dilemma the lady put him into. I was confused at first but as the drama move on i quite get the actual picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Swn37ohEEII/AAAAAAAAAhk/UlMA7Be9Uv0/s1600/23112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Swn37ohEEII/AAAAAAAAAhk/UlMA7Be9Uv0/s320/23112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125431495430274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended about 9.30pm. Then we wave goodbye to her fren and we go separate ways. We had our dinner at Selegie. Have a good long chat b4 i send her home about 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-443840586984429150?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/443840586984429150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=443840586984429150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/443840586984429150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/443840586984429150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-production-date.html' title='Drama Production Date'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Swn37ohEEII/AAAAAAAAAhk/UlMA7Be9Uv0/s72-c/23112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-9192377374696628335</id><published>2009-11-16T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:01:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blade</title><content type='html'>The whole of last week, i was on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;night shift duty&lt;/span&gt;. No night hangouts, night activity or night plans. I stuck at work all by myself. Lucky me Abg Aidil was my Artisan the whole week. Sum1 whom i can talk to quite well among all the other Artisan. Itu pun sumtimes i left him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; so dat i could go play internet or go sleep.. Hahaha.... He only knows how to watch tv at the movie lounges or go catch so coffee. My night shift was basically doing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inspection and standby mode&lt;/span&gt;. Bored but very relaxing.......................... So get used to help myself wif anything dat i can all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpvXuR68I/AAAAAAAAAhU/GTItg39Zrkc/s1600/14112009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpvXuR68I/AAAAAAAAAhU/GTItg39Zrkc/s320/14112009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404576552875846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpv27hflI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eo7X1tLX7us/s1600/14112009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpv27hflI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eo7X1tLX7us/s320/14112009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404576561252892242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i attended Walyuddin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; ceremony at Hougang. Waly was one of my ex classmates back in Springfield Sec. I didnt get to meet him though but i send my regards to him thru his dad. His dad was one of my senior officer back at work. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den dat night I went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blading&lt;/span&gt; wif Kalid at East Coast. The plan was actually at 1730hrs. Due to rain and Kalid mum use the car, the time been delayed. Kalid die2 want to wait for the car. So i meet him at 2030hrs. He pick me up at home and off to ECP... Itz been a long time i went blading and since i juz bought this pair of blade, Itz time for me to test the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt;.. We blade from the MacDonald area and to the right of ECP right to the end... Kalid suggest we go all the way to Esplanade but there is no thru road. So we go back to Mac and try to pick up some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;basic skills&lt;/span&gt; of roller blading. Next im gonna get a set of padding to avoid hurting myself wen i fall. Dis allow me to dare try new skills and not afraid of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpud2IERI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ai6X13rZ44M/s1600/15112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpud2IERI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ai6X13rZ44M/s320/15112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404576537339498770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpu-dV4PI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VFIIQnNtdkI/s1600/15112009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpu-dV4PI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VFIIQnNtdkI/s320/15112009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404576546093916402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and dis week im doing afternoon shift so yeah.. Some time to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt; at night wif frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s:  i hate people who bad mouth bout me in regards to incident dat happens years back ago. it is juz unecessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-9192377374696628335?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/9192377374696628335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=9192377374696628335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/9192377374696628335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/9192377374696628335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-blade.html' title='Back to Blade'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SwDpvXuR68I/AAAAAAAAAhU/GTItg39Zrkc/s72-c/14112009%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-361001177998173205</id><published>2009-11-10T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:20:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hafiz Birthday</title><content type='html'>1st of all... as on the day 9 Nov 2009, Happy 23rd &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to Mohd Hafiz Bin Mohd Sharif! May you have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; life ahead and be succeed in life the way you told us u wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working the night b4 but i still insist of waking up early and text Hafiz wats the plan? He replied no plan... Duh.. Okay.. So i meet him at 6+ at Wisma Atria. We went to Cineleisure to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;catch a movie&lt;/span&gt;. Juz the two of us. Romantic pe... After browsing2, we finally decide to watch Poker King. Since it is Hafiz fevret kind of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt;, i guess why not.. I thought it was one of those serius action scene. But it turns out to be quite hilarious... Especially Jacky the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt; boy who is suppose to take over his dad's business. Smiley was sweet... I like the part when there is four of them playing poker in a table and they are like praying to their dunno what god example like a toad, a ball and ciggies... I burst out my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; as i cant control it. We had fun really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we thought of going for a game of pool but we end up realising that the outlet at Lucky Plaza was under &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;renovation&lt;/span&gt;. Duh.... We didnt know that. When was the last time we been there..... I cant tell. So we thought of going for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;window shopping&lt;/span&gt; at Far East. Guess what. Almost all the shop have closed. It was juz 2145hrs. OMG!! We realise it is Monday. But it seems like there is a lot of people in town on Monday. So we head back to Borders get some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beverages&lt;/span&gt; at we waved at each other goodbye as i head to work and Hafiz went to meet his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; is much better than when you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;. Which im already quite used to anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-361001177998173205?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/361001177998173205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=361001177998173205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/361001177998173205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/361001177998173205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/hafiz-birthday.html' title='Hafiz Birthday'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1067499809499649311</id><published>2009-11-03T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:26:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Date</title><content type='html'>Ok lets talk sumthing else here. I have been working at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Changi Airport&lt;/span&gt; for a month now. Been holding on to the pressure receive everywhere. Handling complains, revert complains, rectified, solving fault and doing inspections is part of my daily routine. Honestly i must say it is not my type of job but i need the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for myself to move up the chart quick. Well.. This is my plan. As soon as i hit the 3rd month, i will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;update&lt;/span&gt; my resume and look at my options or recommendation. I already have a few in mind.. But most probably i would still be staying in the airport organizations. I shall not name the option here.. Itz a bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I dunno somehow a girl juz came into my life at the very right timing and it was totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; what type of girl stood right infront of me. SHe was totally different from all my EXs. Really a total &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. My mum will be the happiest mum ever if i were to show this girl to her. But im not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; for that yet. Yes.. we went out a few hours after we get to know each other. It was her treat by the way. I got to drive my dad's car dat day as my family was away at Perak except for me n my sis, Naza. So we went out to catch a movie. Sounds &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; rite... Nvm.. Since it is Halloween period, so we watch Halloween. Actually she doesnt want to watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; as she is scared of not getting enuf sleep in the bed. But by looking at the options we have, this is the best one other den SAW which she totally cross dat one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat we went to Pastamania at Bugis and wif juz $10 we got two plate of pasta, a 10" pizza, a pizza desert, 2 sets of garlic bread, 2 bowl of soup, 2 drinks and 2 chocolate mousse. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; up most of it as most of u guys know how big my tank is. Thanks to Sya the manager of the month for that outlet. Ur company will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bankrupt&lt;/span&gt; soon. Juz Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i drove her around &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chatting&lt;/span&gt; while in the car and bout 5+ i send her home until the lift of her block. She happens to live at the same block as my aunt. Juz different storey. We stil keep in touch and we both are happy on that very day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1067499809499649311?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1067499809499649311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1067499809499649311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1067499809499649311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1067499809499649311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected-date.html' title='Unexpected Date'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5735005060447433422</id><published>2009-10-28T07:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:36:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Seeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes i let u go but we still need to sit down n talk things out between ourselves so that i feel good to let u go in a nicer way for me to move on. But u refuse... U r adamant.. U r running away from problems. You take the easy way out after u done some mistakes. U knew ur mistakes but u juz dunt want to admit it. Ur ego was over u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the peeps involve, especially F... Thanks eh.. I oredi told u not to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; wif my problem but u have gone way too far. I give all of u guys the same text msg and you are the only one who says "count me out". So dat means you refuse to listen to my heed. And as a long time buddy i expect you to juz give opinion and advise and not to give her a suggestion or freak conclusion to end her problem. Wat is ur intention of suggesting a 3rd party policy. I ask her and she reply so that she have a reason to let the other two go easily. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lame okay Lame!!&lt;/span&gt; I knew u wanna take ur chance and see if u could get her.... Hey! she is not Aida okay. Dunt make her look like Aida coz she is not for rolling among all my friends! Wat are you trying to do? You taking advantage of her by asking her out a few times behind the other friends. You tink im stupid n blind. I knew you way longer then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the girl.. Do hav some pride and dignity in you. As a lady "maruah" is the most important aspect that you have to take care of whereva u go. You are juz making urself an "easy to get girl" and now all my friends are gonna have that bad image towards you, dunt you realize that. They got nuthing to lose. Im trying to avoid all this but u trap urself into a pit hole w/o u realise where you going, what u doing. You dunt see all this becoz u cant think ahead. You life is juz full of regrets everywhere and complain complain life sux life sux... why becoz u dunt think b4 u do anything. See where it come from. I told you to settle this between ourselves and u refuse you go round the bush asking people opinion and i dunno for wat benefits you got making urself more confused getting urself into more trouble. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ARE SUCH AN ATTENTION SEEKER!!&lt;/span&gt; Go away from my friends will you and dunt get them involved here. You also gone way too far above the limits of my circle of friends. You are juz creating a big chaos among my frens. You are making a lot of people involve and you are the spark that causes us to fight between ourselves and have a sour friendship that we held for a long time. You selfish attention seeker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I build this trust in you and i build this trust in F and this is what i get... You F****** climb over my head. You will get back wat u give, dunt worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5735005060447433422?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5735005060447433422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5735005060447433422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5735005060447433422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5735005060447433422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/attention-seeker.html' title='Attention Seeker'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5709916162125130034</id><published>2009-10-22T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:33:39.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunt Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dunt pretend to care for me if you dunt really care for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dunt pretend to love me if you dunt really love me.&lt;br /&gt;Dunt pretend to be happy wif me if you really not happy being wif me.&lt;br /&gt;Dunt pretend to be honest wif me if you really not honest wif me.&lt;br /&gt;Dunt pretend to give me nice words if u dunt mean it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Dunt pretend to make promises if you really cant keep those promises.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts, really hurts................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5709916162125130034?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5709916162125130034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5709916162125130034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5709916162125130034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5709916162125130034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/dunt-pretend.html' title='Dunt Pretend'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5160983168233377885</id><published>2009-10-20T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:15:16.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Afterall the tussle and exchange of words, it all ended unexpectedly without any clue what hit us or rather me.. It was like a Tsunami hitting the town unexpectedly. Right after my birthday and after a few days of thinking, i finally give way. As a gentlemen, i give in even though i know that i could have fight for her. But im know im not in a position to do so and im not forcing her to make the decision go my way. I did not pressurize her but i have to remind her time and again when she gonna called it off after all those promises she made to me. I understand her, i know her from deep inside. I hear every thought and every dream she wanted and even gave her wings if she wanted to fly. I be there wherever she needs sum1, a shoulder to cry, words of encouragement, a pair of ears to listen to her if she needs sum1 to talk to and even trust her like a passenger trusting their pilot. Most of her wish are granted. I treat her like a Princess and there it fade away like a ghost disappear into thin air...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5160983168233377885?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5160983168233377885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5160983168233377885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5160983168233377885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5160983168233377885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/fading-away.html' title='Fading Away'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6289174485317209202</id><published>2009-10-12T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:02:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You dunt need to compare between me and him. He simply juz let go of your hands and have another relationship with dat girl. And now that he knows he lost the girl, he came back for you. What does dat mean? You call that loyalty?! If you wanna have prove that they are in a relationship, i have their pics wen they are with each other. I felt that he made you like a re-bounder since he fail to get that girl. So you are willing to forgive him easily for that. He would not have done that if he really loves you and be loyal to you. Enuf said.. THink wisely in a bigger picture will you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6289174485317209202?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6289174485317209202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6289174485317209202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6289174485317209202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6289174485317209202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7910362779004492707</id><published>2009-10-10T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:54:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love, My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is almost the 5th month we been together including a 2mth distant relationship. Within that short period of time, there are so many ups and downs of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, juz remember that i was there for you when u need sum1 the most. When you need sum1 to talk to, to listen to ur problems, to listen to ur dreadful lonely life, to give u some piece of advise, lift u up and give some motivation and encouragement, make ur mind forget about ur problems. The full attention i gave to you might have overshadowed "HIS' ability to guide you to the future you would dream of. Like you said you do not want ur life to be similar to how ur mum suffered. I remember those words you gave me. That you will do anything u can to make this relationship work between us. And you have found the right man u want to be for the rest of ur life. The one who could guide you and give the fullest attention you need. We enjoy our life together right from Day 1 our first meeting at the airport until now. Every time we met, the strong feeling between us can be felt and we almost afraid of leaving each other even out of our sight. The Love bonding was at itz very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a day where suddenly i felt sumthing was not right from her body language. You began to open topic bout him and ask get info bout his whereabouts, his status, his life. Began to feel concern for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone wondering wat will happen to me next. I have given my all to her. I even nurse you when u are suspected H1N1 when every1 else in ur family run away from you. And i was there giving my best to make sure u get a job as soon as you step into Singapore and i know i achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here i am fighting all i can to hold to your hands tightly, stay wif me and not back at him. I juz have to be strong and be patience and juz accept wat her decision was. Even though it is hard to bear hearing it but dis is what i have been waiting for all this while. I cried almost every day but i will be crying the loudest upon hearing the decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7910362779004492707?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7910362779004492707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7910362779004492707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7910362779004492707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7910362779004492707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-my-heart.html' title='My Love, My Heart'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7897722264702348803</id><published>2009-10-04T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:47:16.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buzy Days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz Hari Raya and i hardly have time going out visiting my friends home dis year. Have to cancel my outing wif them on the 1st Oct due to a company which offers me a job. Have to cancel the class gathering too which i planned due to the same reason. I have no choice but to choose my career first as my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae.. Bike broke down again. And im back to public for the meantime till i got it fix. Should i let it go and get a new bike? Or repair it? This bike brings a lot of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7897722264702348803?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7897722264702348803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7897722264702348803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7897722264702348803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7897722264702348803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/10/buzy-days.html' title='Buzy Days'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1135247268377822839</id><published>2009-09-14T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:40:59.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remi Gaillard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im bored at home and i browse the youtube.com and managed to entertain myself with this few videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL IS REMI GAILLARD??!! I find him humourous, daring, crazy and thick skinned dude.... Here are some of his videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrlrMYbMMFg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrlrMYbMMFg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHCxdlZ7G18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHCxdlZ7G18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRefZf3gj74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lRefZf3gj74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wJeFL91f_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wJeFL91f_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFsHPFhtEYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFsHPFhtEYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1135247268377822839?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1135247268377822839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1135247268377822839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1135247268377822839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1135247268377822839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/09/remi-gaillard.html' title='Remi Gaillard'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-9042387416604482253</id><published>2009-09-11T06:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:45:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It stated... "Login to print out your Main Exam Results (from 10 Sept 09)". And i woke up early at 9.30am and try logging in. But failed.. Try a few times failed.. And i did that until 5pm... Stupid right.. I still can watch "Bohsia" online till the story finish also still cannot. Give up go work an forget bout it. Next day which is today.. Woke up for my fasting meals... Den i try log in. Yeah can get thru FINALLY!!... And there it read.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sql7DjbjfyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/nhPP14AXL3o/s1600-h/Final+Sem+results.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sql7DjbjfyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/nhPP14AXL3o/s320/Final+Sem+results.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379966530851405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm So Happy!! i quickly text my Sweety to tell her the good news..... SHe is the one who gave me the support juz to memorize that BCM module. I would not have memorize those notes by myself surely. Now i got to get a stable job as soon as i can and settle down. And theres an interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i met my former sec sch frenz for Iftar at Changi Airport the day before. We had our iftar at 'Popeye'. It was my first time eating der and i barely knows wats on the menu. I brought Sweety along. Okay it been 8years since we last met. So sad most of my clan cant make it due to bz wif work and some other stuff. After breaking our fast, we spend time camwhoring at the Terminal 3. You noe la Girls... Standard. The guys layan kan je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Farhan, Aini Rosmalina, Juliani, Nordiana, Masitah, Hasrianah, Nafsiah for the great time. And sorry i got to rush off to Arab St.. Meet u guys again at Aini's Wedding next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAcAZMNeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YWdjybz2KRs/s1600-h/9926_144003638880_613823880_2582066_6571215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAcAZMNeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YWdjybz2KRs/s320/9926_144003638880_613823880_2582066_6571215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972448501118434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAc1t0VQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7iEu74j-1Zw/s1600-h/sham+spf+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAc1t0VQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7iEu74j-1Zw/s320/sham+spf+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972462814713090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAeF_DXYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EoHi1Fjgs_s/s1600-h/9918_260671235365_830965365_8711843_7403755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAeF_DXYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EoHi1Fjgs_s/s320/9918_260671235365_830965365_8711843_7403755_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972484361837954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAdoZ8VCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dxW6z4CyCMs/s1600-h/9926_144006653880_613823880_2582095_8040978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAdoZ8VCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dxW6z4CyCMs/s320/9926_144006653880_613823880_2582095_8040978_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972476421559330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAdai3W_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/seViVUwTVOk/s1600-h/9926_144005488880_613823880_2582086_1485422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqmAdai3W_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/seViVUwTVOk/s320/9926_144005488880_613823880_2582086_1485422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972472700886002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-9042387416604482253?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/9042387416604482253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=9042387416604482253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/9042387416604482253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/9042387416604482253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sql7DjbjfyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/nhPP14AXL3o/s72-c/Final+Sem+results.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2893306827885087702</id><published>2009-09-06T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:27:51.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went through some job interviews recently. The first was crap. I didnt know dat i apply for the job. And they juz call me to come for an interview. I ask him which job he is referring to. He replied sumthing to me which i couldnt read him aas his indian accent was horrible. Sorry but yea dis is wat im facing. So i juz turn up for the interview and i got to know it is an interview for Financial COnsultant which involve me with business marketing plan and telemarketing which is not what i love doing. I go through the whole interview process half heartedly and thank god they say that i might not fit the requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd job interview was better. I knew that i came for an interview for a draftsman and i meet all the requirements of a draftsman. Whats more they say that i might be involve in the IR at marina bay project which makes me all the more than happy. It is like a dream you see. Well the interviewer told me that i should not have any problem and ask me to wait for their replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home i was doing nothing, so i juz randomly browse the net and newspaper looking for a job and making my email flood with jobs related mails. Nothing else. Other den that i would pick up my darling gf from her workplace and breakfast together and spend time thru the night wif her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally im damn happy. After going thru the IPPT training for my NSmen training, i pass my IPPT test. Not only dat. I got extra incentive. NS not dat bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqNySVw3h5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/26R9XIDzZIQ/s1600-h/ippt0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqNySVw3h5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/26R9XIDzZIQ/s320/ippt0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378268039415826322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2893306827885087702?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2893306827885087702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2893306827885087702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2893306827885087702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2893306827885087702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/09/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SqNySVw3h5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/26R9XIDzZIQ/s72-c/ippt0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1867440777027733904</id><published>2009-08-30T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:22:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akon - Be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know they wanna come and separate us but they can't do us nothin&lt;br /&gt;Your the one i want and i'm a continue lovin&lt;br /&gt;Cause your considered wify and i'm considered husband&lt;br /&gt;And i'm a always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And either way you look at it i ain't goin no where for my muffin&lt;br /&gt;Cause she gonna hold it down, cant no body tell her nothin&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of love that always make a fussin&lt;br /&gt;And that's what gets me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why i'm into you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;And no one know, the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Can never measure up to half of what i put you through&lt;br /&gt;That's why we'll break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And i don't care what they do&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seems like every day that go by things are gettin harder&lt;br /&gt;Want to be the one that give you the whole enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know what my baby like, i lean you on that prada&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got to match with the shoes&lt;br /&gt;All about knowing you i'm into doing things to keep her longer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin together forever, watch you grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it has to be, everything problem&lt;br /&gt;Keepin it always true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are everything in my life see the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;And ain't no one i compare you to&lt;br /&gt;And i know that you will never walk away from me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;And that's why i plan to do the same thing for you&lt;br /&gt;And i want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1867440777027733904?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1867440777027733904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1867440777027733904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1867440777027733904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1867440777027733904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/akon-be-with-you.html' title='Akon - Be with you'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2650096288722969644</id><published>2009-08-29T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:23:27.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch The Final Destination with My Dear Princess yesterday... It was awesome.... but too bad we should have watch the 3-D show. But the incident b4 watching the show make me sound stupid. Lol... Sweety ask me if we could watch Final Destination yesterday morning at 11am. So i answer why not. So i visited cathay website and do an early booking. Mind you it is my first time doing online booking. I didnt noe anything bout 3D at the moment. So i book at 7.45pm and inform Sweety bout the booking and which cinema we going. and how we gonna break our fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool..... Fast Forward----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time was 6.30pm and we reach the cathay early. I had this premonition dat sumthing might go wrong. So we decide to go n check the timing and the booking at the counter. I gave them my booking reference number and Guess What? The counter staff told me no such booking. I was damn.. but i am really sure i did my booking. so i go to another counter who look to be a more experience staff and ask him to check on the same reference number. He inform me that the booking i made is actually at Cathay Cineleisure not The Cathay. Okay so i requested an adjustment and thank god there is a place available for both of us there and the show will start at 7.05pm. We break our fast in the theatre itself. Touching kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the movie was awesome all i can say. The way people died is brrrrrutal... It is as though i could feel the pain they feel. But the ending was like stupid. Hahaha... Dats all i wanna say but overall nice movie to watch... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2650096288722969644?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2650096288722969644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2650096288722969644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2650096288722969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2650096288722969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-destination.html' title='The Final Destination'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8530691478567513780</id><published>2009-08-28T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:28:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating in progress</title><content type='html'>In a few days time, exactly dis Monday, Sweety will be starting her job soon. After about a month back in Singapore. Happy for her.. At least she is doing sumthing dat she love doing. And as for me i got to get a job as soon as possible. And we have to start saving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fie... er.. look.. I still have problem how to call you.. Sweety, Darlz, Fie, Hunn, Syg, Babe..... Confused. Why? Becoz.. Its either sum1 else previously have called her dat or too common (as sum people noe me, i hate common stuff and alwayz wanna be different). Any of u guys got suggestions for me? I thought of sumthing sweet like.... erm... Bandung!... err no.. Brownies! Snickers! Popcorn! Lollipop! Hahahaha... How bout Teddy! Princess! Deary! haiyo... lemme think bout it... as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae we both had our fasting going well wih full marks. Today will be our sixth successful day fasting and tomoro we break our fast at Simpang Bedok with some of my former mates back in secondary school. So far we break our fast together at geylang, my home, and Sinaran which is at Teck Whye. Oh yah... we have bought our Pair of baju raya. It will be a Pink outing people.. So dunt clash wif us. Da bagi warning siang2 eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt from this relationship dat Happiness is everything. You gotta be happy wif each other to make this work out and if you have any misunderstanding, we gotta let it out and inform the other side. I learnt from my past and this will not repeat again. I Love You wif all my heart and like nobody do eva thruout ur whole life. I proven to u dat im different and the rest is all up to you how u want it to be. Mayb i have change ur entire lifestyle slowly but i hope u understand what i have been doing for u... Yes it is for you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8530691478567513780?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8530691478567513780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8530691478567513780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8530691478567513780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8530691478567513780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating-in-progress.html' title='Updating in progress'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7880280787644487884</id><published>2009-08-18T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:43:06.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Bumblebees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out wif Sweety yesterday for the first time by Public.. Yes i decided to park my bike at her home and we head down to town by bus. I thought a long time bout my decision the night b4 when i told her bout the plan.. It is like a different feeling though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the waiting time for the bus 190 took bout 10mins after we let the 1st bus go as it was almost full and we dread standing. Thankfully the second one was quite empty. I thought of waiting for another bus which is the Long Bus but decided to take the short bus afterall. Cerewet nyer aku.. Lum apa2 da grumble... Upon going into the bus we found a couple seat. Not long after we sit and when we are at the 2nd stop after we got into the bus, we turn to Sweety and ask her, "Are we der yet?" a few times.. We almost burst out laughing. She cant stand me being so behaving awkwardly in an unfamiliar situation where theres no fun and thrill during our journey. We juz sat listen to ipod and stare blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoSDJJbFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Lfv2KgNb_vc/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoSDJJbFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Lfv2KgNb_vc/s320/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371220164883344466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoTWnU1tI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-0d8S-XNuLw/s1600-h/Picture+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoTWnU1tI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-0d8S-XNuLw/s320/Picture+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371220187290064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach Dhoby Ghaut finally and it was almost about 40mins journey... Okay i tink i stop grumbling oredi.. The plan was go walk2 at Fort Canning Park which Sweety feels exhausted after finally reach the top of a hike of stairs. We stroll around the park and end up at Clarke Quay. Ouh We look like two bumblebees dating on dat day. Do some window shopping at the Central and chill at Starbucks. We cancel our plan to National Museum and went to chill at CLarke Quay by the river watching the G Max as the sun sets. We chat, sing, share prob and took pics of ourselves. We also walk around the pubs area and she show me where she used to hang out during those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoQ9o7yXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NEmIETJ8oV0/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoQ9o7yXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NEmIETJ8oV0/s320/Picture+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371220146226186610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoRXjtsdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7Z8m3qBvTL8/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoRXjtsdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7Z8m3qBvTL8/s320/Picture+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371220153183613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it is getting late and time for her to go home. We slowly made our way to the nearest bus stop. It was a nice beautiful day. Happy 3rd Month Anniversary Sweety!! It is our first time celebrating it together though as the first two months we were distant apart. We enjoy each other company and more comfortable wif each other now. Happy to be wif u, Sweety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoS5qcziI/AAAAAAAAAf0/A8B8W3S-0Ns/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoS5qcziI/AAAAAAAAAf0/A8B8W3S-0Ns/s320/Picture+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371220179518541346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SoppZl_bWOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NMgPt0whmEQ/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SoppZl_bWOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NMgPt0whmEQ/s320/Picture+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371221394008529122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7880280787644487884?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7880280787644487884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7880280787644487884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7880280787644487884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7880280787644487884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/dating-bumblebees.html' title='Dating Bumblebees'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SopoSDJJbFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Lfv2KgNb_vc/s72-c/Picture+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3827317946170560245</id><published>2009-08-07T07:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:40:32.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweetie!!</title><content type='html'>31st July is the day my sweetie turns 23. The original plan was called off at the very last minute by her aunt due to some problems. So ders a change of plan. Ca or sasha one of sweetie's fren decided to go Sentosa to sun-tan and swim. So the girls including wati went der bout 11. i join dem later as i got class. After class i visit the bike shop first actually as my clutch got problem. Den i hurriedly went to Sentosa to catch them up. We play 'Taitee', we also play bury the birthday girl (lol), took pictures, swim and finally the cake cutting. It was almost 5pm and we didnt realise dat. I promise hafiz dat we go karaoke-ing together n meet at 5. Damn.. We are still at Sentosa. By the time i reach the place it was oredi 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kofD4dI/AAAAAAAAAec/DujdkZavfT0/s1600-h/5773_112287866826_527936826_2133231_6383512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kofD4dI/AAAAAAAAAec/DujdkZavfT0/s320/5773_112287866826_527936826_2133231_6383512_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012653145514450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TxW7c6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/RDlzLGsCZTU/s1600-h/5773_112288021826_527936826_2133258_6709117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TxW7c6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/RDlzLGsCZTU/s320/5773_112288021826_527936826_2133258_6709117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014562492806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz and Fendi was der waiting for me like dunno from wat time. Hahaha sorry guys. Aniwae Plan B.. gi mkn.. no gi main pool bcoz hafiz tot Lucky Plaza was Far East where Puncak Restaurant is.. At first we dunno der is a kedai mkn. But hafiz are really2 sure der is. So plan C main pool dulu den mkn pat Far East.. Da kenyang chill depan Haagen Dazs. Soon bout 10+ sweetie got to go home.. So we bid farewell to hafiz n fendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was also a long day for us. Sweetie and her close frens Salleh, Hariz and Faidza plan to go J.B together and Sweetie brought me along since i have met them b4 and im comfortable wif dem oredi. So we meet at 9am at pondok biasa, i tink i got to name the pondok for them one day. Aniwae we reach at 10. I still have time to eat my beancurd which i bought along the way. Salleh dunt wan us to eat in his car. If i have a car i would do the same. Okay so off we go to J.B via Tuas and straight off to Jusco at Bukit Indah. Had our breakfast cum Lunch at A&amp;amp;W. Hariz is the first one to do shopping and he gets for himself a crocs shoe which he claim for his work. By looking at the retail price, it is still expensive for us. So we went to Angsana next.. Dis is much better... i bought a polo T and some other small2 stuff. We do some small shopping and soon feel hungry oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1lQ3YYxI/AAAAAAAAAes/SskwZFhtCfM/s1600-h/5773_112283771826_527936826_2133143_2831984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1lQ3YYxI/AAAAAAAAAes/SskwZFhtCfM/s320/5773_112283771826_527936826_2133143_2831984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012663984939794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3SxcNIbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SgCV4ennyQ8/s1600-h/5773_112283546826_527936826_2133102_7680516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3SxcNIbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SgCV4ennyQ8/s320/5773_112283546826_527936826_2133102_7680516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014545335067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to Selera Senibong Seafood.It is the place where juz across us we can see Singapore. The food der was brilliant. The only irritating part is the damn cat dat keeps disturbing us while we eating. We had Chilli Crab, Burung dunno what, Udang, ikan pari, GongGong and... did i miss aniting kangkong and telur dada.  Den we went to Pandan City. Sweetie ask me where is it located. I juz reply at Jurong.. Later she knew she kena tricked. Do some light shopping and finally reach Singapore by 10+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kLlXnLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/IPpvVxvDwCY/s1600-h/5773_112283901826_527936826_2133163_7206974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kLlXnLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/IPpvVxvDwCY/s320/5773_112283901826_527936826_2133163_7206974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012645387345074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TDPxcaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dhQSv4WAPNQ/s1600-h/5773_112283916826_527936826_2133165_8282159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TDPxcaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dhQSv4WAPNQ/s320/5773_112283916826_527936826_2133165_8282159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014550114759074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3UCbOdEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YRgB2htQ9zM/s1600-h/5773_112283806826_527936826_2133150_2604281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3UCbOdEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YRgB2htQ9zM/s320/5773_112283806826_527936826_2133150_2604281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014567074231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kVaWfjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Kr0kZkcC0bQ/s1600-h/5773_112283756826_527936826_2133140_1350456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kVaWfjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Kr0kZkcC0bQ/s320/5773_112283756826_527936826_2133140_1350456_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012648025488946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TTX-YfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JKGZAuEeF8Y/s1600-h/5773_112283786826_527936826_2133146_7915237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt3TTX-YfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JKGZAuEeF8Y/s320/5773_112283786826_527936826_2133146_7915237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367014554444128754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i send sweetie back home, im suppose to meet my bike group for a gathering. Bike my bike chain snap along the way... It was so sudden. So i got to push the bike out of the expressway to avoid TP inform sweetie bout it. SHe call salleh for help. At first i was reluctant bcoz salleh have been driving the whole day and he might be tired. Aniwae salleh did came n pick me up and send me straight back home since it was oredi late 12+. I owe u ONE okay Salleh.... I was oredi tired back home. So i wash up, chat wif sweetie awhile and went to bed... Happy dat Sweetie is happy on her birthday all these years finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kykapjI/AAAAAAAAAek/Sdg5A6C9XZk/s1600-h/5773_112288041826_527936826_2133262_3409271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kykapjI/AAAAAAAAAek/Sdg5A6C9XZk/s320/5773_112288041826_527936826_2133262_3409271_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367012655852332594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3827317946170560245?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3827317946170560245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3827317946170560245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3827317946170560245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3827317946170560245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-sweetie.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweetie!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Snt1kofD4dI/AAAAAAAAAec/DujdkZavfT0/s72-c/5773_112287866826_527936826_2133231_6383512_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3313623049339815604</id><published>2009-07-24T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:23:59.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting my Sweetie</title><content type='html'>Have been busy lately due to finishing up reports. Especially the sick and dunt understand CLub &amp;amp; Resort report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And busy dating.........&lt;br /&gt;Yes my Sweetie finally landed safely in Singapore on Monday 20July 2009. Me, Aunt Yati, Hyder and Wani accompanied me to go n fetch her at the airport. I tell must say it have been the longest wait i have for life. I feel nervous at first but then was also bored so to let the boredom past, me hyder n wani joke at each other. Stupid jokes, crazy jokes, lame jokes sumer ada. N finally the flight landed and soon i saw dis gerl from far wif a black starry familiar hoodies and her 'SWEAT' pants walking alone to the luggage waiting area. I am very sure it was her. So i walk to aunt yati n b4 i could ask her, she oredi ask me if i saw her oredi. Okay so confirm. it took me quite sometime to get an opportunity to come close to her due to her having to talk to her worried mom back in Canada. And the ride back to Teck Whye was the longest ride to. We chat and soon we are comfortable wif each other. Reach the place, help her brings her luggage up and wave good bye to her and her long waited grandma.  I juz have to cut the story short as u guys noticed. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after dat day, we meet almost everyday until today... Happy to be wif her who makes me comfortable and feels like we cant leave each other even for a second.  And Sweetie, get used to it okay... Trust me. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3313623049339815604?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3313623049339815604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3313623049339815604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3313623049339815604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3313623049339815604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/07/meeting-my-sweetie.html' title='Meeting my Sweetie'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5093447066514469089</id><published>2009-07-10T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:26:41.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch Transformers 2 : Revenge of the Fallen wif some friends and the show was awesome. I give 5 out of 5 for the show. I neva remember watching such movies as good as it is. N a nice theme song to go along wif it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eKEWmoytUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eKEWmoytUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5093447066514469089?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5093447066514469089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5093447066514469089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5093447066514469089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5093447066514469089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-924229320090535529</id><published>2009-07-09T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:53:22.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forget bout my blog</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot i got a blog here. Collecting dust oredi. Yah.. Quick updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Project Presentation Done and presented. Even though not as we wish for but we did our best. The judges juz dunt understand wat we did. We are trying to reduce the light usage but they still think about the illuminance level. Ah nvm dat one down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah finally my sis solemnization and wedding day went smoothly and went according to plan. Been busy that period of time. Kinda sad for my fevret sis to leave the family but the time has got to come soon. Some relatives even got time jokingly ask when is my turn. Gosh! I havent even graduate from poly. I dowan talk much. Still got some reports to finish up. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end this post. Cant wait for My Far Faraway Darlz to come back here to meet me. 20th August is the day. Soon. Very Soon! 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I brought along 2 badminton rackets. Actually we both are oredi at the court when we then realise that wat use of having 2 rackets without a shuttlecock. Sten then approach a group of small kids playing badminton too at another court and 'threatened' them to give us a shuttlecock. Without saying much word they just gave us one. Sten turn back to me and we both laugh. Soon the badminton game became a game of tennis. Next we visited the Gym and do sum workout. I train most of my arm and chest muscle. I noe macam paham but who cares. We were exhausted at the end. I tink i should visit the gym regularly and build up sum muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS66hZYV5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3PFCAXx_dDw/s1600-h/SP_A0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS66hZYV5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3PFCAXx_dDw/s320/SP_A0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104172155623314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS66pqBpkI/AAAAAAAAAck/MTKhjawmJ-Q/s1600-h/SP_A0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS66pqBpkI/AAAAAAAAAck/MTKhjawmJ-Q/s320/SP_A0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104174372922946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been busy visiting Johor to do sum maintenance to my bike and prepare to go for inspection which is long due. After holding on for 2mths finally i pass the inspection even though i thought didnt manage to pass it as my pipe has been emitting a damn gosh lots of smoke huge enuf to do a pest fogging service. Next i have to give my bike a good wash and get my ferring paintworks done soon. Oh my Darling gets jeles soon coz i spend lots of time wif my bike den her... Heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday i went into JB too but this time wif my family except for my younger bro and dad. I drive in JB to go to my uncle house at Jalan Padi. We got lost at first but lucky i manage to ask people for direction and find my way back to our original destination. We are der to visit my nenek and for my sis to issue her wedding invitation card to our relatives der. At night our uncle and his family brought us to Jusco Mall. Since i didnt noe the road direction, i followed him from behind all the way. He weave in and out of traffic, changing lanes like typical Johorians and i have no choice but to do the same. Gosh JB version of fast and furious. Johor Drift!! Except dat ders no drift. I have my whole family in the car. And i finally finally got to eat A&amp;amp;W veri own waffles and Root Beer Float!! When was the last time u heard this restaurant name. Since kakak is paying, i get wat i wanted. Hehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS67MiiLpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rvV22S0CCIA/s1600-h/SP_A0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS67MiiLpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/rvV22S0CCIA/s320/SP_A0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104183736741522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS667V9WOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/G9CpayrtdM4/s1600-h/SP_A0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS667V9WOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/G9CpayrtdM4/s320/SP_A0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347104179120593122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darlz coming back S'Pore on 20th July 2009 in the morning. Will be waiting for ya at the airport where we will get to meet each other. And i hope ur decision is final. Neva let you down. Love you alwayz! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5883788879041764315?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5883788879041764315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5883788879041764315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5883788879041764315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5883788879041764315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/06/travel-to-meet.html' title='Travel to Meet'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SjS66hZYV5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3PFCAXx_dDw/s72-c/SP_A0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3778249242588728610</id><published>2009-06-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:09:10.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanda Tanda Kiamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Si9N947KxAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QWSXSNqjI_0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Si9N947KxAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QWSXSNqjI_0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345577008359982082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3778249242588728610?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3778249242588728610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3778249242588728610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3778249242588728610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3778249242588728610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/06/tanda-tanda-kiamat.html' title='Tanda Tanda Kiamat'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Si9N947KxAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/QWSXSNqjI_0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5852962079701717166</id><published>2009-06-03T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:30:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term Break</title><content type='html'>Reports done. Term Test over. Finally some peace of mind. Ders so many activities waiting for me within these short break. Firstly theres some reports to do. Ahhhh.... Put dat aside. Den spend some time wif Sten doing some healthy lifestyle and sports. Preparation for my sis wedding ceremony. Visit JB to service my bike which is long due. Visit Snips Avenue for my haircut. Oh it is located at Tampines St 41. Good and Cheap and professional. And i got a fren, Wahidah, back from the Kindergarden at Ubi Avenue who will be marrying soon dis Sunday. She invites me and im looking forward to meeting her. She was one of the best buddy eva during those childhood days der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently hooked wif Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the days, Nurfy! Are you? Time Flies Fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5852962079701717166?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5852962079701717166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5852962079701717166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5852962079701717166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5852962079701717166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/06/term-break.html' title='Term Break'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2527076269647147202</id><published>2009-05-29T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:18:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Some rest</title><content type='html'>Incase some of u might wonder, why i hadnt been updating blog more often now. I have been busy working hard on my Major Project Report and some other assignments due before the term test starts on dis coming Monday. The worst part is i got 2 papers on the same day. After all those sweat and rush finally i felt relief now dat i submitted my Major Project Report and assignment and i hope i got good grades for them to boost up my gpa back to where it is suppose to be. Not forgetting i got a B for my SIP experience. Kind off suprised me but im happy wif it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i took sum time off from my sch assignment coz of my cuzzin wedding. I was der the whole day since 12-almost 6pm. I helpout in the snapping of photos, clearing of plates, inviting and ushering of guests and also helping myself with the food. Yummy! =p&lt;br /&gt;My sis wedding is coming up dis June. Helping her out in sum preparations and gosh.. How i cope wif my sch stuff. I juz have to work harder den b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well. I also did took time off and put my books away to watch Champions League Final 2009. Between Barcelona and Manchester United. It is my dream clash. Both teams play good football but Barcelona plays beautiful football. Both are my fevrets. I supported Man U since 1992 and Barca 1998. And furthermore Ronaldinho, my idol, plays for Barca previously. So i brought Kalid along and went to China Square to meet up wif my facebook frenz which we call ourselves Always A Red Devil. It was damn pack. Mostly Man U fans. But der were sum neutrals like me. I wore a Man U shirt but i brought a Barca Shirt wif me to show dat im on both sides. Der are people jokingly warn me, we beat u up if Barca won. I jus SMILE!. Im a Man U fan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the better team won and Congratulations Barcelona for showing the world the beautiful team. It is a joy to watch. No wonder Real Madrid get whacked easily by the same Barca team. Barcelona is the only team on dis planet that can match Man U and i must say both are the best clubs in the world at the moment. Bowed down wif Salutation to The Treble Champions 2009, BARCELONA.&lt;br /&gt;As for Man U, come back stronger. We are still one of the best teams. Glory Man U. Glory Barca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS1Bc1AIv1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS1Bc1AIv1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2527076269647147202?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2527076269647147202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2527076269647147202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2527076269647147202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2527076269647147202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-some-rest.html' title='Finally Some rest'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8108788430324616692</id><published>2009-05-25T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:37:41.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path to Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Shq5fZHC5KI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-qSoUGepPSc/s1600-h/untitleduuuu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Im as her big brother are proud of her achievements, was there to see her graduate together wif my mum. There are also friends like Shalikin, Azie, Yati, Djas, Rafee, Khadijah whom i knew took the same course and graduate. I met some of them and congratulate them personally. I would like to Congratulate all of them and wish them all the best in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShRKQbbb6fI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YE3Kc8Ax7_c/s1600-h/g6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShRKQbbb6fI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YE3Kc8Ax7_c/s320/g6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337973104442075634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShRKQcz9lnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IS49SFkMUhs/s1600-h/4499_98718753637_720523637_2548153_7593335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShRKQcz9lnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IS49SFkMUhs/s320/4499_98718753637_720523637_2548153_7593335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337973104813381234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5167158825202455857?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5167158825202455857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5167158825202455857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5167158825202455857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5167158825202455857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sis-graduation.html' title='My Sis Graduation'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShRKQbbb6fI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YE3Kc8Ax7_c/s72-c/g6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6132677643521496332</id><published>2009-05-19T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:04:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekends!</title><content type='html'>I must say it was an awesome weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, i meet up wif T.K.O gangs bringing along Sya, Kyo and Kalid to go watch Redbull X Fighters Show held at Singapore Flyer. Basically the show was all about scrambler bikes speed up a ramp and do their stunt. We got there early so we visited some of the display booth to check out some display. Soon we became restless and pose sum pics among us, disturb2 each other and make a lot of noise thanks to the girls who are having a make believe catfight in the middle of nowhere. We juz stood der n laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBVS7M1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/NeeWJ9a2qyo/s1600-h/0048052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBVS7M1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/NeeWJ9a2qyo/s320/0048052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219679632700242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdA_ZRQdI/AAAAAAAAAac/8NJ8pAAZXkE/s1600-h/003M052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdA_ZRQdI/AAAAAAAAAac/8NJ8pAAZXkE/s320/003M052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219673753731538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdA076s0I/AAAAAAAAAak/pShbhqvX9Go/s1600-h/003Q052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdA076s0I/AAAAAAAAAak/pShbhqvX9Go/s320/003Q052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219670946263874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae There were 3 period of stunt act in total. THe stunt gets more challenging towards the end. N i got to see the most favourite of all stunt right infront of my eyes. "THE BACK FLIP". My heart nearly sank when i watch it but i will go like wowww or whoaaaa and once they landed it is enuf to bring my hands together to give them a round of applause. It is amazing and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I rush to the soccer side where there is a mass crowd watching soccer together. It is my beloved Man U vs Arsenal game and Man U juz need a draw to clinch the EPL title for the 3rd consecutive year. A minit before the game ended, we sang happily as the score stood 0-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGeD3iZg6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5IdPONR96Sc/s1600-h/s1196690812_496556_157707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGeD3iZg6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5IdPONR96Sc/s320/s1196690812_496556_157707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337220822695773090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGeEFFvhrI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HOpE2zEx3KY/s1600-h/mufcchamps_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGeEFFvhrI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HOpE2zEx3KY/s320/mufcchamps_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337220826333677234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAMPIONS! CHAMPIONS! OLE! OLE! OLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right infront of those Arsenal fans who juz stood and watch Man U lift the cup right infront of them. Well to those Liverpool fans out der. You might have beaten us the battle 2-1 and 4-1 respectively but we won the whole WAR. Try harder next season. We equal ur record of 18th league title. NExt is the Champions League GLory. If we won dis we will be 1 Cup away to equal ur proud record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLORY! GLORY! MAN UNITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kovbde2XZ-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kovbde2XZ-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet the boys back at Simpang Bedok for our late dinner after the game and when to chill at Yishun Dam thru the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBAUaaII/AAAAAAAAAa0/QNnfJUY-mSM/s1600-h/0040052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBAUaaII/AAAAAAAAAa0/QNnfJUY-mSM/s320/0040052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219674001795202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBA3LfhI/AAAAAAAAAas/Bm9RLzVafxE/s1600-h/0046052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBA3LfhI/AAAAAAAAAas/Bm9RLzVafxE/s320/0046052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337219674147618322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one of those happy ending to the weekends that i had.&lt;br /&gt;Im attached as of 17th May 2009 to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Nurfy' a.k.a Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who she is and how she came into my life?&lt;br /&gt;All i can say at the moment is i truly Love Her and always do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for u 11th July 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6132677643521496332?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6132677643521496332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6132677643521496332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6132677643521496332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6132677643521496332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-weekends.html' title='Happy Weekends!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/ShGdBVS7M1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/NeeWJ9a2qyo/s72-c/0048052gTS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5581785642678781954</id><published>2009-05-14T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:04:11.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Parts of Life</title><content type='html'>Life have been going great for me except dat i started to feel left out at school. I no longer eat lunch wif my friends or even hang out wif dem. This is due to the different in time table and i dunno why i feel awkward facing dem nowadays. Sumthings not right. I felt it again dis morning. THe whole class distribute their ISO book which dey bought it as a class and im yet to get mine myself. My other class sux. Hafiz have been sharing that his life sux now but i hope now he noes how i feel mine sux to partly. Aniwae Itz is myself to blame coz i did not manage to pass dat BCM last year n now suffer it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas another part of my life is doing good. Im yet to meet dat faraway gerl which she will be back here in Spore on 11 July. Looking forward to it. Didnt realise dat a lot of plans have oredi been made. It shows how eager we are to meet each other. I didnt expect much from u but u did really show me how serious u r in dis relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other den that. I have been spending time with Sten lately. Been visiting him n his daughter Iqah at his home during my free time on every Wednesday. The two of us minus Iqah went for bowling session at Downtown. Have sum fun though keeping each other company and more importantly destressing each other. It helps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to meet 2 of my secondary schoolmates back in Springfield Sec. It is a gathering where any member of the Always A Red Devil can turn up juz to watch Manchester United game together. My two friends are Syahir and Ikram. ANd met some new friends der too people like Amba, Syafiq, Shailla, Didi, etc. Nice knowing u guys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3-LRwwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PZh4F2thr7s/s1600-h/n1059415673_446078_6322829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3-LRwwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PZh4F2thr7s/s320/n1059415673_446078_6322829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335602137203327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3u5wEsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/grRdeMZ5Jns/s1600-h/n752673763_2574883_8326832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3u5wEsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/grRdeMZ5Jns/s320/n752673763_2574883_8326832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335602133103284930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgveYLNWIWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zTCb8UZwmGY/s1600-h/n1059415673_446068_2309082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgveYLNWIWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zTCb8UZwmGY/s320/n1059415673_446068_2309082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335602690457477474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally i got to say dat im hooked on the StreetRacing Game in Facebook thanks to u Nurfy! Hahaha.... Im gonna chase u.... Wonder who is she? You get to know soon..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3_rRusI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EdiS9Wm5LB8/s1600-h/streetracing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3_rRusI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EdiS9Wm5LB8/s320/streetracing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335602137605978818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5581785642678781954?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5581785642678781954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5581785642678781954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5581785642678781954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5581785642678781954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-parts-of-life.html' title='Two Parts of Life'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Sgvd3-LRwwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PZh4F2thr7s/s72-c/n1059415673_446078_6322829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8010723045584362420</id><published>2009-05-08T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:35:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pizza Hut Tampines Mart&lt;/span&gt; held a chalet for ourselves last Monday til Wednesday. Among those who turns up are the Managers old and new, crews and of course the most important &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE RIDERS&lt;/span&gt;. Chey... It was held at Aloha Chalet in a bungalow type which is big enuf to play hide and seek. Our restaurant back at tampines mart was run by the crews from Tampines New Town outlet which people call it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Pasar Bulat'&lt;/span&gt;. The objectives was a get together session away from work and njoy ourselves with each other company and have fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRJko60I/AAAAAAAAAZU/oDyEnFYiaZE/s1600-h/Picture+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRJko60I/AAAAAAAAAZU/oDyEnFYiaZE/s320/Picture+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333144061759515458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiR8YjF-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/cGkTjr8wMc4/s1600-h/Picture+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiR8YjF-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/cGkTjr8wMc4/s320/Picture+265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333144075399010274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiSMMIvJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9sQUDV3tuMk/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiSMMIvJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9sQUDV3tuMk/s320/Picture+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333144079641918610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRZppabI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tRYjstqWiBo/s1600-h/Picture+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRZppabI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tRYjstqWiBo/s320/Picture+247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333144066075486642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRoSs_wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1w7WsoAHgEU/s1600-h/Picture+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRoSs_wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1w7WsoAHgEU/s320/Picture+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333144070005784322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;2009 CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINALIST have been decided on 27 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;Itz a showdown between 2 GREAT Team&lt;br /&gt;Champions of England - Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;Champions of Spain - Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;It will be a dream exciting final. Promise to give us The Beautiful Game from one end to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happen during the 2 semi final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/szOU3RgTWWNN0FNdpFMP/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xwblu1fFIVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xwblu1fFIVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8010723045584362420?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8010723045584362420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8010723045584362420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8010723045584362420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8010723045584362420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/moments.html' title='The Moments'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SgMiRJko60I/AAAAAAAAAZU/oDyEnFYiaZE/s72-c/Picture+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3687056672312594254</id><published>2009-05-04T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:28:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>El CLASSICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EL CLASSICO - Real Madrid vs Barcelona (2-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Madrid vs Barcelona is like Liverpool vs Manchester United Spanish La liga version of English Premier League. Fierce rivalry between them and neither wants to lose in such matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Ronaldinho tore apart Real Madrid during his time in Barcelona jersey wif a superb performance. Now it is the Messi's SHow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r4_2uMpzKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r4_2uMpzKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3687056672312594254?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3687056672312594254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3687056672312594254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3687056672312594254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3687056672312594254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-classico.html' title='El CLASSICO'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8429104542825729698</id><published>2009-05-04T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:36:52.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty and Cruelty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's 2 incident dat i would wanna share wif all my readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working last Sunday and was sending my first few order. As usual i would pack the order carry the puch to my bike and rode off to the customer house. It was on the 3rd floor and so being lazy i took the lift turn to the right and the very first unit. It was a malay house and i was greeted by a young girl bout my age i guess. Sweet and friendly. Gave her their order, return the change, Smile and left. Little did i knew dat i gave xtra 10bucks to her. So i went down to my bike and was about to start wen i heard a gerl voice calling me from the top. She ask me to go up back to the same unit. I was puzzled and sense sumthing is wrong. Mayb the order. So i went up and she greeted wif a smile again saying that i have given her xtra 10bucks. I look at the receipt and began doing mental calculation again which i been doing for quite a long time. Den i realise it is my mistake. I thank her, smile and left. It was juz my day for my customer to be honest wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9.30pm close to 10pm. It was the time wen most young children would oredi go to sleep or relax time. But i was wrong and shockingly wrong. I was on my way to a unit on the 12th storey and from a distance i saw a small boy bout 11-12 yrs old standing alone outside his unit door. I had to pass him in order to go to my customer's unit. Thankfully he is a real human. So as i was passing him, i realise dat he was doing his school stuff while standing der and i think it was his dad or elder brother watching him from inside. I was thinking wat de hell r they thinking. Torture, bully or juz discipline. Making a small boy doing his sch stuff at the corridor standing alone at 10pm. If he were to be stubborn or sumthing else der muz surely be another ways of doing it. Well i cant help much but juz walk pass the kid and make him embarrassed from the public. That poor boy muz have cried during his sleep all night long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8429104542825729698?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8429104542825729698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8429104542825729698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8429104542825729698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8429104542825729698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/05/honesty-and-cruelty.html' title='Honesty and Cruelty'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3340683479329170250</id><published>2009-04-28T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:29:39.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escort 25/04/2009</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday i actually plan to go Hong Lim Park and chill wif some friends while watching Saufi perform live der. But something came up dat i have to abandoned dat plan of mine. One of Team Keris member is having a wedding reception and so we have to gather to escort the Bride and Groom to the respective location to and fro. There were a total of 5 cuttings including mine. And i muz say the escort was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We escort the Groom from Potong Pasir to Bedok Reservoir to meet his bride and escort both of them back to Potong Pasir. The motive of these escort is to smoothen the newly-wed's journey along the nowadays busy road of S'Pore. And so it does work. Everything was on time according to schedule. We njoy ourselves by helping ourselves to the foods and of course desserts. Yummy!! When we sit down together we would sing together to every songs dat is played and even manage to play soccer while waiting for the Groom to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah some of us display our biking skills upon reaching the destination display like Endough, Mass Burnout, Wheelie (PoP). I didnt do any of those. I treasure my tyres as it is still new. Hehe... It was not a show off kinda thing. It juz some entertainment for any viewers to watch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And Here Are THose Involve In The Escort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SfbZ9o1CgeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l07O-T9McQk/s1600-h/000l052Q7P8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SfbZ9o1CgeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l07O-T9McQk/s320/000l052Q7P8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329686861994688994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SfbZ90Ur6_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/tvuDVvTN8qs/s1600-h/000k052Q7P8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SfbZ90Ur6_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/tvuDVvTN8qs/s320/000k052Q7P8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329686865080216562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3340683479329170250?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3340683479329170250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3340683479329170250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3340683479329170250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3340683479329170250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/escort-25042009.html' title='Escort 25/04/2009'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SfbZ9o1CgeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l07O-T9McQk/s72-c/000l052Q7P8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6676708004518045289</id><published>2009-04-23T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:00:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Us If You Can Liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsBejVRNDHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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title="Shisha...same as smoking?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.catalog.video.msn.com/Image.aspx?uuid=58f88ed6-1815-489e-a006-c925e44ca59a&amp;w=112&amp;h=84" border=0 alt="Shisha...same as smoking?" width=112 height=84&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shisha...same as smoking?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7205986554491766103?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7205986554491766103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7205986554491766103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7205986554491766103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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do visit dis website and see test ur colour blindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.funstufftosee.com/colorblind.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1912467590280014999?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1912467590280014999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1912467590280014999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1912467590280014999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1912467590280014999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/colour-blind.html' title='Colour Blind'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6229058675899388937</id><published>2009-04-19T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:32:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That gerl from Canada</title><content type='html'>I realised that after going out wif a few girls, the one i badly most wanted was the one i neva met before. This gerl is a distant away from me yet we r close. We contact almost everyday thru sms or even msn. Juz to keep in touch and keep each other updated on our respective daily life.&lt;br /&gt;This gerl im talking about is in Canada. She been der for 2years migrates wif her mum n dad and at the same time she continue her nursing studies der. She completed the whole course though. And i cant wait forr her to return back to SG dis coming July and she will keep me inform as the day comes nearer. What i like bout her is dat she really cares for my health. THe way she shows it I admit it neva happen to me b4. I mean no one cares bout me dat much. Mayb it is juz becoz she is a Nurse n she is juz doing her job. But still I felt the quality in her. We even share our past stories and advise each other in life and love experiences. Sometimes it is difficult for us to meet each other online due to the Time difference in Sg and Canada but we took turns to sacrifice our sleeping time and chat thru the night. During the day we are usually busy wif our daily stuff. So the night was our only option meeting time. When we cant meet, we would xchange sms or msgs thru Tagged or Facebook. SOme fanciful words to brightened up each others day which make me smile really.&lt;br /&gt;And oh.. she giving me some hints dat she gonna buy me a skimboard from Canada which i tink was expensive but she insist. Den she agree not to buy for me after much persuasion from me but still i feel she is gonna get one for me the way she ask me some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae im looking forward in meeting u when u step into SG and i promise her 31st July would be a wonderful day for her dat she will neva forgets. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I Love You Before I Met You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6229058675899388937?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6229058675899388937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6229058675899388937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6229058675899388937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6229058675899388937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-gerl-from-canada.html' title='That gerl from Canada'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2114292042247865331</id><published>2009-04-17T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:18:37.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Got a msg on my blog's tagboard from Saufi and he mentioned time table out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i quickly log on to my account and view my time table. As expected, mine will be different from the rest. Juz coz of dat freaking BCM. Waste my time memorizing those shits and i cant even get anything into my head. Another bad news is Rafiq is my teacher for CCOM... dat freak irritating teacher AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 20th April the date we all go back to school and itz our final hurdle before we grad. Finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2114292042247865331?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2114292042247865331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2114292042247865331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2114292042247865331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2114292042247865331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8735891237898704061</id><published>2009-04-15T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:39:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive in Johor</title><content type='html'>I noe it was kinda late to post dis. Been busy lately and couldnt find my words to describe dis event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last Saturday, my family and i which include, Abg Saddiq (kakak hubby to be) enter Johor by car to go to the wedding invitation of my mum's side relative. It was at Jalan Padi 7. As i was driving for the first time into Johor, i went to survey the map in advance on the net before i left home. I got lost anyway but manage to find back my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-X63PTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iw-ujp-5FmQ/s1600-h/2822_86488571552_710426552_1852625_7256276_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-X63PTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iw-ujp-5FmQ/s320/2822_86488571552_710426552_1852625_7256276_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587339705957682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-qp3I6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/cLK8chB5WkI/s1600-h/2822_86488536552_710426552_1852618_2361404_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-qp3I6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/cLK8chB5WkI/s320/2822_86488536552_710426552_1852618_2361404_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587344734921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we were greeted by the groom who is oredi clearing the area and a sweet girl in her early 20s. She was sweeping the floor and i notice she took a quick glance n me n back down on the floor. Lol.. Itu pun jadi.. As usual my mum would go find someone to talk to after eating and left my dad fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the place bout after magrib and dropby Danga Bay to walk around the fair there. It was like a Carnival. We get some tix for a train ride and went back home after dat wen found out it was very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-Gr4zFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FpIopDfFZjE/s1600-h/2822_86488611552_710426552_1852632_8109547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-Gr4zFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FpIopDfFZjE/s320/2822_86488611552_710426552_1852632_8109547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587335079742546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-ULOK4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/fPeOzyHwu5Y/s1600-h/2822_86488601552_710426552_1852630_1728796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-ULOK4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/fPeOzyHwu5Y/s320/2822_86488601552_710426552_1852630_1728796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587338700827522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8735891237898704061?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8735891237898704061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8735891237898704061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8735891237898704061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8735891237898704061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/drive-in-johor.html' title='Drive in Johor'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SeS7-X63PTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iw-ujp-5FmQ/s72-c/2822_86488571552_710426552_1852625_7256276_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1413319201899839254</id><published>2009-04-14T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:43:18.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You if you........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Hate that SomeOne who :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tells untrue stories or remarks bout others but didn't dare to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Likes to live on others hard earn savings rather den earning it urself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretends to be nice and good to you for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lies behind ur back&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesnt have their own dignity and pride&lt;br /&gt;6. Brings shame among their own friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Gives unnecessary comments to people when not needed.&lt;br /&gt;8. Disrecpect and rude to the elder&lt;br /&gt;9. is a Rebellious most of the time when confronted&lt;br /&gt;10. Points finger at everyone else except for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1413319201899839254?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1413319201899839254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1413319201899839254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1413319201899839254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1413319201899839254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-you-if-you.html' title='I Hate You if you........'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2409091044303980513</id><published>2009-04-07T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:50:04.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hero At Old Trafford</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REMEMBER THE NAME "KIKO" FEDERICO MACHEDA #41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeOZiFYiLjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeOZiFYiLjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2409091044303980513?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2409091044303980513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2409091044303980513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2409091044303980513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2409091044303980513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hero-at-old-trafford.html' title='A New Hero At Old Trafford'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4993644812946821624</id><published>2009-03-30T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:51:38.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Peeps Met</title><content type='html'>Been quite close to some Team Keris Organization members people like Aslam, Syam, Addy. And my normal gang and i together wif T.K.O went out riding, Wedding Escorts and explore together. And we met people some peeps along the way like Emma, Kyo, Areya, Aida, Abby, Lenny, Hyder, Lemme name those places. Fort Canning, Henderson Waves, Alexandria Arch, St James Power House, Johor, Al-Majlis, Yishun Dam, Seletar Dam, Mt Faber, Kent Ridge, Labrador, Alkaff Mansion, Keppel Bay.. Ahh stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkL8c0lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wkNNRe5Cqao/s1600-h/FILE0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkL8c0lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wkNNRe5Cqao/s320/FILE0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898016652677714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkcISBdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/E-QAesxh4tY/s1600-h/FILE0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkcISBdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/E-QAesxh4tY/s320/FILE0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898020997268946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGwSIAmYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/A7L2pRWYDSU/s1600-h/FILE0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGwSIAmYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/A7L2pRWYDSU/s320/FILE0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318899323981830530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGw675zMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DJpEo5PSwQA/s1600-h/FILE0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGw675zMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DJpEo5PSwQA/s320/FILE0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318899334936906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGwpeItUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zzMcFfF1IN0/s1600-h/FILE0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGwpeItUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zzMcFfF1IN0/s320/FILE0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318899330248652098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCF30B8LEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bpOzY6D-tYk/s1600-h/FILE0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCF30B8LEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bpOzY6D-tYk/s320/FILE0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898353830636610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkinJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/VhWLyutlUNw/s1600-h/FILE0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkinJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/VhWLyutlUNw/s320/FILE0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898022737370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFk_cErcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8YdMkAkYMqY/s1600-h/FILE0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFk_cErcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8YdMkAkYMqY/s320/FILE0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318898030475521474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And juz a few updates. I met a girl name Aida and she look like Anzkecique not exactly but personality and outlook and character almost similar. And we keep a close contact wif each other. We are almost like having an affair as said by others but we kept it clean within ourselves. I shall not mention in details here. It is too early mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGvuSACrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3nUibMXEtu4/s1600-h/FILE0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCGvuSACrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3nUibMXEtu4/s320/FILE0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318899314360060594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Passport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Cap (given by Aida)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johor wif Family dis Saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sch Start 20 April (according to Julie, Nazmi, Irah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make New Friends :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;p/s from recent post p/s. Hafiz license revoke. Dunt mention dis to him. But do feel for him and support him. Yes, im referring to our used to be close Je M'apelle peeps. Lift him up whicheva way u can but juz dunt mention it to him unless he do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4993644812946821624?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4993644812946821624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4993644812946821624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4993644812946821624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4993644812946821624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-peeps-met.html' title='New Peeps Met'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SdCFkL8c0lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wkNNRe5Cqao/s72-c/FILE0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3784441699626154758</id><published>2009-03-24T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:39:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date and Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Been buzy lately.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out wif a number of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mates&lt;/span&gt;. Two days straight of Sheesha-ing and karaoke-ing. Chill at Mt Faber. A date wif aLitebyte. And finally got myself &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. Im down wif a flu, headache and cough. COuldnt get some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; so i got up and post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i discover a new nice &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flavour&lt;/span&gt; for sheesha wich is Honey Orange. U guys who actually went for sheesha muz try dis. It is betta den Apple Grape wich i usually ordered. So dis is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muz&lt;/span&gt; try k peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the date wif a gal who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of sum1 at first glance. We went downtown east to pick up some goodie bags for a family event of her company. And we go der not on two &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wheels&lt;/span&gt;. YES on four wheels. She even trust me to drive her Suzuki Swift at our first meeting which i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;. And guess wat. We had our lunch at Pastamania which she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insist&lt;/span&gt; on paying for the meals for me. I was like dunno wat to say. I promise her dat i will pay our meals at our next date and she dutifully &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;agreed&lt;/span&gt;. Sucha nice girl by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s Hafiz, we are sorry for wat happen. we will support u in everything u nid aite. Brothers for life&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3784441699626154758?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3784441699626154758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3784441699626154758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3784441699626154758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3784441699626154758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/date-and-mate.html' title='Date and Mate'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1961374547977052648</id><published>2009-03-16T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:00:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEctic Weekends</title><content type='html'>My weekends was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; one. It was so packed dat i hardly have time to sit down &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; and update dis blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Friday night. Meet up Fendi at Far East for a quick dinner before meeting Sya and the Team Keris Gang outside FarEast. After we gather everyone, 1st we off to yishun to pick up Emma. Den we go Mustafa Centre of all place. Emma was looking for a set of toiletries. Aniwae Emma is Aslam's new girlfriend. Den i spotted a couple of soccer boots. Since der was no assistance around, i have a hard time getting myself the right boot for my type of play and the right size. So wif Fendi's assistance, we juz ransack the nearby cupboard to look for my size. The whole place look like a self service store where we can juz do anything on our own. So i honestly grab a pair of boot dat i want n put inside a random box. Little did i noe dat the boot actually cost $55 but the box belongs to boot dat is price at $49. All the box are the same. So when reach counter the lady juz scan the barcode on the box and der u got. I save $6. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dat we meet Addy's friend from cutting group Team 13. Outside Mustafa before heading to chill at Marina Barrage. Kalid join us der. After dat we do some riding and exploring at places like Rifle Range, Mount PLeasant and Bt Panjang before we call it off n me reaching home at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den early morning got msg from one of my tagged fren, Yani dat she can make it to meet me at lunchtime. I was a bit late though but lucky shes not angry at all. We went for a karaoke session and oh my wat a great time we had. Singing our lungs out. Juz the 2 of us. Had late lunch at Pastamania before we parted ways coz i have other plans at night since Yani not able to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i go home online msn awhile and change to my Man U jersey.  All of a sudden a gerl name Syahidah ask me out. So i ask her if she wants to join watching soccer game and sheesha at the same time. She agreed.. So i pick her up at Tampines before heading to Arab St juz the same time as my fren reach der. I dowan to describe the details of the match. It was sucha pain in the arse. Hahaha... Anyway i met Irah and her sis and fren like sasha n also kalid join us a bit late der. We den went for dinner at Spize which is at River Valley. We had a hard time looking for seats as it is raining drizzling. Sya n gf also join us der. Next we chill at Labrador Park chatting anything dat we can tink of. Play stupid games, giving jokes and crack some riddles and Laugh our hearts out. Send Syahidah home and i reach home at 4am. Den i realise dat i got a soccer game the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was at Springfield Sec my secondary sch of course. It was a game Team Pizza Hut Tampines vs Canadian Pizza Hut Tampines. Team Canadian was known to be good though. The match ended 6-3 to Canadian. And i suffer a knee problem injury dat force me out of the game at juz 55min. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight home after dat and sleep till bout 8pm. I receive a call from Nana dat she wants to meet me. Nana was also one of my tagged fren who stays very close to my house. I pick her up from work at 1030 somewhere at Lavender chill awhile and send her back home. It was the 2nd time we meet by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time in days dat i sleep veri well and i woke up only wen Nana msg me wishing me Good Morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1961374547977052648?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1961374547977052648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1961374547977052648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1961374547977052648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1961374547977052648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-weekends.html' title='HEctic Weekends'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1352031641487782858</id><published>2009-03-12T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:20:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Concert In S'pore</title><content type='html'>10 March 2009, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus was in town and i regret not going for the live concert. Youtube videos of the footage is all i got to see. These is wat i miss......&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/229SRyWTcHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/229SRyWTcHk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkUTCuZ4_0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkUTCuZ4_0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1352031641487782858?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1352031641487782858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1352031641487782858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1352031641487782858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1352031641487782858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-jumpsuit-apparatus-concert-in-spore.html' title='Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Concert In S&apos;pore'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-8293691766955368567</id><published>2009-03-11T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:54:03.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Swollen Lips</title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; with my younger brother. For your info we have not been in good &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terms&lt;/span&gt; for years. I was playing his psp and he was asleep. So wen he woke up and saw i was playing his PSP, he juz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snatch&lt;/span&gt; it away from me. I was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;piss &lt;/span&gt;off dat i ask him wats the problem wif him. He can juz ask me politely and i can juz put it away if he dislike me using his stuff. So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sparks&lt;/span&gt; started. We swore at each other and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cursing&lt;/span&gt; and brings up past issues. I find it him as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disrespectfu&lt;/span&gt;l as eva and he was too much so i gave him a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; slap on the face. A slap as light as if i were to gave it to my smaller sis, she wont cry for dat. And he keeps sworing at me... I dunno wat he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;swore&lt;/span&gt; about also cos i also swore back at him and i dunno wat i swore at him either. He began to attack me and i manage to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;outmuscle&lt;/span&gt; him to the nearby chair. I went into my room to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; things to gets heated up. He threw sumting dat belongs to me in my room. I was sooo piss off i threw his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bundle&lt;/span&gt; of clothes and stuff and threw out of the room. So little did i knew wat happen next. I was oredi getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; to go to work and was wearing my shirt when he came in and gave me a punch on my lips area. I manage to retaliate and corner him trap at a corner of my room. I managed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; my anger. So i did not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt; him till he drop. I would have bang his head to the wall and dats it. Game over. But i learn from my past mistakes and im wise enuf to think. SO i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drag&lt;/span&gt; him outside and pinned him down right at the door entrance of my sis room which is beside my room. He try to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; but he fail to free himself. I could have whack him on his stomach and elbow his head which will give him a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;knockout&lt;/span&gt; blow for quite sometime. But my mum who tries to cool things down but fail from the start oredi start to call the Police. Good finally some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz to make thing clear. U can be as bad as u r but being so fcuking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;egoistic and arrogant&lt;/span&gt; u gotta look urself in the mirror b4 u point at others. Wat i cant accept is dat he even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beats&lt;/span&gt; my elder sis and was rude to her and my mum all this while. But wen my dad was around he was totally a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; face. And i am the one who alwayz protect my sis n my mum from him. I have to do it. who else.... And now wanna beats me up.. You got the wrong fella... U try to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;climb&lt;/span&gt; over my head u betta tink twice. U wouldnt have opened ur eyes now. Dunt judge me dat im small im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;helpless&lt;/span&gt;. u r taller den me u r juz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartless&lt;/span&gt; freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now i went to see doctor and get 2 days MC for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; under Pizza Hut name.. Wif dis swollen lips i bet no girls would want to come near and look at me... Lol.. As if der is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8293691766955368567?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8293691766955368567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8293691766955368567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8293691766955368567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8293691766955368567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-swollen-lips.html' title='My Swollen Lips'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7957009142659494630</id><published>2009-03-09T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:29:33.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dream Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, Sweet, Small, Petite, Fun, Talk-A-Lot, Sense of Humour, Hardworking, Honest, Sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a girl...........&lt;br /&gt;who appreciates what i did for her.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for my life more than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me even when we are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Who are happy for what i am.&lt;br /&gt;Who add fun n joy to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Who are willing to share tears and joy wif me.&lt;br /&gt;Who will stand up and proudly say I am hers.&lt;br /&gt;Who works independently at times.&lt;br /&gt;Who respect both me and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7957009142659494630?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7957009142659494630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7957009142659494630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7957009142659494630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7957009142659494630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dream-girl.html' title='My Dream Girl'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1879396269497994780</id><published>2009-03-08T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:25:24.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number '4'</title><content type='html'>Holidays have been not that great so far. Have been&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; chilling&lt;/span&gt; at home most of my time due to the wet season. And occasionally goes to work in the afternoon. Okay i wanna share u guys a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; incident i encounter recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working from 6-11 and was sending my last few orders around 10+ somewhere at Tampines St 22. Flat nowadays have lift at every staircase &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to previously where the lift was in the center. So i took one of the side lift, enter and press level 10. It is good to have lift at every floor now. But as i goes up the lift stop at level 4 and there was no one der. I remember dat i check no other button is press and i was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; in the lift. So i thought mayb someone might &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; press the call button by mistake at level four going up instead of down. So i juz close the door and go level 10 safely. THe lift stop der and it did not return to level 1. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;send&lt;/span&gt; my orders and return back to the same lift. I check no other buttons are press and i juz press level 1. To my surprise, the lift again stop at level 4 and open the door juz like previously. I went out and see if anyone was playing a fool. But it was very quiet and not a single &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; heard. I went in back the lift and close the door. Believe me wat i see wen the door was oredi fully close. I dark figure juz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt; pass the lift i was in juz as the lift was about to move downwards. I couldnt figure out wat izzit but it was damn fast. I stoned awhile but i managed to composed myself and utter some prayers all the way down to my bike and went back to outlet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt;. The number 4 to some chinese believe is 'die or dead'. But im not into those belief. I have my own way to handle such stuff. Thankfully it didnt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1879396269497994780?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1879396269497994780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1879396269497994780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1879396269497994780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1879396269497994780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/number-4.html' title='Number &apos;4&apos;'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-247528474381680996</id><published>2009-03-04T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:41:23.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical AH Beng</title><content type='html'>I juz dunt understand these kind off people... Those typical ah beng.  Bully small kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sending my order at one of those normal flats wen i return to my bike to find dat R1 was park juz behind my bike wif a small built chinese guy standing infront of it facing at a direction and his fren on the bike. So i tot it was normal. So i juz normally go to my bike n start n move off. But wen i was almost reaching my bike, the small guy who is bout my size called a lower secondary school boy and confront the innocent boy. by looking at the way he fuck the small boy, i tink he referring to the small boy was staring at him when he passses by. Den the ahbeng start kicking at him. C'mon la, pick ur own type of people. Such a coward. The small boy also was about his size. So dats why he dare to bully sucha kid. And his fren also was juz looking at them doing nuthing. I was so piss off i put down my bag pouch and stop the ahbeng. Actualy scare also dey 2 person and im alone. but if i didnt stop then who will. the small boy by this time ran away oredi.. Had a small talk to the ahbeng and i left immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-247528474381680996?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/247528474381680996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=247528474381680996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/247528474381680996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/247528474381680996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/typical-ah-beng.html' title='Typical AH Beng'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5031696979366062947</id><published>2009-03-03T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:27:53.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dugaan Dari ILLahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terdiam mengampun termampu&lt;br /&gt;Pada kehidupan yang harus ditempuh&lt;br /&gt;Kesebuatan yg telah ku terlalu&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi belum ada yang kutemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang dan Malam aku Bertanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pada diriku yang tidak Bermaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Siapakah yang sudi untuk Bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Menjalankan kehidupan yang Merana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mengapakah&lt;br /&gt;Derita harus melanda&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sesalah harusku Alami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah Aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tempuhinya dengan rela hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dengan Sabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dan kehidupan yang Hitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tak akan ku Kejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Walaupun ini semua cabaran&lt;br /&gt;Dengan dugaan dari illahi&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan ku putus asa ku&lt;br /&gt;Dan tetap ku berdiri Selama Ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5031696979366062947?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5031696979366062947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5031696979366062947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5031696979366062947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5031696979366062947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/03/dugaan-dari-illahi.html' title='Dugaan Dari ILLahi'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7449629150938181695</id><published>2009-02-28T15:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:42:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye A*Star, Bye ICES, Bye Jurong Island</title><content type='html'>Yesterday 27 Feb 2009, marked the end of our attachment. Some are free to rest others need to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extend&lt;/span&gt; their stay. After 19weeks going thru this, finally it is over. Im not sure.. To be happy or sad. Itz juz the mix &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt; depending on how u look at. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; bcoz we did quite well for our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; and now get to rest n chill at home or go on holiday. Sad bcoz we will miss our time der and all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; we been thru. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; was wonderful i muz say.... But life move on aite.... Who knows one day we might return back and work der. That would be awesome....&lt;br /&gt;Bye A*Star, Bye ICES, Bye AFM, Bye &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JURONG ISLAND&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Saj3232GRmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s-kWBlGOFI0/s1600-h/IMG-5736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Saj3232GRmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s-kWBlGOFI0/s320/IMG-5736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307764682931979874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SajvFUAD2mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oL_wv0yehjk/s1600-h/IMG-5706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SajvFUAD2mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oL_wv0yehjk/s320/IMG-5706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307755035403475554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Saj33AqTvVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4ySyFYbBPzo/s1600-h/Top2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Been busy wif tagged lately dat i almost forgot bout blogging.. Aniwae im counting down the days.. 2 more days.. Yes.. And our SIP is over.. Finally.. Dis Friday will be our last day attached to ICES and goodbye Jurong Island. I feel both happy n sad. I will miss my fellow colleagues, those wonderful event they put up wif, my cubicle wich i decorate dunno like "what can i say", my pc wif Jessica Alba pic on my desktop, those camera whoring moments, foosball session, Xmas Party, gerls, damn i can go on and on.... Happy becoz i've learn more den juz working skills der, itz HOLIDAYS and meet great bunch of people over der. This morning during lunch, our supervisor threw a surprise farewell "party" specially for us. We order Pizza Hut, KFC, MCdonald's and almost getting those Sakae Sushi... lol. It was a memorable experience der which i tink no other company would treat us dis way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae i juz reach home from Johor wen i was posting dis. Accompany kalid and sya and have our usual sheesha session der. Ohyah... Around 21st March some of my friends planned to go Batam... Neva been der b4.. I would love to join. See how okay.. COz my budget a bit off track.. I also planning to go for the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Live COncert @ D'Marquee.. I nid at least 3 people to join me sey... Im not goin der alone for goodness sake. Itz on the 10March. tiket 50bucks. Anyone wanna join text me aite.. Im dying to go man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae Happy Birthday Ilah.. May ur dreamz come true.. Looking forward to meet u tomoro aite.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. i betta go n get some sleep now before i doze off again at work tomoro.. Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-8319412947329766783?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/8319412947329766783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=8319412947329766783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8319412947329766783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/8319412947329766783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/counting-it-down-to-days.html' title='Counting it Down to the days'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4831546936856248750</id><published>2009-02-18T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:31:19.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE's BACK!!</title><content type='html'>I was on the way home in the MRT eh for goodness sake, that i made a call to the bike shop dat i send my beloved bike for repair. Here is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Cik nie Hisham la motor kR kuning tuh yg anta repair hari Isnin.&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Oh yah chocolate m&amp;amp;m tuh eh&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Ah betol.. Cik da bukak kan motort tuh.. apa problem dia eh..&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Da bukak da pasang da siap pun.. Bila nak ambik?&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Huh cepat nye.. nari nak ambik leh eh? brape eh sume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was oredi prepared to hear at least $200++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Jap eh cik kira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me even more restless coz i afraid it cost more den expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: K cik da kira sume.. $60&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: $60.. cik repair apa? murah nye? kata piston rosak&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: At first cik ingat piston rosak. beh da bukak check2 cuma head gasket dgn coolant je rosak. Coolant cik da service kan. Spark plug cik bagi baru nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still in kinda shock state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Okay2 cik tutup kul brape. Saya nak ambik nari jgk. (itz oredi 7.15pm and the shop suppose to close 6.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik: Dtg skrg cepat. cik tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was oredi out of train when the conversation end. So apa lagik.. Lincah2 gi kedai motor tu.. dari eunos it took 10mins to reach de place.&lt;br /&gt;Bual dgn pakcik kejap n he advise me on some maintenance stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Im so kinda happy to meet this monster again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. One of my fren ask me to juz sell the bike off. I dunt tink i will do dat. Syg sey motor nie.. Wateva it is eh.. I will not sell dis bike off. To a close fren mayb but not back to the shop. A lot of memories in dis bike. And it serve me more than any gals do. I will not even xchange it for an R6 eh.. even though dats my dream bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as for now BACK TO THE ROAD u m&amp;amp;m freak!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4831546936856248750?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4831546936856248750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4831546936856248750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4831546936856248750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4831546936856248750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-back.html' title='HE&apos;s BACK!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5902065809914033455</id><published>2009-02-16T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:05:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Machine Brokedown</title><content type='html'>Otw home from woodlands yesterday was like any other day returning back home after tired of chilling out and slowing made our way back home during the wee hours. But suddenly as i was riding, my bike sounds differently. Im not sure. Something was not rite. But i juz carry on and hope i make it to all the way home. i was wrong.. After parting ways with kalid at the usual junction at tampines, my bike suddenly got no power and brokedown instantly. I quickly call kalid before he reach home so dat he could help me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dat brings me to today morning.. No bike.. so lazy to go work.. Chill at home and later go shop repair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZi7mUBH0UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8RYuzrdsw9s/s1600-h/IMG-6793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZi7mUBH0UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8RYuzrdsw9s/s320/IMG-6793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303194828111597890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5902065809914033455?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5902065809914033455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5902065809914033455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5902065809914033455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5902065809914033455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/machine-brokedown.html' title='My Machine Brokedown'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZi7mUBH0UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8RYuzrdsw9s/s72-c/IMG-6793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2767794955940100349</id><published>2009-02-15T03:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:35:28.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Even though i dunt celebrate it but aniwae.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL COUPLES OUT DER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to the previous post, sum1 gave me an idea why not i gave her a valentine's day surprise. And getting some info, i got her a small gift which i spend my entire midday juz to get sumthing for her. Bought her a rose stalk inside a cylinder container and a necklace wif a heart shape pendant hang on the rose. Get my sis, Naza to pass this to her w/o telling her where it came from. Thanks nurul for the advises.... So far the response was positive. She likes it.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd after dat.. i dunno where to go, so i go back home and chill alone till bout 9pm before meeting my frenz for a riding excursion. Met some Team Keris memberz at Far East and they join us for the riding plan. We went to Seletar Reservoir, Bottle Tree Park and finally chill at Wudlands before heading back home at 3am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull day but overall im happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2767794955940100349?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2767794955940100349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2767794955940100349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2767794955940100349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2767794955940100349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5630299253736245760</id><published>2009-02-11T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:26:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Weird Dream!!</title><content type='html'>I have the weirdest of dreams last night. I was at Tampines Mall in my dream and suddenly i realise dat there is an..... i swear it is in my dream. An &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt; outlet right beside MacDonalds... Of all dream, why &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt;.. lol... So i went inside and get those yummy and trademarks item such as Waffles and of course &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Root Beer Float&lt;/span&gt;... Gosh! What am i thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5630299253736245760?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5630299253736245760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5630299253736245760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5630299253736245760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5630299253736245760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-weird-dream.html' title='Those Weird Dream!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5358019991558937726</id><published>2009-02-10T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:35:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekends!!</title><content type='html'>Kinda post dis post a bit late.. I was busy wif my weekend days and even my Monday was like weekends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My company held an event called "Activity Day" last Friday. Me and Julie was made to be the photographer of the day. Thank God but i also wish i am the participants. Well basically the whole company was der to have some interactive and intiative games among working colleagues within the company. The location was at Petals &amp;amp; Leaves which is situated at Kranji near Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve. The whole thing was fun but as usual tiring.. Our job sound simple right.. Try running around the area of 1km radius snapping pictures. shagged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw-6OM4tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UMzgz_5DM04/s1600-h/IMG_7012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072093730628306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw-6OM4tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UMzgz_5DM04/s320/IMG_7012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw947t6BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4a9X5vhUw68/s1600-h/IMG_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072076204795922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw947t6BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4a9X5vhUw68/s320/IMG_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEyLmz0DZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tBClrLeqUtc/s1600-h/IMG_1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301073411369602450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEyLmz0DZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tBClrLeqUtc/s320/IMG_1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw-tAIfTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jNyxNULoENg/s1600-h/IMG_6996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072090181958962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw-tAIfTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jNyxNULoENg/s320/IMG_6996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw_ZtXstI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YmtlWyBoD30/s1600-h/IMG_6976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072102182859474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw_ZtXstI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YmtlWyBoD30/s320/IMG_6976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den on Saturday, my younger sis, Naza celebrated her 21st bdae early. It is suppose to be 15th Feb. Aniwae the party was held at NS Home Team chalet at Pasir Ris. My whole family was der including all her friends whom she invites. The party was jointly celebrated with one of her friend name Ain. And ohyah i was made to give a short speech for my sis as her eldest brother by her best friend, Nurul who drag me to the centre of the room. I was caught unprepared. All my other family memberz left oredi by this time. And oh yah.. TP lecturers was talking bout an ex IBT guy who works at Middle East name Solihin who was suppose to give a speech to us. Well i met him der. I didnt realise it at first but as we were chatting i soon found out. Hey mayb he can get me an overseas job at my dream Dubai.. Wooohooo!! Finally i was admit dis okay.. I was attracted to a girl who is my sis friend name Aisyah... It was her character and personality dat caught my eye. Nurul realise it and approach me. She was the one who gave her number to me w/o me asking for it.. Hahaha... Dunno why she did dat. Mayb it is becoz her bestfriend was my sis. Dats y she help me wilingly... Thanks babe ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniwae Happy 21st Birthday to my dear Sis Nazaratul Farhana. May ur dreamz come true. Hope by turning 21 u can make ur own decision and judge them wisely. Yes some freedom but remember being 21 is only a privilege and not an entitlement. So dunt abuse it and im sure u wont. Lots of Love. Abang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5358019991558937726?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5358019991558937726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5358019991558937726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5358019991558937726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5358019991558937726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekends.html' title='My Weekends!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SZEw-6OM4tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UMzgz_5DM04/s72-c/IMG_7012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-550032987904467496</id><published>2009-02-07T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:23:40.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>I met Wahidah one of my hometown ubi friends on tagged. Juz for ur info i stay at Ubi previously. Aniwae yeah met her and we have a long chat. Kinda miss all my ubi friends whom now i lost conact most of them since my family decide to change location. Wahidah was one of my classmate and buddy back in PAP, neighbour on the same blk and a one of my close friends whom we used to play together bawah blk, park during our childhood time. I remember she always neva fail to offered me sweets or chocolate in class and we always got caught chewing them by the teacher. Lol... Got to know dia da tunang.. So happy for her ;p  . So sad for me.. hahahaha.... So we update a lot on each other since it has been a long time we seen each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i meet a lot of my long lost friends again.. Miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-550032987904467496?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/550032987904467496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=550032987904467496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/550032987904467496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/550032987904467496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-lost-friend.html' title='Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7094001844979067169</id><published>2009-02-03T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:25:07.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving us forever</title><content type='html'>I juz dunt understand it. So what if i ride a Kawasaki kR150. I am no matreps for goodness sake. N i dunt even behave like one. Are der any rules saying only matreps can ride it? What if Valentino Rossi used to ride kR150 during his teen. Is he a matrep den?.. Please.. Stop labelling me as one of those matreps dat likes to memainkan perasaan prempuan. Or even used the bike juz to charm himself to attract those minahs. I ride the bike coz i love it n i enjoy it. N dunt compare wif me n those typical 'Mats' that u referring to. I cant accept it. It is juz me n i dunt like it when i gal used me juz for the sake of transport wise. Like what u said. Rilek sua eh.. Salah org la.. If it was a friend den it was another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den yesterday, otw home in the company bus dat will send me to outram, i receive a call from my mum so suddenly. I received a news dat almost brought tears to me. An uncle whom is like a grandfather to me juz passed away. He was my dad's eldest brother.&lt;br /&gt;Why i regard him as my grandfather. Firstly, i didnt get to see my dad's dad who is Allahyarham Hj Ajma'in alive before i was born. And i grew up thinking dat he was my grandfather and i learn to know dat he is not when i was wise enuf to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a guy who neva fail to give me at least $10 every Hari Raya until i grew up now. Even if i say no nid give oredi. He still insist it. My siblings and myself used to visit him every weekend when we were small at his Ang Mo Kio bungalow home. He will be providing the toys for us to play wif, books for us to read, a garden at the back of the house for us to chill and run around, sweets and chocolates to reward or make us happy. It was one of those memories we cant forget. He even taught us some useful advise in life and also scolded us if we gets too naughty. He have a son who is a doctor now and a daughter who is a teacher, of course they are my cousins. Both are successful and oredi have their own family. We will be happy to leave them after he can be regard as being a successful daddy to them. I hope that his spirit will be brought to rest peacefully and continue his after death life normally. And im sure he will. On behalf of my family, i would want to give special condolences to his family and pay a last respect to the man whom i tink my dad will not be what he is now if not for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahyarham Hj Jalal Ajmain&lt;br /&gt;Since 12-04-1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SYhhWyh1M1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MOr8KzmTmwo/s1600-h/IMG-1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SYhhWyh1M1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MOr8KzmTmwo/s320/IMG-1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592005750076242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7094001844979067169?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7094001844979067169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7094001844979067169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7094001844979067169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7094001844979067169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-us-forever.html' title='Leaving us forever'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SYhhWyh1M1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MOr8KzmTmwo/s72-c/IMG-1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2941106136175405303</id><published>2009-02-01T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:44:48.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Marrying Soon</title><content type='html'>Veri soon my dear sis will get married soon. Be going thru most of my life wif her. Growing up together since i was still a toddler she looks after me. Up till now. When i need money she willingly spare me some of her monthly salary. She even bought me prezzie for my bdae annually, gifts wheneva she wen for holidays, scolded me when i make mistakes. I respect my sis so much dat i was sad that she will live separately soon. She showed me how a great sis she could be. But im happy for her as she got a good hubby to be. I can get along wif him well and im sure he can take good care of my dear sis. Aniwae i will be inviting some friends for this occasion. Will contact u guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2941106136175405303?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2941106136175405303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2941106136175405303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2941106136175405303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2941106136175405303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/02/sister-marrying-soon.html' title='Sister Marrying Soon'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5941862697712060013</id><published>2009-01-27T08:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:25:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence??</title><content type='html'>Been up early today coz my dad have to go leave shore and out in the sea for days. So i n mum follow him to work, watch him get on board the ship and drove his car back home. On the way back home and it was bout 0730hrs, my mum wants to dropby Jalan Kayu to get some breakfast for the rest at home still sleeping of course. At Jalan Kayu, i met a familiar face. Sum1 who reminds me of a girl i love the most out of all my EXs. This guy im facing is her younger brother whom we used to play kompang together with my EX of course. So i approach him and have a small chat. I get some useful info bout her and updating myself bout her life now. This is not dat runaway bitch if you may wonder. She gave me her contact no n i was left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back 3 days ago, i met her in Tagged and she look awesome den the last time i met her. We have a little chat online. I was so excited that i forget to get her number. Thank god i met her brother today. Is this both incident a hint for me that something gonna happen next. I think Sya n Fendi will know who am i talking bout right now. Yes it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Nazurah&lt;/span&gt;. THe cutest chick i eva had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SX5VB-ZBuNI/AAAAAAAAATk/cpnU9W_J_c8/s1600-h/0011052t9Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SX5VB-ZBuNI/AAAAAAAAATk/cpnU9W_J_c8/s320/0011052t9Yi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295763704250480850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SX5VB9m2SqI/AAAAAAAAATs/_ZcwvzttaTI/s1600-h/000Z052t9Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SX5VB9m2SqI/AAAAAAAAATs/_ZcwvzttaTI/s320/000Z052t9Yi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295763704040016546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5941862697712060013?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5941862697712060013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5941862697712060013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5941862697712060013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5941862697712060013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence??'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SX5VB-ZBuNI/AAAAAAAAATk/cpnU9W_J_c8/s72-c/0011052t9Yi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4981513717097693314</id><published>2009-01-24T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:05:58.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First meet up with Bocah Laron</title><content type='html'>The first meet up with the Guys from Bocah Laron cleared my mindset of the image of the group. At first i thought it was one of those makreps cutting but i was wrong.. Most of them are oredi a family man except for a few. I must say i was one of the youngest among them except for Sya of coz.. but it is still me who looks the youngest der. well wat can i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we have the 13th year anniversary celebration of the group at one of the food restaurant at kandahar st. we have a normal routine feast and a cake cutting session.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to BOCAH LARON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz5w3PwtI/AAAAAAAAATA/kJyh5DDPeHA/s1600-h/001c052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz5w3PwtI/AAAAAAAAATA/kJyh5DDPeHA/s320/001c052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294531010645443282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz50XZZ6I/AAAAAAAAATI/N_Iy2WgiN2Y/s1600-h/001b052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz50XZZ6I/AAAAAAAAATI/N_Iy2WgiN2Y/s320/001b052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294531011585599394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz6JuYlYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WbFT4P1Gx3E/s1600-h/001a052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz6JuYlYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WbFT4P1Gx3E/s320/001a052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294531017319159170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz6LQPHyI/AAAAAAAAATY/2bJF_GK21nc/s1600-h/0019052gTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz6LQPHyI/AAAAAAAAATY/2bJF_GK21nc/s320/0019052gTS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294531017729580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorie... almost forget. Bocah Laron have a so called memberz of another group which is Team Keris. THe one on the right helmet is Bocah and left red is Keris. Cool huh.. And this group was intro to me by a long time friend, Fazly as known as Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Racing Team, Hisham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4981513717097693314?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4981513717097693314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4981513717097693314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4981513717097693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4981513717097693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-meet-up-with-bocah-laron.html' title='First meet up with Bocah Laron'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SXnz5w3PwtI/AAAAAAAAATA/kJyh5DDPeHA/s72-c/001c052gTS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1877079403698702434</id><published>2009-01-20T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:41:38.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveal Soon Not Now</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh i didnt have enough sleep last night as usual Monday Night as i was busy spending time "kicking balls" at the court. And spend most of my time sleeping at office. Feel guilty to let Julie do some work alone which i think im suppose to help her but i lazily dose off. Sorrie mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after work i met a new sum1 or friend u can call it. I cant reveal any names or any pictures yet. Sori. Juz have to wait till the right time comes. Okay we met at Redhill and it was like finally. Have a little chat and off to Marina Barrage since she claim she haven't been der b4. So i brought her der and chill and watch the sunset at the roof of the spiral barrage. It was a cooling atmosphere due to the windy season and the scenery was fantastic watching the skyline as the sun sets behind it. We chilled and chat anything that we could think off and didnt realise it was oredi 9+. Make a move to Vivo City to have our dinner and around 10+ finally send her back home at Choa CHu Kang. I muz say we have quite a good start breaking the ice. Till we meet again n im sure we will. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1877079403698702434?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1877079403698702434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1877079403698702434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1877079403698702434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1877079403698702434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/reveal-soon-not-now.html' title='Reveal Soon Not Now'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6635370246938898959</id><published>2009-01-18T14:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:33:06.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANGSA BACCARDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26f434c67b4fe659" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26f434c67b4fe659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E608A3079E643061B9A091CC0B58261C0EB6591.B6723D8B969422A961C8F375C467645E1A86D29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26f434c67b4fe659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0f-GqVeVVOcIjJCQP7adaKwH48&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26f434c67b4fe659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E608A3079E643061B9A091CC0B58261C0EB6591.B6723D8B969422A961C8F375C467645E1A86D29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26f434c67b4fe659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0f-GqVeVVOcIjJCQP7adaKwH48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6635370246938898959?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26f434c67b4fe659&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6635370246938898959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6635370246938898959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6635370246938898959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6635370246938898959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/kalid-dah-mabok.html' title=''/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6613539595595058404</id><published>2009-01-18T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:32:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging &amp; Enemies</title><content type='html'>I still dunt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; how actually people are being judge. Okay if u knew sum1 for years or ever months and u know every inside out of them, okay u r in a position to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; them. I cant denied it. But if u barely knew them, i mean days or weeks, and your analysis is they are a good people and say every good thing bout them inside out as, u r just a liar. Juz to please that sum1, u &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;commented&lt;/span&gt; until dat extend. Why dont u look urself in the mirror and ask urself who r u to judge people if u urself got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; thru ur own life. Well u can claim that it is ur own natural character to be stubborn or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arrogant&lt;/span&gt; freak who i thinks may need more to learn things in life. But i feel it is still not right to judge people whom u tink u not suppose to. I would rather look at myself and see what i can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;improve&lt;/span&gt; rather den commented on other people bads, sulk and swear ur hearts out like u were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; all the time. It is good to advise not criticise. My Goodness!! For god's sake. Wake up my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae.. Do u have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enemies&lt;/span&gt;?! If yes... GOOD! Why? That means that you stood up for sumthing in your life. But u dunt have to fought for it. Juz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; what belongs to YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6613539595595058404?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6613539595595058404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6613539595595058404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6613539595595058404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6613539595595058404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/judging-enemies.html' title='Judging &amp; Enemies'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6757016195436789017</id><published>2009-01-14T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:31:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it through</title><content type='html'>Sales wasn't good these few days. Orders that i send getting lesser and lesser. Due to the Chinese New Year approaching, people were busy doing their shopping at Chinatown instead. Shops close earlier den before. Malls and void deck were more silent den ever. Time check. It was juz 2045hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae juz wanna talk about life these few days. I realise dat people around me are going thru all kinds of situation. Health, Healing, Job, Family, Studies, Financial and many more. It is juz a part of our life dat we nid to get thru it. Juz take it as another test in life. I understand dat it would be a tough time, full of hardship, pain or even stress but we juz nid to take things one at a time and handle it calmly or else u wont make it to the finish line. There will always have a solution to every problem. How u find ur way out matters most. Avoid making things tougher for urself. And dunt be afraid to share. Your solution might be right infront of ur very eyes. Set ur priority. There will alwayz sum1 who will be der all the time by ur side thru n thru......... All the best.&lt;br /&gt;Stay Strong and Happy Alwayz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6757016195436789017?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6757016195436789017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6757016195436789017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6757016195436789017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6757016195436789017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-it-through.html' title='Getting it through'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3336263674020196449</id><published>2009-01-12T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:46:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life like dat</title><content type='html'>Been home early today coz wanna get some sleep. Tonite as usual. Time to hit the court and fool some ass. As i sit down here in front of my comp, my pri 6 sis came to ask me. Abang! Abang! Wats the meaning "Siapa mkn chilli, dia yg rasa pedas". In english translate "Who eats chilli, they will taste spicy". Eh rhyme huh.. wateva. So i explain to her if you feels dat sum1 is referring to you indirectly and u catch it, then u will feel the heat. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps! Referring to my prev post, i tink i betta "re-phrase" my words a bit before people start to "rasa pedas". One of my bro was having prob wif his bike and need a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24HRS&lt;/span&gt; tow truck &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt;. Only some shops do have dat kind of service at such hour. So we call all 4 bros come down and start calling anyone who hav dat info. One of us manage to get and we were pissed off at how slow the tow truck respond and reach our location. Then charge so expensive. Okay i tink enuff said. It is much clearer now that im not referring to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were telling me wat kind of friends i got around me all the while. Well they aren't my friend nor my memberz. They are regarded as my brothers. We are more like a family. Here's another proverb to share wif u guys. "Air di cincang tak kan putus". It means no matter how hard we fought, how bad the situation is, we will alwayz stay close together and settled it between ourselves and put our egos aside. No comments needed. Oh yeay n im proud dat im am old enuf to have a wiser, cooler head. At least i noe when to fight, when to hug, when to win and when to lose. I tink its no use explain so hard for u little kids out der. Kids wont be able to understand... duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3336263674020196449?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3336263674020196449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3336263674020196449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3336263674020196449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3336263674020196449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-like-dat.html' title='Life like dat'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2326779453231998252</id><published>2009-01-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:51:01.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is alive once again!!</title><content type='html'>Hisham is my name. Football is my game. Been back to playing football regularly these few days at night. Hanging out wif my group of football maniac people. We usually start at 12.30am end bout 3-4am. And when dat happens, i will slowly drag myself to work the next morning and dose off anywhere i can. It have been quite a long time since i play football regularly and now i have re-discover my natural touch on the ball, i am proud to call myself "Ronaldinho of Tenaga Boyz" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Temasek Poly "Jam &amp;amp; Hop" yesterday wif Kalid, Hafiz, Sopi and Hazreel. Meet some of our schmates that we have regularly known der. Good to see them again since all this while i been far far away from sch. Miss them. We dance thru the night till Hafiz got to go pick up his gf after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fill up our empty stomach at Teh Tarik and i dunno why so suddenly, i had a very very very bad stomach ache/cramp &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i dunno which one the right one to describe it)&lt;/span&gt; that make my entire body feel weak. Then we chill at where we park our bike while waiting for fen &amp;amp; sya. I took this opportunity to lay down a grass patch enduring the pain i feel it since at the coffeeshop. I swear i neva eat at dat place again. I hardly walk, hardly talk, hardly smile and i force myself to ride my bike to East Coast where we chill der till 5+. I was asleep most of the time. The pain can still be felt even after a drag a full 500ml mineral water. Once reach home i force myself to sleep and woke up at 11 to found out the pain is gone. How happy i was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway juz to share this. Emergency occurs unexpectedly. You'll neva noe when u r needed.  So i advise you people out der to be mentally, physical and psychologically prepared whereva u r, wateva u do and at anytime. You might not be able to help that much but it could make a difference in life. It may happen to you. Take Care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2326779453231998252?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2326779453231998252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2326779453231998252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2326779453231998252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2326779453231998252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-is-alive-once-again.html' title='He is alive once again!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3656584239855066652</id><published>2009-01-08T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:30:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolution</title><content type='html'>I maybe late for wishing u guys a Happy New Year! Been busy with some more important stuff so hasn't really got time to sit down n really type on my blog except for a quick short post here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i spent my New Year at Marina Garage. Been there before except dat there's more people compared to the last time around. It was not plan though but we did manage to gather some mates there since i been informing the rest i be chilling at Marina Garage. Some didn't manage to join due to some circumstances. Contacting was difficult but hey we did manage to meet up. Got people also complain have to walk so veri far. Pity u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYHRbYqT6I/AAAAAAAAASo/6nqaMnmTaCc/s1600-h/SNC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYHRbYqT6I/AAAAAAAAASo/6nqaMnmTaCc/s320/SNC00044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288922808383590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYHRmU6oPI/AAAAAAAAASw/68jW285Sp5U/s1600-h/SNC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYHRmU6oPI/AAAAAAAAASw/68jW285Sp5U/s320/SNC00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288922811320672498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if u guys cant see who in the guys section pics, it is: (from left to right)&lt;br /&gt;Khai, Fen, Hafiz, Kalid, Hisham, Fendy and Sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its New Year. N itz 2009. Dis year im gonna turn 25. Oh my gosh! Nvm.. still i look almost 5yrs younger.&lt;br /&gt;My New Year Resolution is to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Put all my past aside and wash down and away all my bad and sad memories of 2008&lt;br /&gt;2) To concentrate on my future, listen to myself and make my own decision&lt;br /&gt;3) Be humble and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;4) Looking forward to a challenging 2009 ahead. Im ready! Are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYLXcxRtdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EdCbF1rotGY/s1600-h/SNC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYLXcxRtdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EdCbF1rotGY/s320/SNC00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288927309880997330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing down all my past away&lt;br /&gt;Treasure my present and hold it firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: someone will alwayz be der waiting for me, only god knows. Not even me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3656584239855066652?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3656584239855066652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3656584239855066652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3656584239855066652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3656584239855066652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolution.html' title='My Resolution'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWYHRbYqT6I/AAAAAAAAASo/6nqaMnmTaCc/s72-c/SNC00044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7853453005542567074</id><published>2009-01-05T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:15:59.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When u got bored, what will u do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I got damn damn bored in office...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWHAyODCVeI/AAAAAAAAASY/FPAuyZwaMy8/s1600-h/IMG_6320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287719406506497506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWHAyODCVeI/AAAAAAAAASY/FPAuyZwaMy8/s320/IMG_6320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWHAygFVz2I/AAAAAAAAASg/bwBF-TkovZg/s1600-h/IMG_6323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287719411348000610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWHAygFVz2I/AAAAAAAAASg/bwBF-TkovZg/s320/IMG_6323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well i noe not exact and accurate.. Need to practise more... I juz love and appreciate art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7853453005542567074?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7853453005542567074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7853453005542567074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7853453005542567074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7853453005542567074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-u-got-bored-what-will-u-do.html' title='When u got bored, what will u do?'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SWHAyODCVeI/AAAAAAAAASY/FPAuyZwaMy8/s72-c/IMG_6320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-7765982260911640619</id><published>2009-01-05T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:52:31.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, I have spoken to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr H&lt;/span&gt; bout it and we noe the true whole &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-7765982260911640619?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/7765982260911640619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=7765982260911640619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7765982260911640619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/7765982260911640619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-i-have-spoken-to-mr-h-bout-it.html' title=''/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3956813313569811824</id><published>2008-12-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:31:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close and so LUCKY</title><content type='html'>We are lucky to stay alive!! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the videos that i have to post this incident first juz to share wif my readers. So the videos have to wait for awhile and i assure u it is worth waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae i muz Thank God that i am still alive now in S'pore. Okay the story goes like dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kalid, Sya and Hafiz met each other at our usual meeting point before enter Johor. Met Nana otw on the road.. So we go thru standard procedure to enter Johor. Change currency, pump petrol and proceed to Lorong Bapok where there are a stretch of bikes shop. The usual place we bikers love to go. As soon as we reach, straightaway we ask the bike shop what we wanna do to our bikes. My bike, sya and kalid settle fast. So we chill at Ally Restaurant which is juz beside the bike shop we went. Hafiz was still at the bike shop. We ate and drank our normal stuff and chill letting time pass while waiting for hafiz. Then suddenly we heard a screeching sound of tyres and a loud bang very close to us and the next moment right infront of our eyes, a car flew hitting a tree and spin 360degree and finally hit a park car. Let me describe u in diagram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVZh5o1X0iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4EBUWGU0t0/s1600-h/incident.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVZh5o1X0iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4EBUWGU0t0/s320/incident.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284518855607570978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It juz happen right in front of us. If the car looses control a bit earlier then only god knows what happen to the 3 of us dat is seating at the very last table closest to the incident. If not for the tree and the car, all our bike and the others bike park der will be gone. Even the tree broke and topple down onto the totally smashed car. It happens within a flash. We were stunned at the sight and we took quite sometime to regain our sense and move away from the area. The area was oredi crowded by den. Im not sure how many people were in the car. Hafiz manage to locate us and we stick together. Hafiz took down the plate number of the car, we settle our bill and left the area as soon as we can.  I saw the whole incident as i was facing in the direction and up till now it keeps replaying in my mind. It shakened our heart. What a close shave. God still loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching S'pore den we felt relief and breathe easily. Alhamdulilah we sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3956813313569811824?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3956813313569811824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3956813313569811824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3956813313569811824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3956813313569811824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close-and-so-lucky.html' title='So close and so LUCKY'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVZh5o1X0iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4EBUWGU0t0/s72-c/incident.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-215447232971268191</id><published>2008-12-26T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:54:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Nite!!</title><content type='html'>I spend the Xmas Nite wif my brudders and made some new friends in the process. Yes.. Hear me right. Me, Sya, Kalid, Hafiz, Fen gather at ECP. N we were join by Wid, Yati and Aidil. I was from my work n dats why i turn up a it late. It was a busy dat mind u. Lucky Pizza Hut until 11pm. If 24hrs die la. Bank-in Sales betta den Mac i can tell u dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i reach ECP at around 1am to find Sya n gf oredi set up a tent. Ohyah before i forget, i wasn't greeted by Sya but i was greeeted by a bunch of Local Teenage Indian at Pit 32 drumming all kinds of things everywhere anywhere creating their own songs which i find it irritating enough to wake up any couple who pitch the tents der. I was damn loud as if they had their personal MOS der. Slowly Fen and the rest one by one came and join me and Sya. Kalid brought along Mango Vodka. Soon dey were all sitting around and help themselves wif their liquor. Hafiz offer me to join them but i still insist that i wont be touch those into me again. I stick to it. Thats my first and my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Kalid wanna go get a few bottles more but dis time we not gonna let him drive as he was almost drunk. So since i can drive and i dont drink, i took over his wheels and me, Kalid, Hafiz and Aidil went to Geylang to get those bottle. Get bottles eh nothing else... See useful right if i am around when u guys are drinking. Who says i cant join u guys. Aniwae Kalid was oredi behaving differently in the car. Oh sorry btw, forget to tell Kalid brought his car instead of his bike. We get ourselves a bottle of Baccadi. I hope i got it right. Aniwae... Kalid's treat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return back to base and found the rest still lazying around waiting for us for their next dose of 'drugs'. Soon Kalid gone drunk. Worse den wat happen in KL. I will post the video in my next post and u guys can check it out. It was hilarious and i cant help it but laugh all the way...... He gives us a joke that involve Teh &amp;amp; Kopi. He also talk loudly and tease the rest of us. He even threatened to dance battle wif Wid and make us convince he is the winner. Lucky he didnt climb up those coconut tree. What i sight it would be. Wakakakaka....... It all ended at 5am when Hafiz, Wid, Yati and Aidil  wen home. At first i did not like the idea of letting hafiz go gome on his own but he seems okay and able to respond to us so i think it is safe. Anyway they inform us dat they reach home safely. The rest of us all knockout inside the tent till 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i was awake, Haidil was otw here oredi. Yeah we woke up get into the beach and play SKIM!! At first it was only me and Haidil who knows how to skim. But i insist Kalid to try get onto those board. I manage to teach him the basics of balancing and get glide on the drop water. He took quite some time to get use to it. Nvm.. Next time i skim, i will bring Kalid along. He seems interested as he use to play skateboard. We left around 2pm tired and went straight back home. THIS IS XMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish dat sum1 could join us which i dunt think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohyah dunt forget. Videos upload soon... Check it out. See ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-215447232971268191?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/215447232971268191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=215447232971268191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/215447232971268191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/215447232971268191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-nite.html' title='Xmas Nite!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6662158199546857619</id><published>2008-12-24T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:28:13.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeahh! Today work halfday. Shioook rite. Was back at home early and give my mum a shock. And she goes, "Eh Sham! Siang nye balik! Tak keje ke?! I keep quiet and smile as if i didnt hear anything. Lol.. I prefer listen to my imesh and the track dat is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to wat happen today. Our department threw a mini Xmas Party. It was a last minute one though but itz ok with me. I prefer like dis den spend time do work stuff. Lol.. Can waste time till 12 den go home. The party was made up of Log Cakes, snacks, Nachos, peanuts, im not sure how to describe the rest. People were throwing all kinds of stuffs to the table to contribute to the party. First our director known as Mr Bara gav a short speech and juz imagine dis all of us we like munching away. He is a flexible and cool man so he got no problem wif dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next was a slides presentation of the pictures we took during our Dinner&amp;amp;Dance event last month. In the meantime we were munching away anything dat we could including the self made sandwiches. I receive a so call Xmas gift from my supervisor which i yet to open and see it. Anyway I manage to snap some pictures of my colleagues. They are a fun bunch of people. Gonna miss them when we gonna leave them end of February.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhm_M3bYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uYZhJh5DS7c/s1600-h/IMG-6213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhm_M3bYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uYZhJh5DS7c/s320/IMG-6213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251897798978946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhm5lDGRI/AAAAAAAAARA/I-hIMUAoYmc/s1600-h/IMG-6214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhm5lDGRI/AAAAAAAAARA/I-hIMUAoYmc/s320/IMG-6214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251896289794322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnY7dCSI/AAAAAAAAARY/TwJZE7h66-I/s1600-h/IMG-6240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnY7dCSI/AAAAAAAAARY/TwJZE7h66-I/s320/IMG-6240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251904705268002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnFupo4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O1IoPclS-4w/s1600-h/IMG-6233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnFupo4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O1IoPclS-4w/s320/IMG-6233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251899551294338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnNxXwoI/AAAAAAAAARI/XaMjEc_7nOs/s1600-h/IMG-6219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhnNxXwoI/AAAAAAAAARI/XaMjEc_7nOs/s320/IMG-6219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283251901710189186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiIZjX5DI/AAAAAAAAARg/5XmvsbVTqFE/s1600-h/IMG-6246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiIZjX5DI/AAAAAAAAARg/5XmvsbVTqFE/s320/IMG-6246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252471808386098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiJSJfT0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mXZ8CqJGEzk/s1600-h/IMG-6241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiJSJfT0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mXZ8CqJGEzk/s320/IMG-6241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252487000641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiJCaLdJI/AAAAAAAAARw/jYOVdkqHlSI/s1600-h/IMG-6249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiJCaLdJI/AAAAAAAAARw/jYOVdkqHlSI/s320/IMG-6249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252482775676050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiIpRSyBI/AAAAAAAAARo/ELMc2OO3xnA/s1600-h/IMG-6254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiIpRSyBI/AAAAAAAAARo/ELMc2OO3xnA/s320/IMG-6254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252476027521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiiQsYtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/XlDBE36tqDg/s1600-h/IMG-6243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHiiQsYtVI/AAAAAAAAASA/XlDBE36tqDg/s320/IMG-6243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252916106868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the middle of the party. Guess wat.. Surprise! Surprise! Diyana's mum called and say they have found her working at Loyang Point and was at home for a week. I got to know she was asking bout me and how am i doing. Thanks eh but sorry i do not need u anymore... That is what i ask her mum to say to her and i dunno what her reason is, she ran away again. But as if i care. Dumb gerl.. Is she trying to find me back? No i dunt tink so... No i hope so.. Coz if she really did look for me, she is juz wasting her time and effort. The most i would do is bring her back home and left. Cry as much as u like it... U deserved it! I happy with my life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6662158199546857619?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6662158199546857619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6662158199546857619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6662158199546857619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6662158199546857619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-surprise.html' title='Xmas Surprise!!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SVHhm_M3bYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uYZhJh5DS7c/s72-c/IMG-6213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6256033694177896168</id><published>2008-12-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:55:50.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Fate</title><content type='html'>People do anything for love. I hav encounter a lot of situation from my circle of friends. For instance, sum would run for love, die for love, sacrifice for love, travel for love, starve for love and many more. But are they worth doing it for love? Provided u get the end product u wish for mayb it is worth. If u really love sum1, u hav to show it. No matter how the situation is, if u let it go, u may hav to suffer for keeping it to urself. Suffer for love?? For my opinion dat is not acceptable coz it will haunt u. And thats what is happening to me rite now. I dont wan to suffer for Love. Im not sure how she feels rite now. But she aint showing me any signs of facing me back yet. I like to Love the natural way and not by force. No fancy poem to start wif. Nor any question to be ask. Not a single word speaks to start love. Yet im still not sure how it ended. Running away n giving up is not my type of solution. It only shows ur weakness to others. I wish we could stand up and show others our true feelings and itz up to them how they wanna react to it. They are not the one who create us and decide how our life should be. Love is fate. It aint going nowhere. Miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6256033694177896168?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6256033694177896168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6256033694177896168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6256033694177896168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6256033694177896168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-fate.html' title='Love is Fate'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6489844001209633825</id><published>2008-12-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:47:11.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on wif life</title><content type='html'>Well things are back to normal. Between me n friends. Erm mayb a bit shaky at times but sooner or later it will flow smoothly juz like the previous time. Hey c'mon la... We are buddies for years n like brothers. We talk face to face and not behind each others back. I know wat to do under such circumstances. And i have my own way of handling such things. It is not dat i dont want to. Hitting it at the right time is my personal way of settling these kind of issue. Aniwae i still thinks dat i need to talk to certain people for certain reason. I cant afford to let things hanging in my mind and i nid it to move on wif my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae as mentioned i got my bike to swing into those cruel bends and the feeling was shioook plus relief. It has been a long time since i last tried those stuff since my latest accident. I fear no more. Memories have been put aside and im Happy for Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yah.. Met hafiz for the 1st time since his operation. And i felt for was he is going thru now. Some people would have gave up their life but not him. He is still strong to move on and im glad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also accompany Sya wif new gf to J.B. (it is not sumthing new to me being like a pole all der by myself) but im use to it oredi all this years. So i dunt really mind. From the way it is, he is serious wif dis girl. And i wish them all the best. 4get bout dat girl plz.. FOr goodness sake. u noe who i am talking bout aite. Grrr.... Okay bobok time. Tomoro same story back to work. Nitez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6489844001209633825?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6489844001209633825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6489844001209633825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6489844001209633825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6489844001209633825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-on-wif-life.html' title='Moving on wif life'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-320421111577747806</id><published>2008-12-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:44:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz Better Not</title><content type='html'>Okay.. I admit i was wrong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rejecting&lt;/span&gt; Julie's offer to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; Hafiz together at SGH. Particularly my bike was oredi der. But my heart &amp;amp; feelings still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; veri much and meeting him will only make my blood &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rise&lt;/span&gt; and swear at him right in front of everyone der. For all i care, at least i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; for wat people felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover if Sya was there, another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt; of the whole story, i will make things worse. Yeah it might be over u might have said but it hurts me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeply&lt;/span&gt; the way they treat us. Sorry i have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agree&lt;/span&gt; wif Yani. It is not dat easy to say sorry. As though u got an 'Undo' button on ur fingertips. And im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; for not replying to all ur msgs and also im not taking my Blue Jacket and Helmet back from u. Even if im gonna take it, it will not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;settle&lt;/span&gt; the matter so easily as u thought. So if u want juz use those stuff, or even throw it since she no longer needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people dunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt; me for reacting dis way. The more i care for my friends, the more shits i get in return, RIGHT Hafiz, Right Sya, Right Kalid??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i felt relief but still ders no Cure to the Pain....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-320421111577747806?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/320421111577747806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=320421111577747806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/320421111577747806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/320421111577747806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/itz-better-not.html' title='Itz Better Not'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6707472384087464071</id><published>2008-12-17T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:45:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Battlax on my BIKE People!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Phew finally eh... I change my tyre dat was bald for quite sumtime. As bald as Chris Daughtry's head. The new feeling was damn shiook.... cant wait to go play corner again. Anyway i got both my front n rear Battlax tyre change and i am so very HAPPY. Actually the money i was planning to go Batam wif sum1 and friends but since dey cancel it den back up plan lor.. Better den i spend it with useless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i got it change at Ah boy. I tried it on every corner... The slick touch on the road surface was smooth and no longer wobble through uneven road surface. N it is damn AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now anyone wanna go play corner wif me... Long time neva do dis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corner Devilz is Back!! We will go down till we DROP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6707472384087464071?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6707472384087464071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6707472384087464071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6707472384087464071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6707472384087464071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-battlax-on-my-bike-people.html' title='New Battlax on my BIKE People!!!!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3243467777180006110</id><published>2008-12-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:59:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's something about, Just something about The way she move&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, There's something About her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something, About kinda women&lt;br /&gt;That want you, But don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, There's something&lt;br /&gt;About her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she walk like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Talk like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Manicured nails To set&lt;br /&gt;The pedicure off&lt;br /&gt;She's fly effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she move like a boss&lt;br /&gt;Do what a boss Do&lt;br /&gt;She got me thinking&lt;br /&gt;About getting involved&lt;br /&gt;That's the kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's why I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;The way me shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something, About kinda woman&lt;br /&gt;That can do It for herself&lt;br /&gt;I look at her And it makes me proud&lt;br /&gt;There's something About her&lt;br /&gt;There something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sexy&lt;br /&gt;About the kinda women&lt;br /&gt;That don't even Need my help&lt;br /&gt;She says she got it&lt;br /&gt;She got it&lt;br /&gt;No doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's something About her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she work Like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Play like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Car and a crib&lt;br /&gt;She about, To pay em both off&lt;br /&gt;And her bills Are paid on time&lt;br /&gt;She made for a boss&lt;br /&gt;Soonly a boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3243467777180006110?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3243467777180006110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3243467777180006110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3243467777180006110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3243467777180006110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-437272898172242784</id><published>2008-12-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:41:57.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGOs &amp; PRINCIPLEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;gos are our normal first reaction. we cant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; it. but as time goes by we began to think bout the people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; us, we realise dat it does not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt; to u anyway. it would be better otherwise.... and let it go into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;rinciple is based on according to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persona&lt;/span&gt;l rules for right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conduct&lt;/span&gt;. Each of us have different principle. I dont have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; yours and you dont have to follow mine. There usually are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reasons &lt;/span&gt;behind every prinsips. You dont have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; force&lt;/span&gt; others to follow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-437272898172242784?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/437272898172242784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=437272898172242784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/437272898172242784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/437272898172242784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/egos.html' title='EGOs &amp; PRINCIPLEs'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2581146989153811328</id><published>2008-12-14T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:57:30.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Memberz</title><content type='html'>Great! No one confront me. No one dares confront me! N yet they dare confront the girl. And expect me to hear the news and rot myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now..... since brownies wants it dis way i juz have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, where are all my memberz when now im down. Having fun outside for sure. Thank god i hav a buddy by the name of Ristendie care to text me a simple msg 'How are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U ask me dis qns. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choose&lt;/span&gt; between memberz or love. I would choose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Coz we occasionally make friends while we rarely found love. Agreeable or not depends on individual......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for now... Sorry but i hav to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minimise&lt;/span&gt; my time with them. U may not be happy wif me but accept my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. Hope u like the simple 'door gift' on ur bike. Keep it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; till we meet again. We hav a short period but a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;. Take care and dunt let me down. You know wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my memberz, dunt expect me to be the same as before. I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. Leave me alone at the moment. I may or may not come back. You guys juz stick 2gether. I nid a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2581146989153811328?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2581146989153811328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2581146989153811328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2581146989153811328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2581146989153811328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-and-memberz.html' title='Love and Memberz'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-5461299336064800661</id><published>2008-12-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:45:44.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help it but force to sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hisham : Haiz&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asl dgn u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: me? okay..&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Look at me ---&gt; (showing me her wierd looks pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Haha&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok im successful. i made u smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: u nie. haha.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: I juz pai umah&lt;br /&gt;Yani:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: eh how u noe??&lt;br /&gt;Yani:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; mestila i carik u. tanye sumer org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: u noe where i go?&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I pressure saufi to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: If we are force to be separated why u anggap me as ur ex and he is not?&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cus i really  like u and i already said to myself yang i want to remain with u and tanak carik  sesiapa lagi.....mcm i decided to  b with u. but yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;Hisham: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;i contacted ur  sis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;n ask her whether u at  home a not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;Yani: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;how u know her  number seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;tink properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;Yani:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o.O.. Malaysia. Johor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sya tanye kita dua since when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisham: Den wat u reply him&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I main bedal je hari Hafiz accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: Okay since we got no specific date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shammmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; marshmellow takmo sad k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: feel like going out again to the sea now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;takmo k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kalau sham klua  yani ikot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;tadi before i go  out, i cry cry  cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani: &lt;/span&gt;yani tak sanggup putuskan members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;Hisham: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;but der will alwayz be a  point where u have to put ur memberz aside to have ur own personal life keep  going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;skali skala patah alik  pat memberz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;Yani: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;i cant say  much... u do what u  think is right k. if u think our  members owe u an explanation, u go for it. i care for your  feelings too. im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: Itz ok. not ur fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i suck. i cannot make u  happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hisham: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;u can if u try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;u give up easily. &lt;/span&gt;i show u dat i can defend u&lt;br /&gt;Yani: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-5461299336064800661?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/5461299336064800661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=5461299336064800661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5461299336064800661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/5461299336064800661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-help-it-but-force-to-sacrifice.html' title='Can&apos;t help it but force to sacrifice'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-2208291012271723827</id><published>2008-12-12T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:00:17.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why she cant be mine??!!</title><content type='html'>I admit it i didn't have any damn heart or feelings for her but juz normal friend. We became close so suddenly and she gave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; which signal the start of a supposedly wonderful relationship waiting for us. We didn't nid to ask each other. We juz follow our body language and go wif the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Den sum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED EYED MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; not happy.&lt;br /&gt;It was not from her ex aniwae. She claim he is not regard as her ex aniwae. And im not sure for wth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RED EYED MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; did dat for. Mayb she rejected him at first. For whutt i care...&lt;br /&gt;I didnt push u guys aside when i have her. Juz like whut u did when u hav a gf. Did i make a fuss bout it?? Hey listen here my friends... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE LOVES ME, AND I LOVE HER TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt; Cant u all my MEMBERZ be happy for us and stop being so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAWFUL&lt;/span&gt; as if it is stated in the penal code of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT DISTRICT JUDGE&lt;/span&gt;. SHe have the right to love whoeva she wants. She is not a teen anymore. Korg senang2 la dapat pompan.. Diri sndiri takle jaga nak jaga diri org lain.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit spoil my mood.... Relax.... Coolsssss........................ Phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave w/o a fight juz for her... We are willing to make those sacrifices. HOW BOUT YOU ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-2208291012271723827?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/2208291012271723827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=2208291012271723827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2208291012271723827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/2208291012271723827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-she-cant-be-mine.html' title='Why she cant be mine??!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3117245682026463847</id><published>2008-12-12T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:37:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Help Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember this song by Richard Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Can't Help Falling in Love With You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I Love You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3117245682026463847?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3117245682026463847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3117245682026463847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3117245682026463847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3117245682026463847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-help-falling-in-love.html' title='Can&apos;t Help Falling In Love'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4632673256994955713</id><published>2008-12-11T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:39:24.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not satisfied huh... Look who is not being ikhlas</title><content type='html'>Something is hitting me these few days. Firstly i would like to say, if ur plan wasn't suit to my liking, it is not necessary that i will not agree to follow to your plan. Just look at it dis way. Will you turn up for a close friend birthday celebration not matter wat the plan is?? Will ya??!! From my point of view the thought that counts, not the plan OKAY!!! Bear in mind dat to whoeva you are who aren't satisfied wif me. You might be smart but wats bout ur vision n maturity. Im not comparing but since u r comparing might as well i show you how to compare. Let us look back at the time our Visit to the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oshin was damn fed up wif u coz u neva turn up. And guess who cover up ur arse. Itz me.. I xplain it to her ur condition and health and i didnt do it for ur sake. Itz friendship sake mind u. And that is not the first time it happens. I kept quiet coz i understand ur situation. Now bring forward to the latest gathering. When i spread the plan or ask for any plans from some people, no reply instead the reply was we all follow ur plan. Okay so when i finalized the plan, YOU WERE THE 1ST TO REPLY. "YES I WILL COME DOWN WITH H*R#S". Forward a bit. 1hour before the gathering take place. you msg "Sham aku tak join for the dinner, coz aku kuar dgn kakak aku and.............................................. bla bla.. Wtf!!! I oredi having difficulty to book the place and after talking to the manager, i managed to get it, you msg me liddat.... 1 HOUR BEFORE!! OSHIN msg me her problem 3days before. Catch the diff.... If i knew little people would come, i would probably go for KFC, BK, LJS where theres no need to book seats for huge number of people. And somemore much better pricing food. Okay thats for the dinner part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bowling. I was so fed up but i didnt show it. You promise that u join us for bowling and bring ur entire troops along... You can ask everyone out der especially Kalid, Saufi, Khai and Oshin dat we were there at the bowling entrance when my name appeared to be 2nd on the list till it goes up to the 1st. Okay u claimed ur batt hp flat somemore dunno wat reason u gave me i dont care. U claim u were also der looking for me but we all not der when my name was on the 1st list. Bullshit!! I repeat Bullshit okay!! U also claim that u ask the counter when i ask u, did u ask them. Hey c'mon la... They also got a lot of names, how to remember. ONE QUESTION TO ASK.... DID YOU TAKE THE DAMN TROUBLE TO GO DOWN THE LANES TO LOOK FOR US BY GAMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ANSWER YOU DIS. WE DID DO DIS AFTER OUR GAME TO LOOK FOR YOU OKAY!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR WE DID IT. WE GAMBLE IT. U claim u ask counter then u left. so dunt claim to me again u did gamble do wat u should have done. It is as though ur bf dunt have our hp numbers. Dunt tell me his also flat...... Coincidence huh.... Antara nak ke taknak je lar SIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay talking bout Hafiz accident. I admit i was the last one to see him left with his bike and i did ask him to join us lepak for a while until he feels okay. I was oredi attending to Kalid who did cause trouble at 'Naughty Girl" and i was alone der mind you. I did care for Hafiz like i care for Kalid. So Hafiz stubbornly left the scene and i trusted him like he usually reach home safely as before. SO NOW U ANSWER ME. WILL I TURN UP even if i didnt like it. I turn up to take care of my drunken friends around me. At least i could be der when dey nid me. so do u tink it is still safe the DRUNK LEAD THE DRUNK. easy said den done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing his accident news from his Adik n Julie, i juz cant help it but to barge into Dependency Care Unit at SGH that veri night to see his condition. I felt guilty but i did my best. I could have done better to stop him. BUT LISTEN HERE MISS NOT SATISFIED. I WAS THERE WHERE I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE......... Just for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout being Ikhlas.. Did i ask anything from u for helping u get ur tuition pay. U insist of treating me but no. I dont tink it is nice coz u earn it urself. Not me. I was only der to neutralize both party. Juz imagine a fire and fire met. Ur bf doesn't help dat much. Now u got wats belongs to u hope u r happy wif dat. IS dat my interest??!! NO!! But i was der as a FRIEND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4632673256994955713?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4632673256994955713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4632673256994955713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4632673256994955713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4632673256994955713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-is-hitting-me-these-few-days.html' title='Not satisfied huh... Look who is not being ikhlas'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-3750310424268790926</id><published>2008-12-07T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:19:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day not to be remembered</title><content type='html'>My current post will be from wat is happening around me since last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work i made my long way trip to sch for the FDM celebration dunno wat thingy. I was expecting most of our classmates to turn up but when we reach der, it was only juz the 5 of us. Most cant turn up. Sad but nvm.. We have other plan. We chilled out at Century Square after that only to find our selves hangout at a pub dunno wat name but i noe it is a pub for sure. Im not dat noob okay.. As promise to my own prinsip, the 1st time i drank was my last time n i have no problem saying NO to my friends. Lucky me they understood me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next go geylang to meet all my other brudders to go riding. Dunno how we ended up at Cash Studio at Orchard and karaoke thru the nite. I have an announcement to make. Kalid finally did try to karaoke a few songs wif us. Actualy it does not look like a karaoke to me. More like a shouting session and distress therapy.. Wakakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still not in the mood to go home and guess wat. Hafiz brought us to dis club called 'Naughty Girl'. We had a good time. Especially hafiz and kalid while sya &amp;amp; seri chilled one corner. Almost at the end, it was Kalid SHow. He stole the limelight wif sum dance move dat caught the eye of everyone on the dancefloor. Den came the chaos part. Kalid was dancing wif this one girl. They were like battling who top the dancing style. From my point of view, yes Kalid won. But dis girl was like not satisfied so the pushing &amp;amp; shoving of each other began while dancing. THings goes out of hand and dat bitch push kalid til he drop. Kalid almost retaliate but was being stopped by the security and dey drag him outside. I quickly drag kalid aside before they could land their hands on him. Chilled outside wif sya n kalid til he gain his ownselves. Hafiz oredi got onto his bike and leave hurriedly. Little dat i knew sumthing will happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied kalid way back home safely den i reach home n bump to my bed. Three days straight not enuf sleep. Woke up at 3pm bathe n called Yani bout our plans for the day. Okay met her at her place der. Since it was raining so we chilled at the void deck chatting and laughing bout sum stuff. As soon as the rain stop we proceed Pasir Ris to my NS fren chalet which i happen to discover dat it was his birthday party when i reach der. We were der early so we walk around Downtown &amp;amp; Ehub. Get some Old Chang Kee stuff, Cookies and brownies from Subway and munch them while wandering aimlessly. 7.30 we made our way back to chalet and as soon as we arrived, we help our self wif all kinds of food. lol... typical Hisham &amp;amp; Yani.... kekeke.. Den we were bz chatting, chilling out and checking out our frenster from the laptop there when we receive news dat Hafiz met with an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly bid goodbye to my frens and off we go to SGH. Yani was like in tears on our way der. When we reach his ward, There lay Hafiz typically him snoring his way down his sleep. It was if he noes dat we both were beside him when he suddenly decide to open his eyes and was suprise to see me n Yani at his bedside. Thank god it was not dat serious but his facial will be affected badly. Visiting him again tomoro. Lesson learnt here.&lt;br /&gt;DUnt drink if u drive and even RIDE!! Hafiz if you would have listen to me. THis may not happen bro. That glass will make u pay more even if u get it FREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3750310424268790926?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3750310424268790926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3750310424268790926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3750310424268790926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3750310424268790926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-not-to-be-remembered.html' title='The day not to be remembered'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6441378984074354266</id><published>2008-11-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:31:16.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull at the Start Full at the End</title><content type='html'>THe plan did not got accordingly. Must admit the food at BBQ Chicken wasnt what we actually wanted. No harm trying new stuff. Most importantly, as requested, we came to meet and gather not the food. That is our main objective. The thots that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we got our queue number for bowling. It was kinda full. Furthermore some are still otw and yet to reach e-hub to join us for bowling as promise. So the long queue doesnt affect us dat much. While waiting for the rest to turn up. We sit and chat at one spot like nobody business. Letting the time fly pass. Making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon one by one turn up slowly and by the time the last couple arrived it was almost our turn for queue call. Sadly most of them could not join the bowling session as they got to make their way home. Understandably we wave goodbye to them. And i must say they miss the most exciting part of the day. THE BOWLING SESSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Competitor: Saufi, Kalid (Duck), Sham, Oshin, Yoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round one. Was like training, warming up and getting use to it. It was a hell of a long time i last bowl and the rusty skill show it all. We laugh at each of our silly bloopers. Yoshi as expected take top spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJALFH7IBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GX115Ox36XA/s1600-h/DSC06610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJALFH7IBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GX115Ox36XA/s320/DSC06610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274348672702423058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJANS0rW_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9nPJ3G-3VdU/s1600-h/DSC06611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJANS0rW_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9nPJ3G-3VdU/s320/DSC06611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274348710739532786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJANoRfEZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6VGb4ch4kRk/s1600-h/DSC06606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJANoRfEZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6VGb4ch4kRk/s320/DSC06606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274348716497506706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Two. Is a more serious one. We want to challenge each other especially beating Oshin who threatened us being the only girl der. Saufi and Kalid surrender to Oshin midway thru the game. Yoshi oredi leading and impossible to slack down. It was left between me and Oshin to take 2nd spot. I had my final turn. We are tied on points. Many thots run into my mind. Should i gave her chance and let her take 2nd spot behind her 'hubby' or go for pride as a guy? I took 1st option and knock only 4 pins while Oshin turn after me manage to knock 9pins. She was happy like a kid get a sweet. Hahaha... Being good sport i congratulate her though. It was jus a game and having fun was our main objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJA2cbaoVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/z_Mbc7Kq9AE/s1600-h/DSC06612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJA2cbaoVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/z_Mbc7Kq9AE/s320/DSC06612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274349417692569938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJA2gmNtzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YJb0YKm3gec/s1600-h/DSC06609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJA2gmNtzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YJb0YKm3gec/s320/DSC06609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274349418811602738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to took some photo by Saufi who else. Next we lepak at the same spot chatting and smoking, laughing bout all the highlights during the game. Thank god at least ders something fun for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bid farewell to Oshin n Khai who later call us dey have prob exiting the carpark due to cashcard not enuf. Lol.. Sorry guys we are oredi otw to Simpang Bedok to fill our stomach. After our meal der we slack at East Coast till dawn around 6 and slowly made our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s dont u dare try to take advantage of my fwen after wat u did to others. we are close fwen but i know ur character well enuf and im juz protecting my fwen from being blinded by u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-6441378984074354266?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/6441378984074354266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=6441378984074354266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6441378984074354266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/6441378984074354266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/dull-at-start-full-at-end.html' title='Dull at the Start Full at the End'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STJALFH7IBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GX115Ox36XA/s72-c/DSC06610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-6440933558008258636</id><published>2008-11-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:19:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICES D&amp;D @The Legends FOrt Canning</title><content type='html'>Today have been i one of my memorable days during my attachment with ICES. We are fortunate enough to be in a period when they held their annual D&amp;amp;D. The event was held at "The Legends" which is at Fort Canning Hill. I earlier plan to meet Julie outside Park Mall and go der together. But i was a bit late and i was oredi prepare to get screwed by Julie. The next thing i knew Julie msg me saying dat she juz leave home. Lol... So i slowly ride my bike to Park Mall and wait her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before i move on, I wore an Ace of Spade White T-Shirt with a black vest covered over it, a black formal pants with a Royal Flush in front and a black smart shoes. And a chain with a '$' on it. The dress code theme was Casino so dats xplain why i dress like dat lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the scene, Julie arrived bout 20mins later after i arrived, actually not really 20 but i make it look she is damn late. Den we walk slowly to Fort Canning and once the lift door is opened, WHOA!!! Damn lots of people... We were like.. Who r dey? Can we find those who we knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much waiting, finally bout almost 8 we get to seat at our tables. The event was filled with games, video, performance, Lucky Draw and everything got to do with Casino. As the event gone by food was serve according to the COurse. Didnt manage to take the food before eaten coz we cant resist it.. THe food was outstanding i must say. Julie will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie left early and she miss the best among the rest. THe Dessert Cocktail... One of the best i have taste in my entire life.  I leave as soon as the FIrst Prize winner of the lucky draw was announce. Bid farewell to my colleague and slowly made my way back to my bike and home. Got to meet my gang at East Coast now.. Gtg cheers.... and check out this pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZFjssKNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pXRAdBw1cdA/s1600-h/Top2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZFjssKNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pXRAdBw1cdA/s320/Top2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742746923575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZG7pTMaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B1dgrs4nY0U/s1600-h/IMG_5955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZG7pTMaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B1dgrs4nY0U/s320/IMG_5955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742770531676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZGiTmRcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zUoAFTax-F4/s1600-h/IMG_5953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZGiTmRcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zUoAFTax-F4/s320/IMG_5953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742763729765826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZGQJD4MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NpAf2clfmg0/s1600-h/IMG_5966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZGQJD4MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NpAf2clfmg0/s320/IMG_5966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742758853730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZFyGqzQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kylVp2jGxkI/s1600-h/%40The+Legends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZFyGqzQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kylVp2jGxkI/s320/%40The+Legends.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742750790634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/STAZ2Cv1pYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gv76GMPK7Is/s1600-h/IMG_5958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SS-XJGA2uCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YPikOBk14mg/s320/P231108_021701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599871162955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SS-W029MylI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KukVI9o30Kw/s1600-h/P231108_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SS-W029MylI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KukVI9o30Kw/s320/P231108_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599523523709522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-3011415480214435803?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/3011415480214435803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=3011415480214435803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3011415480214435803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/3011415480214435803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-on-my-previous-post.html' title='Pictures on my previous post'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SS-W1PLDoHI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kXrtABIYoFA/s72-c/P231108_0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-4145573248476347307</id><published>2008-11-23T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:10:48.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Happening to me??!!</title><content type='html'>Hey.. long time neva hear from me yah.. okay been busy and my computer at home been given me all sort of problem.. and moreover ive been going out regularly nowadays. some times i didnt even went home. just need to spare some time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout dat i hav been doing my shopping, dinner, hangout and this is the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first gulp of 'Drink' yesterday at Bungy Bar. Thanks Eh Hafiz!! But it was juz try2 and juz to release my point of stress and confused life. Aniwae i'm not sure wat is the drink called. I was red bull mixed with some liquid smell like hacks according to hafiz and 1 glass of burburn coke (not sure it spells like dat).. It was so YUCKS!!! As usual i dont fancy into drinking just like clubbing as i did at MOS recently. And oh yah... we go mkn at Spizes at River Valley. Hafiz hav been good to me dis few days. Not sure why.. Mayb sumthing got into his head oredi. Okay next plan Zoukout. We all plan to go together.. Can u believe what i juz mentioned on my blog.. Im going to Zoukout! N im not sure wat is happening to me.... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N yah i been meeting some girls day by day closely. N i mean very close. None impress me to my liking dat much. It juz wasnt me like i use to before. I made dem look like a fool when i noe i was wrong. Stupid bitches.. Opps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N sorry no pictures for the drinking session yet. Will upload soon. Xinying faster can a not...&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kawan Kawan. Nama saya Xinying. Dat was cute... Hahahahahahaha...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-4145573248476347307?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/4145573248476347307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=4145573248476347307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4145573248476347307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/4145573248476347307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-happening-to-me.html' title='What is Happening to me??!!'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1545495482189987465</id><published>2008-11-14T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:48:43.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That explains It</title><content type='html'>Gosh this period is the busiest-es period i eva have. Early morning go work at Jurong, finish sumtimes go work at Pizza Hut. Almost everyday liddat. Task at work can also been seen oredi as the days gone by. Whoa!! Little did i know dat i work here for 3weeks oredi. Getting used to the environment was a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den during the weekends, spend time to help bro Sten to run the kendarat tingy. He desperately need manpower cos got 2-3 location. So since i got nuthing to do, i willingly burn my weekends der. And i still got the guts to karaoke a song at the end part of the event. Lol.. sungguh tak tau malu.. kekeke... Who cares my voice sux.. Besides not much people left. So that explains it. I am no Imran Ajmain. Im juz his unknown adik sdare lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae juz updating my life now. Im enjoying every bit of it. With the help from people all around me. N juz ignoring those persuasion from dat bi*c* mum to help her find her damn daughter. Cant she understand me. I oredi told her one day she will search high and low for her parents. I noe she is the mother but she hope and hope like ders no tomorow. Well all i can say and feel sorry for her. Help? Mayb but no forcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N im happy now making a lot of girl friends especially. Widening my range of opportunities. Still havent set any girls in my sight yet. Most importantly i respect dem n treat them equal. Erm who can it be.. Im still feeling doubtful. As it alwayz be coz i am very afraid of getting rejected again. For the 3rd time in my entire life out of..... ar.. cannot tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue here i juz realised. Too many friends also not good for health. Dunt really have time to spend for everyone. And some may say not fair.. Some dunt bother. Talk behind.. Some friends will look for u at hard times and lost when u have ur hard time or dey doesnt share their happy times. Sux rite... I know i didnt share the same interest like drinking, clubs, smoke, whack innocent girls but I was ur close friend during ur hard times. The one u turn to. And i didnt ask or expect for any return. REMEMBER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that guy who get rape by the White Tiger.. Hope ur dreams come true. Sucha Crazy fella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1545495482189987465?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1545495482189987465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1545495482189987465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1545495482189987465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1545495482189987465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-explains-it.html' title='That explains It'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4113779858354264971.post-1485536605237880648</id><published>2008-11-07T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:47:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment is fun afterall</title><content type='html'>Well it have been our 3rd week here at Jurong Island. And we oredi to start feeling the heat even though we sit under air-con throughout the day. Julie n me oredi plan how our proposal would be. Making a head start for our report.. In doing so we grab a camera there and start snapping pictures in this building and when we got bored, this is what we did. THIS IS WHAT WE CALL ATTACHMENT!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5U0IJGI/AAAAAAAAANY/BuDiiZgfT8w/s1600-h/Picture-933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265585260003337314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5U0IJGI/AAAAAAAAANY/BuDiiZgfT8w/s320/Picture-933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5eep3yI/AAAAAAAAANg/7dSkcyBO6jc/s1600-h/IMG-5693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265585262597627682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5eep3yI/AAAAAAAAANg/7dSkcyBO6jc/s320/IMG-5693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMeReG3C9I/AAAAAAAAANw/_23QU8g5OUc/s1600-h/IMG-5679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265585674814688210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMeReG3C9I/AAAAAAAAANw/_23QU8g5OUc/s320/IMG-5679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5gO7OaI/AAAAAAAAANo/LLxdgYTfnKk/s1600-h/structural-cracks-021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265585263068527010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5gO7OaI/AAAAAAAAANo/LLxdgYTfnKk/s320/structural-cracks-021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265586047387698178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMenKDMBAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/y1Ii09kqyvQ/s320/IMG-5694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265586045213048802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMenB8tf-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/teNgPQUHZGI/s320/IMG-5684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunt look like attachment i know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4113779858354264971-1485536605237880648?l=daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/feeds/1485536605237880648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4113779858354264971&amp;postID=1485536605237880648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1485536605237880648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4113779858354264971/posts/default/1485536605237880648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daretobeatthewave.blogspot.com/2008/11/attachment-is-fun-afterall.html' title='Attachment is fun afterall'/><author><name>his1510</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12714202306857926377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/Ses8YGa-KzI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPWgofjrHNs/S220/untitled10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcA1_pIZitI/SRMd5U0IJGI/AAAAAAAAANY/BuDiiZgfT8w/s72-c/Picture-933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
