<?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-7358567434690298204</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:11:47.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice His Fame</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-5887408335958608670</id><published>2008-07-09T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:22:47.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>09/07 to 18/07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the 'phase' that I had mentioned about. I definitely believe I'd have fun, although I know going in means leaving things behind, shifting my focus away just to fufil the darn government service. LoL. Gonna be back in 10 days. Well, Im looking foward to the marksman and the frag.g throwing event. *rubs hands in anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the all the 'goodbyes' and dinner(s). I know I will be away, but Im not away to die. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund Tan SW! Yes Sir!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walking around in a nice fitting white uniform.&lt;br /&gt;lol. Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Some things will change. Inevitable. I'd just hope it's the best out of choices. Time will tell for sure. Aye. I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-5887408335958608670?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/5887408335958608670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=5887408335958608670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/5887408335958608670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/5887408335958608670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/07/0907-to-1807.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-3296239967148315155</id><published>2008-06-21T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:32:29.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight from the Hubble</title><content type='html'>Picture yourself at a crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars, crowds, commotions at every corner of the street that you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Deafening concerts, loud posters, graffti, thick curtains of fumes, unremitting choir of honks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You screamed/shouted/covered your ears/shut your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you find yourself in a peaceful, tranquil scenery. No cars, no people. No pollution no nothing. It's just you, the rocks, the opiate sea, the hushing breeze and the rustling of crisp palm leaves. You began to stroll along a vast white beach. You wonder what kind of phenomenon has just struck you moments ago. Before you could even comprehend further, another stupendous, picturesque view unveils before your very eyes.... Slowly, you snug yourself between the lagoon rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just you.&lt;br /&gt;And the andante rolling sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you guys. Throughout my 1 week of away-from-home-at-genting-&amp;amp;-at-extreme-camp, Ive ENJOYED moments as such. You are on inevitable platforms.. School, work, high-level of fun and excitment, depression, disappointment, frustration, and the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prayed for peace and suddenly, it just hail as if it was answered immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the 'scenery'.&lt;br /&gt;I can even PROCLAIM that it beats all the swell times at the theme park, movies, shopping spree, extreme camp's skits, telematches and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple flight from the hubble.&lt;br /&gt;Wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-3296239967148315155?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/3296239967148315155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=3296239967148315155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3296239967148315155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3296239967148315155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/06/flight-from-hubble.html' title='Flight from the Hubble'/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-4841278105971763776</id><published>2008-06-15T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:10:08.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHATS UP EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's for the loud introduction. Yeah. I'm heading down to Genting from 16/6 to 18/6 and Extreme Camp 2008 from 19/6 to 21/6. It's gonna be a blast for the former man. Haha. Time to get together and enjoy thrills. Guys Gathering. Dont miss me. Kidding. My phone's still gonna be with me the entire week so, if anyone needs to contact me please use Da Pigeon. LOL. Just a joke. Please feel free to contact me. I'll be there to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Recently I've been thinking alot. No. Circumstances beget me to do so. The previous sermons about manhood and LOVE did cause a stir in my rigid opinions about some stuff. But eh, all's well. LOL. Just wanna type this out to remind myself. I have lots and lots of IDEAS &amp;amp; strategies. But if I dont plan it or take action, it will be nothing but a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Sad to say. Needless to say. A transistion is placed before me. It's like a porthole. I'm gonna partake it soon. When I'm out, I'm gonna love the NEXT world that's out of that porthole. Imagine. Let me illustrate for you folks. You're just an ordinary farmer's child, dwelling in a humble abode somewhere in the middle east. You were playing soccer happily with your village friends when the ball's being kicked deep into the forest. You hunt the ball yourself and suddenly, a magical porthole stands aloof before you. You stepped into the porthole, one foot in, glanced back at the far sight of your soccer friends and village. Next thing you know, you are already in the porthole. And out of the porthole, you see an urban landscape. Skyscrapers, bustily environment, something you never imagined in your entire life before. LOL. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be the child that takes the porthole to a new, fresh and tantalizing outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Thanks Jae. I owe you one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-4841278105971763776?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/4841278105971763776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=4841278105971763776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/4841278105971763776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/4841278105971763776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-up-everyone-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-7853282040827261272</id><published>2008-06-10T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:27:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today... lol.. Interesting as usual. Had a great dinner at MOS. Saw Yan Zhi's sister working at MOS. When yz and zl went to order, I was wondering why they took so long.. Approximately 10 minutes plus zzz. When it was jordan and my turn, no wonder.. 1 counter and a very LONG queue. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was then, after dinner, we snugged ourselves behind some sleazy 'ikea' chairs outside Coffee Embassy. Interestingly, I didnt expect activities @ CCs to be much of an enticement. It sort of lure us out, sitting still and watching all the action buzzing around. Wonder what we were watching? Firstly, some taekwondo lessons. Blackbelt instructors cornering around redbelts whilst the yellowbelts watch in enthusiasm. LoL. The thing works like a chronological order. Yellowbelts - 4 to 5 years old. Redbelts - 7 to 9 years old. Blackbelts - 18+. LOL. Anyway, they were just kicking here and there, probably in a spar or something. Heck. The real deal was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confident, neat and sharp basketball player. Funny thing is. He's INDIAN. But he has this sorta mixed Indian and Eurasian kinda look. Anyway, he's the best STREET basketball-er that I have ever seen in YEARS. For almost 30 mins of breathtaking spectation, I gaped in awe and cried 'Pawned. Pawned. Wow. Woah!' LOL. He's fast, swift, daring, bold, CONFIDENT, strong. But yeah, all the bballers are tall and skinny. He's got tattoos all over his body but who cares, as long as he plays like a king. LOL. Seriously, 5 players. He's akin to the rest of the 4 players' coach. "Cmon you guys play better!" "Cannot make it la. TRY AGAIN!" "Shoot la. Why do you have to QIE QIE to get the ball in you **%$*" Everything was great. Sans the vulgarities and borishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even up to a point. He took all 4 players by himself. He can dunk, he can jump, he's fierce. He's like a flying bullet annihlating all foes and rivals across the battlefield. Haha. Confident I must say. I respect him. All hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Did alot of stuff before &amp;amp; after. I cant rmb. All I know is I need my bed real quick. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Shoosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-7853282040827261272?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/7853282040827261272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=7853282040827261272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7853282040827261272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7853282040827261272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/06/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-3986595014802342267</id><published>2008-06-02T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:28:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Folks! Welcome to HarvestLife Church. My name's Edmund &amp;amp; I'm the host for tonight's show. Yeahhhhh. LOL. A cliche you might say? That's what's gonna happen on the 7th June. Nevertheless peeps, do bring your friends and all to join us for this wonderful event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. You can say this is the best event that Ive planned with Freda so far. Nah. I couldnt have done it with Jordan. So I'm here once again to thank my bro. Thanks yo. *Smack on the back* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna change my blogskin real soon. Look at it. I'm just feeling cramped and bored by black and white. I like the rockstar in the background thou. Just pushes me more for my dream. LOL. Kidding. Like what can a picture do to me -.- . Well. I'm going to suspend my lessons for 3 months till I complete BMT. Army stinks. :x No. It's gonna be a drift in the woods. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyone willing to be my punching bag? I'm getting annoyed these few days. Not to mention, after hearing pastor's sermon on manhood, I'm feeling 'remorseful'. Yeah. No link to the sermon but many things I would like to say but I prefer keeping my mouth shut. I'll work my frustrations through sports and QT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-3986595014802342267?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/3986595014802342267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=3986595014802342267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3986595014802342267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3986595014802342267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/06/folks-welcome-to-harvestlife-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-7593694667901022550</id><published>2008-05-27T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:05:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Hi. Hi. Probably this is going to be a blear post since I'm going KO anytime soon. lol. *Slumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. You guys should already know I'm leading PRAISE at Mid-week level. Let me tell you, it aint nothing like standing behind X-avier, comfortably nudged behind that marked space of mine and singing as a support vocalist. It felt weird seriously. And half of the time I'm just trying to think how should I PROMPT, MOVE, EXPRESS &amp;amp; 'POSE'. lolol. Right. I'll just imagine I'm a rockstar ehhh? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing, writing, composing musical pieces, playing the piano, singing, designing, planning..... I'm drifting so FAR away from the SCIENCE field and venturing, discovering my abilities and forte in the ARTS field. Zzzz. Man I should have just kicked EEE in the butt. *regrets*&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. I aint regretting anything. I'm just looking foward to work in a diversity of arts and science fields. Hybrid's better than specialist. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS.NS.NS. To be honest, I'm looking foward to everything AFTER NS, not NS itself. Well, at least I'm sure it will give me the body that I want. LOL. Okayokay. I'm too beat to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snores*&lt;br /&gt;Donkey &amp;amp; Twig? LOLOLOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-7593694667901022550?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/7593694667901022550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=7593694667901022550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7593694667901022550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7593694667901022550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-7486155355283808705</id><published>2008-05-13T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:21:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little bit of 'this' and a little bit of 'that' plus a moderate amount of 'those' with a dose of 'these' and I'm a model. LOL. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently met up with Zzl, Yan and Ken. You can say we didnt change. Still look like kids. LOL. Argh. I was telling Yan what's with our hormones. Maybe we should inject some growth hormones and start leaping like frogs and maybe we can all grow like Jack and the Beanstalk. The beanstalk. Not Jack. We met at MACs and started crapping around, liasing about our genting plans and then crapping again. It's fun luh. Afterall, what are friends for? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I'm more suitable for 'touch-and-go' tasks. Seriously, should i consider evangelism? LOL. Join Karen. Tsktsk. I enjoy making acquaintances, knowing the superficial side of them but the more I'm being pushed to follow up closely in detail, I lose the momentum and become.. stiff? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone open the windows please. It's stuffy in here. I need air.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-7486155355283808705?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/7486155355283808705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=7486155355283808705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7486155355283808705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7486155355283808705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-7269351493044280833</id><published>2008-05-04T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:29:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is a bygone (Readers please do not intepret as Baygone, the cockroach killing spray) knocking on my 'steadfast' door? It's like a malady creeping upon me once again. The same old dread that gripped me so tightly that I can hardly think. LOL. Okay. Not that exaggerating but, I cant seem to shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's this annoying hunch that made me into who I am today. Somehow I hold my stand more steadily, I clutch that oar so firmly that I'm determined to row all the way to 7th heaven. But, cmon, it's tiring. Seriously. Sometimes I just wanna quit and focus on my dreams and the things I wanna accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is there hearing me out everytime.&lt;br /&gt;God never'd forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;God showed me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? It's like telling yourself. "Hey, I'm not bad ya know? I'm gonna take a very good picture so that I can model someday." But in the midst of looking up to professional models, you dont see the flaw and hardwork they had dug in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure? No.&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-7269351493044280833?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/7269351493044280833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=7269351493044280833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7269351493044280833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/7269351493044280833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-diary-is-it-me-or-is-bygone.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-3165210540926958758</id><published>2008-04-29T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:43:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Love &amp; Love.</title><content type='html'>The beatitude of the holder lies in her eyes... To once I believed, loving her was a liberal education. Once a delicate and loving look turns to a ill and blank stare, leaves the phrase 'Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. ' such a meaningless blare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Heyy.. Erm.. You doing anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Nth much. Tv. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Oh.. Bored.. Kinda miss you too. So here I am. *smiles*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Hmm. This show's nice. Haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Ohhhh. What show? *shows enthusiasm*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Some girl likes boy, boy doesnt appreciates initially but in the end they're together again.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" I miss you... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Yup. Same here. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I go watch my show. Talk to you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Ohh. Okay.... Bye. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince charming with the glass shoe... Out looms an undaunted beauty, Cinderella herself in smutty raiment. A 'happily-ever-after' sought by many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you so..." My heart plunges into deep, intoxicating waters. Apprehension was concealed within bliss itself. "Will it leave one day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Done with my story. I'm open to other topics/genre. Tag me with any request of any story/short poem that you want. Perhaps for your loved ones or any occassion. Beep me for more information. -Edmund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I suck at writing 'ANGRY' novels if you know what i mean. So. No services for that genre. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-3165210540926958758?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/3165210540926958758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=3165210540926958758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3165210540926958758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3165210540926958758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-love-love.html' title='Love, Love &amp; Love.'/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-871133456688830509</id><published>2008-04-28T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:04:23.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. This is gonna be a boring post. I'm not that cruel to leave my dear diary dormant anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm. Right. Yesterday (Sunday) . Went WWW with Regina, Karen &amp;amp; Jordan. Yup. It's wild wild wet if you guessed correctly. It's wet. It aint wild. Somehow the rides dont really THRILL me anymore. Somehow the $4 discount didnt really mean anything and SOMEhow.. the sunburn was so uncalled for. Argh. I'll start lovin' you sunblock. Seriously. Prolly I'll wed you after i enter army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Regular folks: Gun = Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me (Unique personnel): SunBlock = Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heck. I'll buy some. LOL. Hmm. I've this revelation in me suddenly. Some people dont cherish things initially and later on realises it but it's all too late. Some people just treasure their 'treasure' so much that in the end they claimed 'treasure' as TRASH. Ironical huh. I tell you what . Both cases that I've mentioned are ungodly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Conclusion? Worldy traits and teachings = Pos. Piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The only solution is God Himself. Wanna know what has one size that fits all? God's word. Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Read it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-871133456688830509?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/871133456688830509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=871133456688830509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/871133456688830509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/871133456688830509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-3141538051080926070</id><published>2008-04-19T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:25:05.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I dont know how to thank you..." Her cloudy eyes shot right into mine. There was a long pause after which, a glistening trickle treaded her dark caverns and streamed along her finely shaped jawline. I couldnt help but look deeply into her thoughts. "Dont.. cry.. I.. " my voiced trailed as a distant hum interloped and shattered the silence. I turned and saw a cab halted just steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. I have to go.." She brushed passed me and whispered, "I'm really sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door drew shut and the vehicle tore away. At that junction, at that juncture, I was appalled. Moments ago seemed an infinity yet it mattered only seconds to resolve what was left puzzling me for months. "Okay. Everything's fine." Reassuring myself seemed the only way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Guess what? My running ideas always snap whenever there's a slightest distraction or when my ideas are too overwhelming, I cant settle for one. So there above, my crappy written story. Lousy plot and low-class content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, this 2 weeks's either gonna be very cluttered or as free as boredoom calls. B&amp;amp;J's have yet to get back to me and I'm gonna meet up as many old pals as possible during the 'awaiting-botak' period. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I look after I get out of a shower/swim/water. I duno. The remnants of the water marks and droplets somehow blend in with my skin color. Prolly my hair? I duno lol. Semi wet hair. The only thing that plagues the pulchritudinous image is my height. Argh. Okayokay :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much to blog thou. Stay tune for more updates. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-3141538051080926070?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/3141538051080926070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=3141538051080926070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3141538051080926070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3141538051080926070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-how-to-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-5976547301074921268</id><published>2008-04-14T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:26:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank God for revealing so many things through a simple 'Boy Meets Girl' book. It really shows us how we overstate and boast over romance and that 'we-should-be-able-to-handle-it' thinking. It's a very good book. Do read it. Thanks Regina, for lending me the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So many things can happen in a draw of a flash. I look around me, failed relationships here and there. False hopes, alloyed promises, failed expectations, etc. Even some I must admit, I have first-hand experience. LOL. Now, as I put together all the pieces of an unsolved mystery unto the question that asks, "Why did I failed in my past relationships?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was simple, I took charge and control, putting God aside. How foolish can that be when a creation tells the creator to back-off. "Hey God, I know this is for me. So let me do it." How can we (the creation) tell our creator that we know OURSELVES better than He does? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I used to tell Freda, "Hey, you're not being realistic." But now, as i pondered and contemplate, I concur that having a relationship in plans of reaching courtship and attaining engagement/marriage is the absolute quaintessence! I believe for our generation tainted with worldly ambitions and purposes, it's hard to say, "Oh. I know this is Godly and Holy, so I'll do His bidding and be obedient." Instead, we will debate, "Yeah, it's rightful but it's okay for me to side-track a little. Anyway, who doesnt sin?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My words to every young-to-be-concerned reader of this post to understand this well : Friendship is the plot of land that you purchase to build your relationship with your future partner. Make sure the land is flat so that the house is being built on a FIRM foundation. (Matthew 7:24, 25) . Next to proceed on with the steel skeleton structures, which is faithfully named TRUST. What simple term yet an agonizing side to struggle whenever situations approach. Once a trustworthy friendship is bridged, the bricks can start to pile their place. Bricks a.k.a. courtship is where you savour every step of laying brick after brick. Mind you, courtship doesnt mean you show 100% intimacy or risk falling into sexual sins that are undesirable. It takes a while for the bricks to be layered after layer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Still, it's far from marriage. From what I've gathered so far, that's what I could offer. Hope this helps/encourages/motivates someone, somewhere, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-5976547301074921268?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/5976547301074921268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=5976547301074921268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/5976547301074921268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/5976547301074921268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/firstly-i-would-like-to-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-8425629694874273653</id><published>2008-04-10T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:36:04.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/piano.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/piano.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a true music aficionado who loves many musical style and eras.You find music to be an escape. And you'd like to be relaxed and comfortable when you're making it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're very innovative, and you have a unique way of knowing what may sound beautiful.There's a strong possibility that you could compose some of your own work songs quite easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you have a lot of creative energy, you are also serious and conscientious.Your musical talent needs time, practice, and lots of privacy to flourish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your painstaking attention to detail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your natural tendency to be whimsical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woot.. I am what it says. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-8425629694874273653?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/8425629694874273653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=8425629694874273653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/8425629694874273653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/8425629694874273653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-true-music-aficionado-who-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-2456901943918104968</id><published>2008-04-09T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:52:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Started my day late again. I'm kinda always late for work. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Felt rather wacky today LOL. But to my disinterest, a pile of documents greeted me readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EDMUND!! SHRED ME PLEASE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*behind the curtains*&lt;br /&gt;"Rawr. Tear you to pieces. You horrid little things.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. Being lame. Had lunch with Xin Yi and her colleague. Her name's Ash. Cool huh? HAHA. "What's your name?" "Edmund. Yours?" "Ash.. Not cigar ash but Ashley Cole de Ash. *Blinks* " LOLOL. Haha I practically LOLed. Her friend owns a small eatery by philip street. So we went there. The queue was so long that it's impossible to lunch within the 1-hour break given. Luckily the eatery was her friend's, so we get to sit without queueing. LOL. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us ate fried rice. (Duno why I ate that). So we talked, chat. Ash's friend's a typical middle class Ah Beng :x Yeah. He will talk whilst having a cigaratte half smouldering away and he blew the smoke towards Ash's direction. Anyway, since Ash and her friend smokes, what gives? LOL. Me and Xin Yi were ... *trying to smile* while Ash and her friend blabbers away with some powderful hokkien rainbow rap. Rofl. When the rice came and we ate, Xin Yi was saying the rice didnt taste as nice as yesterday's. Ash said, "Who ask you today bring a shuai ge. My friend see le jealous, give you low standard fried rice." ..... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were talking then Ash's friend suddenly pop by and started chatting with Ash again. Then he looked at me, you arent Singaporean right? You japanese? LOL. Then they were saying I look like those japan anime characters. -.-zz. I told them i dont look like the anime characters. Probably it was my hair. "NONONO. You really look like the character blablabla. HAHAHA! Your eyes, your features, blablablabla."&lt;br /&gt;Then out of another BLUE whilst me and Xin Yi were talking nonsensical stuff like, "Eat what, why temple out of the street, why this why that."&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "You 2 v.pei."&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xin Yi: " O.O NO. " (Together, perfect timing.)&lt;br /&gt;Ash: *Laughs like duno what*&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xin Yi: "...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. The saddest thing was Ash's friend said we're siblings and that I'm Xin Yi's younger brother. Like WHAT?! "Or.. maybe.. Her kor kor? Didi? " LOLOL. ZZZ.. I look at Xin Yi, She looks at me.... NO. LOL. Yeah. I told XY prolly because she wore 'Ah-Soh' clothes + I was wearing T-shirt. That's why her friend commented that way. LOL. Even Ash said, "Eh XY, you arh.. Very ah soh. lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled throughout.. Just blending in once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash friend: "Oie. Hows the rice. HEHE."&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "Okay lor. Why so little?! *$*#*$*"&lt;br /&gt;A's F: "?! Lac lehh. My customers always say too much cant finish. You lidat.. Tmr i change HP no. alr la. "&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "As if i wanna go ur store lidat. KNS."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "HAHAHA. Joking nia la. *Returns tissue box to his car*"&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "OHHH. So that's ur car. TMD.  Feel like zha-ing (smashing) it."&lt;br /&gt;AF: "HAHA. *Takes out a wooden bat* O.O Wanna zha? LOL. LAI LA!"&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "HAHAHAHAHA. Think I dont dare? HAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; XY: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol. Seriously, it's enjoyable to see friends crapping away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I'm back at office. Doing some type-writing. You know those obsolete typewritters? Yeah I'm using one of them. LOL. Yupyup. Gonna do a mail delivery to plaza 2.&lt;br /&gt;Tht's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Japan Anime....&lt;br /&gt;Ash: "Dont mind right. I cut your hair. Mwahahahaha."&lt;br /&gt;Me: ".... *Smiles with a hidden knife*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-2456901943918104968?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/2456901943918104968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=2456901943918104968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/2456901943918104968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/2456901943918104968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-3938733878087726820</id><published>2008-04-08T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:48:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot. Last week of work. To tell you all the truth, I cant wait for this to end and get another job. LOL. Seriously there's a limit to what I can learn here but it's not bad of an experience thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've got roughly a box filled with paper and files to be shredded. That's like. Hmmm.. *Estimates* A good long 1 hour of standing and shredding lol. I told carol, why dont they hire someone to SHRED since they have like rooms of data/documents to destroy. She just looked at me and laughed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Edmund! Come! Go ask the receptionist for 2 AA batteries. GO! Dont have dont come back. HEHE." -.-" So i went down to 25th with 2 Duracell AAs like an idiot. Luckily it struck me to call Xin Yi to help instead :x (She's an ex-receptionist). In the end to no avail la. So i went up. Guess what? Carol already has batteries. She laughed, "Haha. Why never charm the receptionist girls for batteries? HAHA." Zzzzz. Thanks ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for another lonely lunch. I cant figure out who to go out with so I rather eat myself. It will take me more effort to blend in with those 'lawyers' THAN to tolerate eating alone. LOL. So I picked the latter. Queued 15mins at a malay chicken rice store. When it was my turn, I asked, "Can I have chicken cutlet set?" "Sold out" "How about mushroom chicken?" "Sold out" "zZz. How about chicken mayo?" "Sold out" "WHAT DO YOU HAVE?!?!" LOLOL. I literally raised my voice but in a nice pose I smiled waited. The expressionless malay auntie just pointed to 3 sets and said, "The ones you've ordered are SOLD OUT." Ohhh. How lucky am I. -.-zzz. So i got black pepper chicken instead. Porr porrr. -.-zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patronized the soya bean stall. Again the uncle mistaken me for a lady. Shucks. I think I seriously need to get a haircut. Xiao jie Xiao jie. What the. I'm a MAN for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munching session..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Where's my spoon. Darn. No spoon. How to eat. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-3938733878087726820?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/3938733878087726820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=3938733878087726820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3938733878087726820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/3938733878087726820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-6637367284502288170</id><published>2008-04-06T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:33:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do people think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND how do you want them to think of you in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. These 2 questions struck me like a bowling ball at the pins. You shuddered for a moment before putting down serious considerations over these 2 points. That's what maggie, my vocal teacher expresses. She points down that people thinks of her as a optimist, a LOUD person, and a longwinded vessel. Yet what she WANTS people to think of her as a definite optimist and an encourager, a LOUD person but influences positively, and a vessel but of a caring and concerned individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring high as a cutting edge above the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all thought of such evaluation before? Haha. I think not. The way we carry ourselves in marketplaces and hubs will deter where we stand, how many FRIENDS we have and our climb up the social ladder. Amidst all of our hectic and routinely schedule, sometimes we fail to nuture our own EQ and AQ. Like what the bible said, God intends us for the frontline, upfront, and all the way to the frontier. But ultimately the choice rests upon us to decide from either an uprising roar or a disappointing laid-back slouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the modern context, being the creame de la creame or simply the best can easily identify your goals as a 'notorious' one. Maggie said if you're purely the 'good-man' in society, you wont even be a tad close to the frontier. Soft? Play safe? Contained in a box? We're talking about being expressive, taking risks, taking the lead and BE the facilitator instead of being facilitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how firm are you in determining the underlying perspectives that the people around has about you? What a difference it makes when you BOTHERED to put yourself in other people's shoes instead of firing opinions away like ARROWS for a bull's eye, but in this relation, all the arrows missed the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to crap again. LOL. Anyway, the above's just my personal overview about making a difference when it comes to being a cutting edge amongst the rest. Dont be shocked if you arent used to Edmund Tan expressing his views in this way. Just that I didnt bothered to type it out or shared it then. Okay. The future is what we want to achieve. But, dont forget your sole purpose ALONGSIDE the pursue of being a cutting edge.. to fufil His will. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-6637367284502288170?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/6637367284502288170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=6637367284502288170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/6637367284502288170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/6637367284502288170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-people-think-of-you-and-how-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-6198286860705214221</id><published>2008-04-04T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:57:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grow hair grow. Grow hair grow. Sheez.&lt;br /&gt;People say hair's a person's confidence. I agree. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work's still sucha routine. You reach the building, you exchange ur IC for the pass, then you proceed to take the first elevator, then the second elevator, then finally walk a corner and about a stone throw away is my office. Khattar Wong. Sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot to do. You could go from packing boxes, searching for files like miserable pins in a bed of coral weed, print documents like "Oi who's hogging the darn printer." , and even filing simple stuffs. Anyway, everytime you hear the printer go beep beep beep, you know it's Edmund Tan printing. I hated it. Paper jam, run out of paper, etc. It's like I'm packing boxes for life and Xin Yi's moving books and typing for life. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadnt brought enough for lunch. Only the jingling coins resounded when I shook my wallet hard. So I had to tell Jonathan and Xin Yi that I cant join them for lunch. In the end Xin Yi packed for me. Waited for my HELP package for 1 hr 30 mins before I could pacify my stomach. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked and worked at a slow pace since there's nothing much to be done anyway. Took mrt with XY and went straight for church rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow hair grow. Grow hair grow.&lt;br /&gt;Darn will I ever get to endorse a hair product someday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (:  Trust black. Forget Hair Loss. The new and improved. TakeItAll Hair Tonic! Now available in stores wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZzZzZzZzZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-6198286860705214221?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/6198286860705214221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=6198286860705214221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/6198286860705214221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/6198286860705214221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/04/grow-hair-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-8405576144641148022</id><published>2008-03-28T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:10:27.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something 'interesting' to share since I have got nothing better to do now. Why not blog? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First was around 12.30pm. I called Jonathan (RJ Intern) and said. "12.50pm? Lunch? Today I will join you guys for sure." Later at 12.48pm. Manager : "10 copies each please. 22 Files. By 2pm. NOW!" So I had over a thousand pages to photocopy. 10 sets! That's ridiculous. So last minute. In the end, Daniel (Manager's slave) ranted ... F***!!!! LOL. I was annoyed but I didnt blow up like dan. Anw. I had to sms Jonathan again saying gonna miss lunch once AGAIN. -.-zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So went to buy lunch. Solotime! (Great -.-zz) . Went to 3rd floor golden shoe mart. I had it with eating there, the crowd, the stupid 'use-tissue-chop-seat' rule. So i patronised this economical rice store. When it was my turn.. The auntie looked at me and said, "Xiao jie, Ni yao she me?" I was startled and I didnt utter anything till 5 or 7 seconds later in a low voice.. " Wo yao... " LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back at office. The aunties complained: "The stupid guys use tissue to chop seats. ARGH *$#(*$#!" Lol. Told ya. I'm not the only one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh ya.. I'm seriously missing out vitamins. Been eating meat and all since yesterday lol. Just now bought my rice without vege zz (How could i ever missed out the greens?!?!) Anw, just to aggravate everything, my dessert is Oreo McFlurry. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vitamins! Eat you tmr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright, that's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-8405576144641148022?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/8405576144641148022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=8405576144641148022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/8405576144641148022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/8405576144641148022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-interesting-to-share-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-2674598298894929379</id><published>2008-03-27T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:44:58.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today... As usual.. Work was pretty mundane.. But I'm trying to learn as much as I could given the simple workscope as an admin. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's talk abit about work. So every lunchtime it's me,myself and MacDonalds. I kinda find it more like Rubber burgers and cardboard fries. But I absolutely adore the ice cream there. It's the best I think they have to offer. LOL. Supposingly meeting Jonathan, the RJ Intern guy and his team of 'lawyers'. Shucks. Luckily I had no problems communicating with him. Pretty open. I still remembered... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "Hey Hi! Doing temp?"&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: "Oh yes Hi, You? I'm doing intern since Jan. Oh I tell you.. This firm's great. Not like those big law firms. I'm writing reports, attending to some cases, bla bla bla.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ohh wow. Haha. *I thought i just said Hi* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well! Sucha responsive person, should be easy to outreach.. I'll keep my fingers crossed during lunch breaks from now on. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys! Heard of Golden Shoe Carpark Market? The food's great. The people who patronize the place isnt. Remember the 'use-tissue-chop-seat' method as shown on TV? Seriously.. I think these people who think a pack of tissue/cigaratte box/newspaper can CHOP seats needs to be taught a lesson lol. I recalled. First/Second day of work. Me and Huiting were squeezing our way through the tuna crowd when we spot 2 seats. My eyes glittered and I made a beeline for the seats. But as I got closer and got a better view.. Guess what? 2 Beautex(s) had already been 'sitting' on the seats. zZz. Very considerate. I told huiting that it was an utter disbelieve to have such rules roaming Singapore food centres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ehh. Singaporeans! Way to go lehh. -.-zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, shall continue blogging tmr... Something interesting happen please. It's such a boredoom here. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-2674598298894929379?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/2674598298894929379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=2674598298894929379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/2674598298894929379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/2674598298894929379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-4032774031434484814</id><published>2008-03-25T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:40:23.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first blog post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha. Anyway, I never liked to blog and I never believed that thinking and 'talking' to a virtual machine is interesting. But still, all thanks to her that I 'might' change this old mindset. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It all explains la. An old hard-covered book, tattered and torn pages, peculiar scent and "Dear diary" (s) . Haha. A girl who had a long day at school, returns home and heads straight to the bed with her companion - Diary. "Dear diary, Today i had school. School was fun. I've learnt C, R, A and P! Goodbye! *Signs off* " Get the picture? HAHA. Okayokay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not much today. I skipped work for the first time. Yay. Supposed to had many things scheduled to do but in the end I kinda lost track. Lol. Shall blog more when i get the "Dearest diary" momentum kay? *scoffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and not forgetting... Thanks a bunch Syl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-4032774031434484814?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/4032774031434484814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=4032774031434484814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/4032774031434484814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/4032774031434484814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog-post-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358567434690298204.post-1507940316960245660</id><published>2008-03-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:47:17.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mic testing 1,2,3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358567434690298204-1507940316960245660?l=voicehisfame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/feeds/1507940316960245660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358567434690298204&amp;postID=1507940316960245660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/1507940316960245660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358567434690298204/posts/default/1507940316960245660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voicehisfame.blogspot.com/2008/03/mic-testing-123.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03828769556837069854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
