<?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-8181610</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:55:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blogs, my way, my life..</title><subtitle type='html'>who i am reflects pretty much on how i present my blogs to the world. read on and listen to that little voice whispering to your ear - bienvenue!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115890547448233658</id><published>2006-09-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:16:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>比较</title><content type='html'>人始终会有一天那别人来和你比较。原因很简单。&lt;br /&gt;因为当你跟一个人相处的太久的时候，同时也会&lt;br /&gt;把你不好的一面看到一清一楚。到最后，就会把&lt;br /&gt;你放在其他人的角度来做比较。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不晓得这是不是一个很自然的做法。只是觉得&lt;br /&gt;这样做是不对的。朋友就是一个最好的比较。&lt;br /&gt;可能朋友不是一个你每一天都会遇到的人。或者&lt;br /&gt;久久看一次。好的一面一定会看到完。可是不好&lt;br /&gt;的一面，请问一下。会看到吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我在想。和一个你每天都会见到的人，真的&lt;br /&gt;需要这样来做比较吗？值得用那么直接的话来说&lt;br /&gt;出口吗？有一些人是永远都不会明白，当一些话&lt;br /&gt;说出来的时候，是多么的通，多么的难受。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来，为某一些人准备做的一些计划，真的真的&lt;br /&gt;都比不上一般好朋友。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115890547448233658?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115890547448233658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115890547448233658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115890547448233658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115890547448233658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='比较'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115885646027016310</id><published>2006-09-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:34:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless..</title><content type='html'>Great to know how I actually got myself stuck with &lt;br /&gt;problems in one day. How I got myself stuck with the &lt;br /&gt;phrase no one understands me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if leaving everything behind and &lt;br /&gt;walk away from problems will make things better. &lt;br /&gt;No, it won't. I will have to explain. Explainations. &lt;br /&gt;Suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to go out and drive up to the highest hill &lt;br /&gt;and lie down. Perhaps the stars above me would listen &lt;br /&gt;to my sighs and problems. Perhaps picking up a stone &lt;br /&gt;next to me and talking to it makes me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in me is like blocked. I breathed hard every &lt;br /&gt;after one minute. All I can do is to listen to the same &lt;br /&gt;song repeatitively to make myself feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why when people say leave me alone helps. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help at times. Like now. I have no one to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;No one to listen to me. Worse of all, I don't even feel like &lt;br /&gt;talking after reading some messages. Sometimes people tends &lt;br /&gt;to write stuff that hurts without realising. Do I go up to &lt;br /&gt;them and say, "Hey, you just hurt me with your words just &lt;br /&gt;now" - Do you think they care? No. Everyone has to live with &lt;br /&gt;their own reasons. Including me. Yeah, maybe I don't own the &lt;br /&gt;whole world when I'm in a dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. All my mistakes leads to only one &lt;br /&gt;conclusion and there's no turning back. I just have to &lt;br /&gt;live with it and listen to words and examples that hurts. &lt;br /&gt;Why must it be that group of friends? Why can't it be &lt;br /&gt;other groups? Why must that group always be the main &lt;br /&gt;examples? Why, why, WHY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of driving out and expose myself to risks of &lt;br /&gt;having to step hard on the accelerator. I choose to blog. &lt;br /&gt;It's like talking to the wall. Just that your fingers &lt;br /&gt;doing the work. And you get to read and read and think. &lt;br /&gt;What have I done wrong? I don't even deserve a chance to &lt;br /&gt;make it up to anyone! I have to deal with problems inside &lt;br /&gt;and outside the family. Don't I deserve a choice to choose &lt;br /&gt;not to discuss anything, yet?! I have to suck up to all the &lt;br /&gt;problems and dilemmas that I'm having all by myself. Yes, &lt;br /&gt;I chose that. All I get in return is a few lines of &lt;br /&gt;hit-directly-to-the-heart words. Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. Maybe I deserve all these. I even chose &lt;br /&gt;to face them alone instead of taking you along. Yeah, maybe &lt;br /&gt;no one understands me. No one. Not even you. I'm just mad. &lt;br /&gt;Mad at what? Myself? Yeah, maybe. I don't mean to offend &lt;br /&gt;anyone. But who am I supposed to turn to?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. Out of the sudden I feel like I'm the only one &lt;br /&gt;left in this world. Together with melodies that flows in me.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm me down. Breathing hard in hopes that the &lt;br /&gt;dilemmas would just leave.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. restless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115885646027016310?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115885646027016310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115885646027016310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115885646027016310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115885646027016310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/09/restless.html' title='restless..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115885155977712914</id><published>2006-09-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:12:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Gap</title><content type='html'>I always told myself, maybe one day when you get old,&lt;br /&gt;when you have your own children, you might think like&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom. But I never think that way when it comes &lt;br /&gt;to cars and gadgets, the things which I like. I know &lt;br /&gt;if my son or daughter have the same interests as I am,&lt;br /&gt;they will enjoy talking about them with me. And I can &lt;br /&gt;tell them what I did when I was their age, how I make &lt;br /&gt;myself feel satisfy looking back at the things which &lt;br /&gt;I have done. The self-satisfaction factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have that kind of discussions with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;Cos they don't have the same interests as I am. They &lt;br /&gt;don't like cars. Why? They think it's a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;I agree to this. But sometimes people work to eat, work &lt;br /&gt;to play harder. Whatmore, investing something on their &lt;br /&gt;interests? Yes, it's true that the car you drive and the &lt;br /&gt;way you modify it reflects who you are. But that doesn't &lt;br /&gt;mean you're a rascal, that doesn't mean you're someone &lt;br /&gt;bad. Everyone has different tastes and point of view towards&lt;br /&gt;certain things. Everyone has the right to say it's nice&lt;br /&gt;or not. Everyone deserves the right to voice out their &lt;br /&gt;opinions. Just as long as you yourself think it's okay and &lt;br /&gt;you feel okay with it. It really doesn't matter what other&lt;br /&gt;people says or comments, right? It's just like when you &lt;br /&gt;think this shirt looks nice and you decided to buy it. &lt;br /&gt;A friend walked over and say, "Hey, I don't think this &lt;br /&gt;shirt looks nice on you" - So, you get offended and decide &lt;br /&gt;not to wear it ever again? That's bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look nice on it, and I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I will think like my parents. Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;will, maybe I won't. Savings and studies plan for my children?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I will. I guess I won't prohibit my children to get &lt;br /&gt;a black car when they're 18. I mean, if it's a dangerous color&lt;br /&gt;why would government even bother to pass them? These are all &lt;br /&gt;man-made comments. Saying black car is dangerous at night cannot&lt;br /&gt;see, yadda yadda yadda. I think it's cool. Anyway, does that mean&lt;br /&gt;modding a black car to look more extreme reflects the driver &lt;br /&gt;as a bad person? I noticed I've repeated this question the second&lt;br /&gt;time. I just can't get them out of my head, yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't alright, IT DOESN'T. It's just human nature for &lt;br /&gt;people who likes cars to mod them, whatever ways they want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many parents are there who supports their kids to mod cars? &lt;br /&gt;Not many. If so, why bother putting bodykits and rims and bigger&lt;br /&gt;tyres? If you don't even like modding cars, why bother thinking&lt;br /&gt;of ways to make your car looks nice? Might as well just leave it &lt;br /&gt;STOCK? You can't. Humans are made to think. They just won't stop &lt;br /&gt;thinking until something came up and satisfy them. Regardless of&lt;br /&gt;how old they are. We are all humans. The only difference is just &lt;br /&gt;because of our Generation Gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. I will sleep the pain away tonight. Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115885155977712914?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115885155977712914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115885155977712914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115885155977712914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115885155977712914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/09/generation-gap.html' title='Generation Gap'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115873091767198975</id><published>2006-09-20T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:41:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a rip off..</title><content type='html'>It's a real pain in the ass when you have all the will and efforts&lt;br /&gt;to write songs which you think is good, but in the end turned &lt;br /&gt;out to be something not. In my case. Yeah, I wrote a song just&lt;br /&gt;two nights ago. I think it's pretty good. Could be a hit in the future&lt;br /&gt;until I listened to my ipod and found out that the chorus turned &lt;br /&gt;out to be exactly the same, with another song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A RIP OFF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. totally stunned. I like this song too. Apparently, I kept&lt;br /&gt;listening to it sometime ago so I guess it just came out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;when I was strumming the guitar. Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to the composer of that song. She's my friend too. &lt;br /&gt;Did a great job composing. Since it's already published. I guess &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the lyrics. Continue with it. Find a better melody for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will! Muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115873091767198975?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115873091767198975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115873091767198975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115873091767198975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115873091767198975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-rip-off.html' title='what a rip off..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115375593573759953</id><published>2006-07-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T01:36:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Unexpected Activities</title><content type='html'>Haha. Alright. I admit my days of boredom are coming really fast and often. Haha. Okay, let me tell you how it's like. I often go lunch alone. I mean ALONE. Have you ever eaten any meals in KFC alone? Isn't that sad? Haha. Okay, this is acceptable. But not THIS! Unlocking your car and starting the engine not knowing where you're going next. Haha. Yeah, it happened to me. I didn't know which road to take nowadays and I just drive along its way, along the highway. I miss my days with Aoyama's, Greenroom's, DVD's  watching and tapaoing foods back to eat! *Hmmph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the other day after recording I didn't know where to go.. as usual. Haha. I drove along the highway's and without realizing I'm already in KL. Only then I realised I've to go pre-order a Mac forLing. Yeah. It's beautiful. Nice work from Mac. Damn it, I want one too! But I've got savings to do. Bah.. Potong steam. After I settled the matter, I walked around Low Yat and bumped into Sien Jie, Batman and Irene. Before that I called Danone and Cyanivan to meet up. They were on their way at that time. So I waited for them with the gang. Chatted a lot too. Feels good. I'm not alone. Haha. After a while, Cyanivan and Danone reached and we sat for a while before we left to Sg. Wang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of walking around with buddies really makes darn a lot of difference. I mean yeah I've got some other buddies but heck they won't do the things we did! Muahaha. We were walking along shops until we saw these BIG machines with toys in it. These capsules used to be very small and it only costs like 20 cents for one. Now it's RM8! Expensive yet.. tempting. Haha it's hard to resist the temptation. Hard. We changed our tokens and walked around to see which one to get. Doraemon. The best choice. Wonderful. There's a total of 6 characters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon in Red&lt;br /&gt;Doralin&lt;br /&gt;Nobita&lt;br /&gt;Sinyu&lt;br /&gt;Giant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danone said something and it goes like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: You put token la. If you put, I put! &lt;br /&gt;E: Okay ah. You say gah. I put you put! *walking towards machine already*&lt;br /&gt;C: I did this before. Not bad geh. Not bad geh.&lt;br /&gt;D: *do funny face*&lt;br /&gt;E: *puts the token in and rolled the button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big capsule came out with a red figurine. It's a Red Doraemon! Not bad for a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danone went second and got a Doralin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;C: ....... *burst out laughing!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyenivan didn't want to at first until both me and Danone brainwashed him to get one. His resistance towards our pursuations weren't that strong so he went and get one too. Tadaa! He got himself Sinyu. Something different. We looked at those capsules like kids, yes. Like KIDS. Then we started challenging each other to get another one. Babi. Okay, we changed tokens once again and this time the results weren't as bad. Danone got himself Giant and me, unbelievable.. Nobita! Haha! Wonderful. Having me and Danone looking at each other, we both stared at Cyenivan. The pursuations continued against him. Hehe. He resisted. This time he resisted even harder. Not bad. But the resistance didn't last for long. We went up to a higher level to avoid the machinese but it was fate, it was fate that brought us there. The were even more machines this time! Muahaha. Cyenivan's resisntancy fell apart this time and he had to roll another capsule from the machine. Just so that we will have 2 capsules each. In addition, we only have one more Doraemon in Blue to collect. Cyenivan changed tokens and put them into the machine. He rolled the button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trraaaaaaaakkkkk" - the capsule came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a Blue Doraemon, but Doralin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;E: ........ *burst out laughing hard!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. The kid's having fun day in Sg. Wang. Muahaha. It was fun! I like it. Looking forward to another fun and adventurous outing like this. WE ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115375593573759953?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115375593573759953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115375593573759953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115375593573759953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115375593573759953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-unexpected-activities.html' title='A Day Of Unexpected Activities'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115277185567514090</id><published>2006-07-13T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:24:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Paranoid-less</title><content type='html'>Paranoid is a very scary word. Sometimes you wouldn't even know how to differenciate between rights and wrongs. What to trust and what not to trust. Yadda yadda. But I'm glad there are still solutions out there to overcome this fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to words and reading messages calms me down. So it makes the paranoid feeling go away. To those who often have this problem, I suggest you talk more. Talk to different people. Listen to songs. Sleep. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already found mine, where's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115277185567514090?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115277185567514090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115277185567514090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115277185567514090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115277185567514090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-paranoid-less.html' title='Being Paranoid-less'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115272078550168032</id><published>2006-07-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:18:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Paranoid</title><content type='html'>Used to wonder how it feels to be paranoid. Well, wondering too much gives you results. I know how it feels now. Haha. Paranoid is defined as feeling afraid or suspicious of other people and believing that they are trying to harm you, in a way that is not reasonable. I used to tell my friends how wrong it is to not think reasonably. Somehow, things happens and people can just talk without no reasons and things become harsh. Bla bla yadda yadda.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could just continue living my life without needing to think so much of the past sometimes. Allowing only the good and sweet ones and erased those bad and bitter ones. Heck, life wouldn't be so hard if that can be done, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sleeping myself away is one of the best choice to make. Goodnight people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115272078550168032?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115272078550168032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115272078550168032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115272078550168032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115272078550168032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-paranoid.html' title='Being Paranoid'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115263299775147692</id><published>2006-07-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:39:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gnomes</title><content type='html'>In a land far, far away from Mars. A place they call Earth, lies a garden full of gnomes. The gnomes community has been staying strong for centuries. Every gnomians in GnomerLand work hard making their garden beautiful and healthy. All the flowers and trees were planted and carefully taken care. Of course, all fairy tales has it's story. This one is not excluded. The story begins when a hero of GnomerLand village appears. His name is Gno-meerik. Gno-meerik is a very hardworking gnome and his work is to protect gnomians of his homeland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while Gno-meerik was patrolling around his village he saw a she-gnome planting flowers outside her garden. She hummed and danced gracefully while she was watering her flowers. Gno-meerik felt love at first sight for the first time. He climbed up the tree and started to quietly admire the she-gnome. The tree sensed Gno-meerik's love in the air and purposely sneezed to catch the she-gnome's attention. Gno-meerik fell down the ground with a loud thump! The she-gnome heard Gno-meerik's fall and ran out to see if he's alright. Gno-meerik's face blushed immediately to see the she-gnome standing in front of him asking if he's alright. Gno-meerik nodded his head and smiled. The she-gnome then introduced herself as Sho-yooyi. Both the gnomians chatted and got to know each other. Every after each day, they became closer and closer. Feelings start to grow from both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when every gnomians in the village starts to feel happy, the sky turned dark and stormy and blew off every single flower and tree plantations. Then a big typhoon appeared out of nowhere blowing everyone away from each other. Who could stop such big natural disaster? Gno-meerik tried his best to save every gnomians to a safer place. However, he couldn't find Sho-yooyi to save. Gno-meerik searched everywhere for her in every corner. Still, no results to be seen. He searched harder but only to discover her black and white hairband. By the time he found it, the disaster disappeared like magic. Gno-meerik couldn't believe his eyes. He felt so disappointed in himself. He saved every gnomians in the village except for Sho-yooyi. Now that she's gone. Leaving only her hairband to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gno-meerik felt ever-so-lonely from that day onwards. Gno-meerik never gave up. He kept searching for her high and low. In hopes that one day she will return to GnomerLand, by his side.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115263299775147692?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115263299775147692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115263299775147692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115263299775147692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115263299775147692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/07/gnomes.html' title='The Gnomes'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115100198195486405</id><published>2006-06-23T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:46:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, I'm Blogging, Wonders..</title><content type='html'>The feeling of blogging when it's raining is really, again, indescribable. It's 2.34am now. I should be sleeping. But the raindrops outside my window makes me wonder. Sitting in front of my beautiful, clear LCD and listening to the PC's fans whirring.. makes me wonder even more. Plus, the wonders of Internet. Haha. Alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we should be feeling really glad that everything around us has changed so fast compared to the olden days. We don't have Internet. We don't have hi-technology stuffs. The rain is still the same. Only difference is that.. what we have back then is more natural, less complicated and well, happier. Not saying we're not happy now but it felt less natural, more complicated and erm.. artificial happiness? Haha. I'm just thinking. Don't shoot me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably we should just get use to the surroundings around us. Everything seems to be drastically changing nowadays. Even humans, sometimes. It's hard for us to stay the same, somehow. I mean, maybe I'm changing, in a way, hopefully to a better person. I believe I can, haha. Sometimes people think too much, they forget who they are deep inside. Being suspicious can be good, but not too suspicious. Haha. What, am I trying to speak like a philosopher? Nah, I'd shop better at Philosophy than being a philosopher. Muahaha. My ulcer's killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain will make me sleep better tonight. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115100198195486405?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115100198195486405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115100198195486405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115100198195486405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115100198195486405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-raining-im-blogging-wonders.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, I&apos;m Blogging, Wonders..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115082331540679687</id><published>2006-06-21T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:19:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke, Insult?</title><content type='html'>The time ticked itself as 12.48am. Wednesday 21st June 2006. Time flies. Okay, I didn't really thought of blogging until I read something online. You know, the feeling of reading something that triggers your mind way back to when it happened, really felt funny. A bit &lt;strong&gt;heartache&lt;/strong&gt; too. Here's what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a radio interview way, way back then. Yeah yeah, eventually some questions came and we had to answer it. Pop, something came out of my mouth and seriously.. it was a &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt;! No kidding! Totally, just a joke. I admit that it was kinda rude letting it out but heck, I didn't mean it! I explained and well, although he gave me the feeling that he's not listening.. I thought deep down inside he did accepted my apologies, somehow.. All went well until 10 minutes ago. I felt &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I stress it again. It was a joke. Didn't know it made it to the &lt;strong&gt;INSULT LIST&lt;/strong&gt;. Come on. You can't put a joke and &lt;strong&gt;assume&lt;/strong&gt; it's an insult, can you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oxford Dictionary says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt; • verb /insult/ speak to or treat with disrespect or abuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  • noun /insult/ 1 an insulting remark or action. 2 a thing so worthless or contemptible as to be offensive: the pay offer is an absolute insult.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;• noun 1 a statement made or short story told in order to cause amusement. 2 a trick played for fun. 3 informal a ridiculously inadequate or inappropriate thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;strong&gt;difference? &lt;/strong&gt;If I purposely made a joke out of that, yeah I guess it was very wrong of me to say that. But I explained. It came out with no other &lt;strong&gt;intention&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly, I really thought you've gotten &lt;strong&gt;over it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to make a big fuss out of this but I think I deserve the right to speak for myself. Hope you understand :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115082331540679687?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115082331540679687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115082331540679687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115082331540679687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115082331540679687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/06/joke-insult.html' title='Joke, Insult?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-115017942664004895</id><published>2006-06-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:17:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Is Important and Interesting</title><content type='html'>It's a Tuesday and I've been sleeping a lot. Haha. If it's not because I've to fetch my bro from tuition. I'd be sleeping the whole day. SO I got up this morning and fetched bro home. Had some breakfast and watched The Avengers. Very nice cartoon :) It's a full one hour plus movie. Interesting. Until sis tuned into Starworld and even got myself into watching a very interesting show. The Oprah Winfrey Show. Today's topic is all about health. Here's something new I learnt from the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 types of poos. Poos mean shit. Waste. Things which comes out from your bowel, also known as 'dubur' in Malay. One of my favourite word to say. D-U-B-U-R. Nice. Okay. Here's the catch. One is known as the S-type. Curvy type. The other one is seperated types. Not curvy type. But rocky. Haha. Okay here's another way of describing it. The S-type poo wouldn't cause loud splashing sound when you release it to the toilet bowl. It will make a 'swooooosh' noise the minute it reaches the water surface, then to the bottom. Haha. Okay, the rocky type, however, makes a very loud 'tuuuumm' noise when it reaches the water surface. Now, which is good and which is bad? The S-type is good and the rocky type is bad. The S-type poo shows that you have good digestive system thus, creating a well formed poo from your digestion. This is healthy. The rocky type on the other hand, means the otherwise. Now, if you were to release poos that are rocky type. Drink more water and try going to the toilet at least once every fortnight. Going to the toilet only once a week is seriously, damaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing about health which I have learned today is about cancer and high blood pressure. Okay. This is gonna be short. So finish reading this before going to the toilet hehe. Do you know that fruits with potasiums can fight high blood pressure? Fruits like banana, watermelon, baked potato with skins and avocado fights high blood pressure. The reason, simply because it contains potasium. Next, coffee. What do you guys think about coffee? It's mainly known as a drug. Muahaha BUT check this out. Coffee actually fights cancer, Alzheimer and Parkinson's disease! So, go Starbucks or Coffee Bean often! Keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there you go. Some interesting facts about health. They even recommended a book in the show. It's entitled, 'The You.. Owner's Manual' - It explains everything about our health. I'm gonna check that book out later. The cover is red in color. Hopefully the price is not too expensive. I bought this book yesterday. Way expensive for how it look like. It's entitled, 'Why do men have nipples' - interesting book with many true facts. I'll blog about it later. It answers questions like, How do people on wheelchairs make love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-115017942664004895?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/115017942664004895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=115017942664004895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115017942664004895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/115017942664004895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/06/health-is-important-and-interesting.html' title='Health Is Important and Interesting'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114943185966051796</id><published>2006-06-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:37:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Stories. Comparisons. They SUCK</title><content type='html'>I hate listening to stories. From many sides. I hate not being there. And not seeing things with my own eyes. Seeing is believing. I was asked to compare stories. Okay, so I did. The outcome was, there is not reason for different parties to lie. So what answers do I get? It's really all about, whether I choose to believe it or not. Instead of getting explanations. So I came up to a conclusion myself. If I'm not there, I shouldn't ask so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care anymore. Maybe it will be far better off not caring and worrying so much. I don't have a choice, do I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two most unforgettable and unwanted thing to happen and to go through today. It felt stupid. I should've just kept quiet instead of voicing it out. Curiousity kills the cat. It 'killed' me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114943185966051796?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114943185966051796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114943185966051796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114943185966051796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114943185966051796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-stories-comparisons-they.html' title='Different Stories. Comparisons. They SUCK'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114908787754531431</id><published>2006-05-31T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:04:37.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is The Best Place To Be!</title><content type='html'>I went out the whole of today. Mind you, I got up late this morning. I've got appointment with the foreman in Sg. Buloh at 10am. Got up like 920am man. Okay, so I got up and then wash face and went out straight. Sent my brother to tuition before I go Sg. Buloh. Traffic was alright. Reached the workshop 10 minutes after 10am. Not too bad la. But the knocking sound were crazy! I couldn't stand it. So, I was there. The foreman started working on my car and replaced all 4 absorbers sent to respec the other day. Prayed hard for the noise to go away. Mana tau. The result. My goodness. Wasn't even good! The noise is still there! My god. The fella checked so many times. But couldn't come up with good results. Okay, fine. I told him that I'll call him again for another appointment. I left the place. Went to Sunway to see Ah Loo. It was already 1600hrs at that time. Imagine. From 10am until 4pm. Bad results somemore. Stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ah Loo checked my car and went for a a few rounds to test where the noise came from. Results not very good. But after a while he solved the problem. Half of it. The irritating knocking sound wasn't anywhere to be heard. But came another problem. He told me my absorbers died. I was like, "WHAT?!" - Oh, come on. I just got it fixed today! Impossible. But I just nodded. Told him I'll call him again to let him check my car. Mom kept calling and asked to tapao food home for dinner. It was pretty rush though. I got home at 2030hrs just now. Got myself a pretty good shower and had KFC for dinner. Here I am blogging about it. Anyway, I came up with a conclusion after a days out the whole of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is! You wouldn't wanna stay in workshops and stay under the hot sun. Feel like bathing but the bathroom wasn't anywhere to be seen! NO aircond, nothing! My goodness. I wanna have a goodnight sleep tonight. See you guys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/320/DSC00671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114908787754531431?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114908787754531431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114908787754531431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114908787754531431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114908787754531431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-is-best-place-to-be.html' title='Home Is The Best Place To Be!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114891643177827440</id><published>2006-05-29T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:21:48.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sequel Of Teeth And Tooth</title><content type='html'>A credit must be given to &lt;a href="http://devilishiousss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt; for this entry. Hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://irisng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt; told me about the difference between teeth and tooth blogged by her friend the other day. So, I decided to blog about it. I asked Deni. Why do they call it toothbrush and not teethbrush? He answered me an unexpected answer. It goes something like this, yo, check it out muahaha:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sounds better? its only big enough to clean one at a time, that's why we must move in back n forth"&lt;/em&gt; - err.. so it came across my mind, why is it not &lt;strong&gt;upwards and downwards&lt;/strong&gt;? cos dentist always say the right way to brush our teeth is to go &lt;strong&gt;up and down &lt;/strong&gt;instead of &lt;strong&gt;back and forth&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*x-files music playing.. deng deng deng~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Jing. Mr. Paul Jing. His answer is the most satisfying. Here's how he answered:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- l i n k i n 5 - mom nowadays.. playing psp wor   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats the difference between tooth and teeth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tooth is for one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;teeth is more than one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled out one tooth today.. you can't say I pulled out one teeth today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you say, I pulled out 3 teeth today... you can't say I pulled out 3 tooths today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- l i n k i n 5 - mom nowadays.. playing psp wor   says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay then why is it toothbrush and and teethbrush? toothpaste and not teethpaste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the brush can be used to brush one tooth and also all teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you say teethbrush, that means your brush can only brush more than one tooth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which makes your brush big and it won't be able to reach into difficult spots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Good answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114891643177827440?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114891643177827440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114891643177827440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114891643177827440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114891643177827440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/sequel-of-teeth-and-tooth_29.html' title='The Sequel Of Teeth And Tooth'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114891244154196987</id><published>2006-05-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:20:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hero To Zero</title><content type='html'>Feel funny reading the title? Lemme pour them all out and you'll know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started quite alright cos the my roadtax is about to die today. So I've to go settle my insurance in Toyota and then renew my roadtax. Drove to Federal Highway's Toyota Center and it was raining like cats and dogs. Couldn't even see the road clearly. Those bumpy road and portholes. Can't even see them clearly. My absorbers.. yeah, that's another reason why I can't choose to just go over them. Then there's this big tree half-hanging along the highway. It was holding on to some other trees' branches directly opposite to where it fell. &lt;strong&gt;Dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;. I took the risk driving through it. Yeah yeah, other cars did too. But I love my car. Well, not like they don't. Maybe they don't? Haha. Alright. Settled my insurance and the next stop went on to the post office. It was all good, &lt;strong&gt;until then&lt;/strong&gt;. Be right back, Mom asked to eat &lt;strong&gt;Mangosteen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Mangosteen is a very nice fruit to eat&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Be right back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Totally sweeeet! &lt;/em&gt;Hehe. Okay. Back to the topic. Where was I.. AH.. IT was all good until I reach post office. They said they couldn't renew my roadtax because I've got &lt;strong&gt;summons unsettled!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like. &lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt;. So they told me to go JPJ and check. Left the mini building. Continued my journey to the other side of PJ and heck, there wasn't any JPJ buildings to be seen! Called some of my friends and they think it was closed down. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;. Called my salesman and he asked to go Police Station and check my summons there. Turned one big round and finally, I've got like &lt;strong&gt;9 &lt;/strong&gt;phreakin' summons unsettled. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT. DOUBLE DOSAGE OF GREATNESS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Mom and told her about it. Was told to go home and so I went home. Of course, feeling a lil depressed, I sped. Okay. End of story. Got home. Mom talked to me about stuffs. I felt bad. No more mood. Until &lt;strong&gt;Happy Meal &lt;/strong&gt;brought me back. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you &lt;/strong&gt;:) Hehe. &lt;strong&gt;Love my Happy Meal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. From &lt;strong&gt;hero to zero&lt;/strong&gt;. Muahaha. Delayed my absorbers installation to Wednesday. Hopefully roadtax can be done by tomorrow. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114891244154196987?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114891244154196987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114891244154196987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114891244154196987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114891244154196987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-hero-to-zero.html' title='From Hero To Zero'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114853962703451333</id><published>2006-05-25T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:47:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars..</title><content type='html'>I like cars a lot. But that's not the reason why I'm blogging about it now. Sometimes cars make you feel good. With all the efforts you have put it and all. But it also gives you headache as well. For example. I didn't know changing springs means changing absorbers also. Now that my absorbers are making noise. Damn it. I have to fix it. And it's all about the money, money. Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from the car factory. It can be done. Bla Bla Bla. After all the explanations. I'll just have to wait and see the results. I hope and I really hope with all my fingers crossed that I won't have to spend anymore on my car after this. Unless I want to. Unless all under my will of spending. Haha. I want to save money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys better save up man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114853962703451333?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114853962703451333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114853962703451333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114853962703451333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114853962703451333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/cars.html' title='Cars..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114853805205881065</id><published>2006-05-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:20:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable Feeling</title><content type='html'>There was a song back then. Doing real good everyone seemed to be singing it. One part of the lyrics sounds like this. Ahem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Unbelievable sights, indescribable feelings, &lt;br /&gt;soaring tumbling free-wheelings, through an endless&lt;br /&gt;diamond sky..' bla bla bla~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this verse kept repeating in my head. No idea why. Questions have been filling up my blank mind lately. If you wanna see what's on top of my head now. It's all question marks. Riddler? No. Just question marks. So, what is it that's bothering me? I have &lt;strong&gt;no idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels right, sometimes it doesn't. Why? God knows. Be right back, let me go get an apple before I started blabbering my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Just out of curiousity, have you guys watched a movie by the name, 'Creep'? It was on HBO just now. &lt;strong&gt;Stupid movie.&lt;/strong&gt; Watching it is like a waste of time. Guess what? I even watched it in the cinema. That was totally because we have no other choice. Ling was there. You can ask her. It's not as 'creepy' as it is. But pretty disturbing. Damn. Back to the topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, where were we? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Question is a form of expression. When you need to know. Want to know. Or simply, need to know. In a way, it is always good to ask questions. For example, &lt;em&gt;How do I get to the train station?&lt;/em&gt; It is much better than trying to get there yourself. Or when you're curious about something. &lt;em&gt;Why are you wearing that weird looking hat? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes questions make people angry. Asking too many questions for example. &lt;em&gt;Hey, where do you think you're going? Why must you go there? What's wrong with you? &lt;/em&gt;Yes, very 'poh ma'. You feel like shutting them off, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just erased one whole paragraph. Don't know why. Just don't wanna crap anymore. I feel like sleeping. It's feeling a bit cozy here. Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114853805205881065?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114853805205881065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114853805205881065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114853805205881065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114853805205881065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/indescribable-feeling.html' title='Indescribable Feeling'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114795542222722725</id><published>2006-05-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:52:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Feeling Normal?</title><content type='html'>Read something online just now. A site which I often will logon to and read. I was just about to go take my bath until I read a long poem from the site. I felt.. well, it's kind of unexplainable. I don't know if I should feel the way I'm feeling now, or not? Maybe it's just nature to feel like this. Or maybe it's because this is my first time reading such poem from someone I'm so close to. Is it because I'm too used to knowing that someone until to a certain extend when all these happened, I couldn't accept it well? Or is it all out of jealousy? I don't know. Either ways, I know just how much efforts are needed to write a long poem. What a great anniversary feeling.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to accept things well,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel what I just felt,&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to see things more openly,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of feeling all-just-jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;I know I can face things the right way,&lt;br /&gt;I know I can, I don't wanna have a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this feeling will go away,&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, I ought to shut-up and stay the same..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just hard telling problems to humans. Telling problems to the computer seems to be better. It seems like Mr. Bloggy is the only friend I have left for now. Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114795542222722725?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114795542222722725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114795542222722725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114795542222722725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114795542222722725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-this-feeling-normal.html' title='Is This Feeling Normal?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114691289916424902</id><published>2006-05-06T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:06:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不知道为什么</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/320/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天感觉有一点不同. 好想用华语字来写blog. 可能是因为看见很多不同的blog都是用华语字. 所以我就决定了用Chinese WordStar！Hehe. 怎样？感觉如何？应该都没有写错字吧？其实现在大部分的时间都在学华语. Even讲话都是Mandarine speaking. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来用华语来blog是那么难的哦. 写了那么久还是那么short. Maybe我需要多一点时间来adapt to this different style of writing. 好了，我都没有话想说了. 先走啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后会有期！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 你们看到的那些英文子的出现是因为我不知道在华语是什么.请多多原谅！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114691289916424902?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114691289916424902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114691289916424902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114691289916424902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114691289916424902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='不知道为什么'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114691139295153130</id><published>2006-05-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:31:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Song: The Poet's Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/320/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌曲：诗人的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;歌手：游鸿明 专辑：诗人的眼泪 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春色转呀夜色转呀&lt;br /&gt;玉郎不还家&lt;br /&gt;真教人心啊梦啊魂啊&lt;br /&gt;逐杨花&lt;br /&gt;春花秋月小楼昨夜&lt;br /&gt;往事知多少&lt;br /&gt;心里面想吧啊轻啊细如发&lt;br /&gt;新秋年年有&lt;br /&gt;惆怅还依旧&lt;br /&gt;只是朱颜瘦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空飘着雪&lt;br /&gt;诗人的泪&lt;br /&gt;两者都太悲都太美&lt;br /&gt;因为爱情化作冰冷白雪&lt;br /&gt;结晶破碎&lt;br /&gt;天空飘着雪&lt;br /&gt;诗人的泪&lt;br /&gt;手提金屐鞋步香阶&lt;br /&gt;都是不被祝福还是愿意&lt;br /&gt;背负原罪&lt;br /&gt;愿意为爱独憔悴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poets' tears can never be seen,&lt;br /&gt;just like asking the question,&lt;br /&gt;can a clown cry and wipe it clean,&lt;br /&gt;listening to this song brings harmony and peace,&lt;br /&gt;wonderful memories and maybe a drop of mist.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114691139295153130?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114691139295153130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114691139295153130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114691139295153130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114691139295153130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-this-song-poets-tears.html' title='I Love This Song: The Poet&apos;s Tears'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114640906541890256</id><published>2006-04-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:57:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not The Same Anymore</title><content type='html'>It just don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's right,&lt;br /&gt;Things seems to change a lot,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it's gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things which I need to get used to nowadays. I know I can do it. Cos it's my turn to pour those efforts, which I should've done back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114640906541890256?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114640906541890256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114640906541890256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114640906541890256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114640906541890256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-not-same-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s Not The Same Anymore'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114640629666080675</id><published>2006-04-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:19:12.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Finally!</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick update of what happened few days back! Hehe. Pictures says a thousand words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;988 guest DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jazz song in the making :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We both like the feel of this picture. Taken in RedBox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kok Hong and Ling. Taken in RedBox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Jeng and Ling. Taken in RedBox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chin Hun and Ling. Taken in Redbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:down; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/200/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mata bengkak? Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114640629666080675?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114640629666080675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114640629666080675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114640629666080675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114640629666080675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/pictures-finally.html' title='Pictures, Finally!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114594961771394456</id><published>2006-04-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:20:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I may always change gadgets,&lt;br /&gt;I may always want to change cars,&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to always know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never change watches you gave..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may not rhyme much,&lt;br /&gt;It may not sound like a poem,&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it represents,&lt;br /&gt;A meaning deep inside.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114594961771394456?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114594961771394456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114594961771394456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114594961771394456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114594961771394456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/always.html' title='Always..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114593916425772331</id><published>2006-04-25T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:30:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy For That Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Too many things have changed,&lt;br /&gt;Although it might seem to be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Untold secrets are kept in vain,&lt;br /&gt;It's just too hard to confess the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a test,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to some reasons,&lt;br /&gt;It's the on&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;y way for the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyth&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ng seems to be half-hanging,&lt;br /&gt;It's just like livi&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;g a life-on-the-edge,&lt;br /&gt;Hopin&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt; so much to be walking the right path,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping so much to solve all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversea is a word of fear,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is coming so near,&lt;br /&gt;How would everyday become,&lt;br /&gt;When a hand &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;oses its' thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ll things be somehow balanced? &lt;br /&gt;Will the do&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;key be less burdened?&lt;br /&gt;Those are just words to ryhme,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a better day,&lt;br /&gt;Thin&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;s will be just fine.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114593916425772331?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114593916425772331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114593916425772331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114593916425772331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114593916425772331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-for-that-someone.html' title='Happy For That Someone'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114578550419284603</id><published>2006-04-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:19:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd You Go, I'd Miss You So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Where did it go?',&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I asked myself. I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't there. I searched for it again and again. It is no where to be seen. My heart started beating faster. The adrenaline rush in my body went crazy. I shift my attention to another bag, and another, and another. I almost lose hope. Rage was within me I felt like throwing the bags out of my sight. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Where did it go?!',&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the question came back repeatedly. &lt;em&gt;I lost touch.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault? I've never left it behind, never. It was always by my side wherever I go. Even at work. I didn't even get to look at it for the last time. I tried recalling of its' whereabouts. I was very, very sure of its' location where I last left it. It was in the bag. The black colored &lt;strong&gt;Baleno&lt;/strong&gt; bag I bought 4 years ago. How could it possibly dropped out?! Unless someone took it away. It wasn't any precious looking object. Not at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever replace our sentimental values. Whenever I look at my left hand, a deep scar seems to be staying within. You will be remembered, &lt;em&gt;forever.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/1600/My%20Watch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/542/320/My%20Watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The many years we have been through,&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs that we're so used to, &lt;br /&gt;Now that you're no longer around by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of us will stay until the end of time.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114578550419284603?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114578550419284603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114578550419284603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114578550419284603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114578550419284603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/whered-you-go-id-miss-you-so.html' title='Where&apos;d You Go, I&apos;d Miss You So..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-114552884294686787</id><published>2006-04-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:13:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hao hao seng hei wah lei hai yat gor yao jak yum geh yan. Mun ha ji gei, lei gao ging hai mm hai?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- the voice kept lingering in my head after the conversation. Almost couldn't concentrate on driving due to the fact that the window was winded-down. Is it true? Is the voice telling the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I heard throughout the whole conversation. Speechless. I didn't know what to say. Everything around me seems to be so dark. Those eyes I see before me, they were full of emotions, which I myself couldn't resist. There was nothing I can do but to listen and hold on to the tears formed within my eyes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have to go.. I don't want to be seen this way..", &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I told myself. The words, which seemed to pierce through my heart, came in one after another. Before I could do anything, tears came rolling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, a pair of hands came down reaching me and pulled me out from the darkness. I felt warmth and it seems like the rising sun replaced the darkness around me. I kept quiet. I didn't know what to say nor do. All I needed was to be alone. I walked off quietly into the mysterious forest ahead me. I need to seek for answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I who I really am?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-114552884294686787?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/114552884294686787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=114552884294686787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114552884294686787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/114552884294686787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112158046913765541</id><published>2005-07-17T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:07:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Of The Worlds</title><content type='html'>Me, A-Ling, Danny and Kelvin went for War of the Worlds yesterday. It was everyone's first time except for Danny cos he watched it before with Ah Lok and the rest of the gang. Didn't join them that time cos promised to watch with A-Ling when she gets back from Australia. So in the end, we watched it only yesterday. Danny on the other hand, brotherhood la yeah.. accompany us watch second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie makes me wonder if where we are standing from the past, today and in the future actually meant we are the only species conquering it. Haha. Erm in the movie it says that we are being watched by aliens out there since many many billions of years ago. Those machines which they buried underneath us were actually there way before our time. They came down one fine day and started destroying humans and building their empire on Earth. They're unstoppable, un-destroyable and even our most deadliest weapons created by human, too can do no effect on them. What happens to kill them in the end is the existance of bacteria's which we're living together with for many years ago. What they say in the movie is true. We are already immuned to those bacterias and if we happened to be infected by them we have cure to it. When aliens come to Earth, they are already breathing our air, drinking our water together with those tiny bacterias which indirectly is already killing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean, humans are the only species which will conquer Earth, forever? What will happen if there are really aliens watching us from afar? Already planning to conquer Earth since centuries ago? This is something we will never know, or realise. Perhaps we already know all these through movies nowadays but will it happen? The truth is always out there. It only depends on how we see things as, and how we handles our curiousity. If so, will there ever be a day of War of the Worlds? What are we going to do then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Man, I don't ever want our Earth to be like those in the movies!' - Eric, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dude this is crazy, I think the only war of the world which is happening around us is war between humans wanting to conquer weak countries!' - Eric, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Haha, damn I wanna see how aliens look like' - Eric, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112158046913765541?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112158046913765541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112158046913765541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112158046913765541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112158046913765541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-worlds.html' title='War Of The Worlds'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112139688162719138</id><published>2005-07-15T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:23:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Partay!</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! Hehe.. I just reached home and it's exactly 10.55am. Alright let's do a short and very quick recap on what happened yesterday night. Upon the title you see here, yeah I went to a party, a birthday party in Rush. It was Mr. Danny's birthday partay. Haha. Fun. Exciting. Nice. Lotsa people. Most of all, simply wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ling reach there around 11pm. Then called Lok and he brought us in. It was kinda blank in there. But we all know that going early into clubs are not really a wise option. But then we have to keep the table with us, you see. So there were Danny, Kelvin, Lok and Kar Wai. They reached half an hour earlier than us. Cool. Love the seats, love the beat. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12 plus everyone started reaching. There were a group of Danny's girlfriends. If I can still recall, there were erm.. 4? or was it 5? Not too sure but they came in a group. If I can remember their names, I think there were erm, Kelly, Pearly, Jill, April.. erm.. Forgotten. Haha! So basically there were 10 guys and few other girls, inluding Chris's wife, Wai Hong's girlfriend, Christina and Ling. Others were Keith, Ivan, Ah Wing and Matil. Yeah, I think that's how you spell his name, Matil. This brings to a brand new section of Mr. Matil, lighting up the liquour we had on the table and asking everybody to drink it. Wah lao, first stop it was erm, Ah Lok I think, then to Kelvin, Wai Hong, Ling (wow, you really can drink for a girl man hehe), so of course eventually the next was one supposed to be for Wai Hong and Christina, God knows why they brought me in the game. Adui. Disaster. I sucked the whole thing down before the fire burn me. Hehe. It was terrible. *Bleahks* And I did it. Felt hot. After a while, I felt headache. Kicks in really fast for me, you see. Cos I don't drink you see. But for the birthday boy, I did it. You feel me y'all? For my birthday, I know you can't drink.. but you gotta do something back for me man. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some rest, I went shuffle for a few songs. Love the beats from You Promise Me and Satisfaction. I think everybody does, too. People in the club were like shouting and cheering for it. Haha. Tired, but awesome! So me and Ling left early. She felt really bored. It would be more fun if Ling shuffled together. But it's cool, we'll do it sometime later anyway hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, met Phoi San outside the toilet area when I was waiting for Ling. Chatted for a while. Still looks the same though. Hmm when was the last time I saw her. Quite some time already I guess. But good, everybody's doing good. She just finished her finals. Mine? Coming soon :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a wrap for the whole partay yesterday man. Now I'm off to take my bath and get ready for a new image for myself. My haircut. I'm gonna get my hair cut today for album image. I'm nervous, I'm scared. Tell me about it. The rest of the whole day of today will be photo shooting with Danny as well. Looking forward to it. Keep you guys updated soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Love the what happened yesterday night man. It has been quite a while not seeing so many friends coming out together. The more the merrier beats everything keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112139688162719138?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112139688162719138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112139688162719138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112139688162719138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112139688162719138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-partay.html' title='Big Partay!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112134375914335944</id><published>2005-07-14T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:22:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem with Blogspot?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I tried posting my blog this morning but all I get is there's no blog or something in return. So I only managed to post up this blog a minute ago. Any of you guys faced the same problem? I guess those who tried posting up blogs in Blogspot this morning have the same problem.. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112134375914335944?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112134375914335944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112134375914335944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112134375914335944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112134375914335944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/problem-with-blogspot.html' title='Problem with Blogspot?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112134361404977768</id><published>2005-07-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:20:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Recording - Beta Version</title><content type='html'>The recording took place in a studio located around One Utama. Am not too sure if it's in One Utama's area or not but those are new shopping lots. The studio is one of them. The owner of the studio rented 2 lots to make a big studio. I kinda like the place. Felt cozy the first time I went in there. It would be one of my option to own a place like that. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording started quite late. Saw them transferring the track into the computer. Got ready and went in the recording room. Felt slightly different recording the same song again. Was worried if I lost the feel or something. Oh yeah, this is the recording for the other version of Yuan Lai Wo Jui Ai De Ren Shi Ni Bu Shi Ta - *phew* What a long one! Haha. Erm, slightly changed the way of singing the song. So basically you guys will hear a slightly different feel from the second version. Not too sure though. Previously heard some 'more-to-negative' feedback from DJ's. Hopefully this version would make things right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny the producer said it was good. But I have doubts in him on that. Haha! Asked him so many times if he's telling the truth or only you know, 'layan-ing' - fooL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting up with the hairstylist today, Rick - and you bet I'm feeling nervous! Haha! Second recording will take place this Friday. It will be one of the songs I composed and hell yeah you bet I'm feeling extra nervous! Muahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112134361404977768?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112134361404977768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112134361404977768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112134361404977768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112134361404977768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-recording-beta-version.html' title='First Recording - Beta Version'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112124369956608645</id><published>2005-07-13T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:34:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright and Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in Starbucks with Danny working on our stuff. This ain't my first time doing stuff in cafe with laptops for I gave the first time to Iris's laptop *hehe* and now, with my own. Yes, I've my laptop already! It's awesome I tell you. The screen's wonderful. You can still see the display from any angle. Usually LCD's can only be seen from certain angles because of sunlights or lights. But this LCD, it's way too cool. I can see it from any angle, anywhere, same time same station. Muahaha and yeah, I've upgraded my laptops RAM from 256MB to 1GB! Ekeke and it doesn't cost me much, cos I've got ways hehe. The result is superb! My laptop loads stuff like rocket! Ekeke it's even faster than my desktop man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to the title of today's blog. Why is it bright and sunny day. As I was saying, I'm here in Starbucks, the one in Low Yatt Plaza. My goodness, we're inside Starbucks but the sunlights invading the whole place! I've never seen sunlight from the inside of Starbucks. This is really annoying, probably the most annoying and uncomfortable feeling I've ever felt sitting from within a cafe, like Starbucks. But the feeling is great I guess, working with laptops in cafes. It's fun ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. I've got recording later at night. Gotta do some preparations first. Want the best out of it tonight! Wish me luck peoples! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I consider myself to be lucky today. Why? Cos before reaching Low Yatt Danny asked to park in BB Plaza mana tau no entrance cos they fixing the entrance thingy. So tried our luck going to the carpark outside Low Yatt Plaza and to our surprise, we got ourself a carpark! Nicely located right opposite Low Yatt Plaza, wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112124369956608645?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112124369956608645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112124369956608645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112124369956608645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112124369956608645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/bright-and-sunny-day.html' title='Bright and Sunny Day'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-112103903526263857</id><published>2005-07-11T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:43:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I've been away for a &lt;em&gt;really really long time&lt;/em&gt;.. and I'm really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about that. Been busy working on &lt;em&gt;assignments &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;final projects&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;song-writing&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;going out in the morning and reaching home at midnight&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, yeah and not having &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner at home with family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Most of all, sorry for neglecting you guys here :) But I've been keeping up with what's happening in the chatbox though.. Ehehe glad you guys still can talk to each other without the owner ekeke. Want you guys to &lt;em&gt;treasure&lt;/em&gt; each other here yeah :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the past few weeks, months? Erm, they were really really hectic. Most of my days were packed with works from both studies and singing, and also worries :) Why worry? Ahaha alright good news here.. albums coming end of this month. Ehehe happy and worry at the same time. I hope I can share them with you. It's like most of the people I know were waiting for the day I have my album and it's finally here. But I'm really worried because, I don't know if what I have for the album is good enough? Up to expectations? For all I know everyone is having some high expectations on it. So I'm really really worried. Alright here's the catch, the album's going to be divided into 2 sections ehehe. Some new concept of album releasing I guess. Well, before you guys started asking stuff about it, all I can say is.. they're &lt;strong&gt;NOT EP's&lt;/strong&gt; :) I know mind-reading ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next? Erm let's see.. Finals in one week time. I have exactly one week from today onwards to get all the chapters of my 2 subjects in my head. Best part is, I lost my &lt;strong&gt;notes!&lt;/strong&gt; I lost my entire file and I totally have no idea of its' whereabouts.. My goodness gracious lord of mighty mouse here I come to save the day! Bah.. the quest for notes shall start.. right after my nap ekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah, people in the house, congratulate me yeah :) I'm getting a laptop later in the afternoon! Yay! Ahaha nice nice :) Very nice ekeke *eric's a happy boy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-112103903526263857?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/112103903526263857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=112103903526263857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112103903526263857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/112103903526263857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaack!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111795591322212631</id><published>2005-06-05T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:20:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song Title As A Nickname</title><content type='html'>I came online just now, and to my surprise I read something very familiar to me. And it was in chinese words. It was my single's song title. One of my friends under my list has made it to be a nickname. It was my first time seeing something which I have never thought to be happening :) I often see friends using famous singers song's or those who are really popular to be their nicknames, but today.. It is the first time in Eric Lim's history to see something like that. I'm grateful :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/nicknamesongtitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111795591322212631?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111795591322212631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111795591322212631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111795591322212631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111795591322212631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/06/song-title-as-nickname.html' title='A Song Title As A Nickname'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111714597424923550</id><published>2005-05-27T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T06:19:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Online, After Sleep</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be sleeping right now, never intended to get up so early. I could've only woke up at 7 plus. But as I was sleeping just now, I felt something heavy creeping on my arms. Before that I heard my alarm but as usual didn't wake up straight away. So lazying around is always the best thing to do. Until that happened, I jumped up from my bed and swung my hand to see what was it. Turned on the lights and yes, the famous Mr. Rat. Fcuked! It was crawling on my arm! My goodness. He ran to the my sisters room on the other side. My goodness. What's that all about! I don't even know how he get to be in my room in the first place. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here am I sitting in front of the PC. Doing nothing. I started realizing that, if you were to wake up in the middle of the night, or morning, before the sun rises.. you will realize you have no friends, and coming online to surf the web, is just so dead, so lifeless (of course, the speed goes faster) but you really don't feel much of going online in the afternoon. Luckily, I still have John talking to me in MSN. John is a very hardworking boy. Keep it up, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the friggin' rat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111714597424923550?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111714597424923550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111714597424923550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111714597424923550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111714597424923550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/05/going-online-after-sleep.html' title='Going Online, After Sleep'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111683695466994018</id><published>2005-05-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:29:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On To My Dreams</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my assignments now. But I ended up writing a lyrics. I hope to get the most perfect melody for it, so that everyone can share my dreams, together :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've last been here,&lt;br /&gt;In this beautiful scenery,&lt;br /&gt;Of many peoples' cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm far but I can feel,&lt;br /&gt;Every single force and spirit,&lt;br /&gt;And that's whats' keeping me,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held on to my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as it can be,&lt;br /&gt;From the day I let it out, &lt;br /&gt;To each and everyone of you,&lt;br /&gt;Where all of you cheer,&lt;br /&gt;When there is no fear,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's a sign,&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it all by myself,&lt;br /&gt;If it's not for the confidence,&lt;br /&gt;And all of the strength given,&lt;br /&gt;That's what's helping me to strive,&lt;br /&gt;To keep my dreams alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111683695466994018?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111683695466994018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111683695466994018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111683695466994018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111683695466994018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/05/holding-on-to-my-dreams.html' title='Holding On To My Dreams'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111641434907689236</id><published>2005-05-18T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:05:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWW</title><content type='html'>No, you're wrong. It's not World Wide Web. Let me reveal the truth to you. It's what I call Work Work Work. Yes, it's going to be a very hectic week. From tomorrow onwards, I shall start my projects and assignments together with a lil bit of song composing. Hopefully I have the inspiration to write good ones. About my assignments, they suck. They suck big time. But I'll just do it. I won't let the sucky feeling bring me down. Who's the man? I'm the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's the man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I see everybody's starting to push themselves&lt;br /&gt;To create atmospheres everybody's talking about&lt;br /&gt;To achieve what they have always been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Rather to sit around and to look up to the sky above&lt;br /&gt;Now no one's gonna leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;Now no one's gonna talk to you one kind&lt;br /&gt;Cos everybody wants to be the man&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be the perfect man&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me if I can&lt;br /&gt;If I can be the perfect man &lt;br /&gt;I won't care a bit to what you're saying man&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know what I'll become in the end&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll ask you this, "Now who's the man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me just tell you what I have in mind&lt;br /&gt;What I've been observing towards things I see all the time&lt;br /&gt;It is just funny to know how people starts to act&lt;br /&gt;To the world where we're standing where we're living at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it all I know how you people's starting to be&lt;br /&gt;Some trying to be innocent some trying to be as evil as they can be&lt;br /&gt;Burning trees down taking lives of many people there's just so much more &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can list them down, now can't you see them clearly?&lt;br /&gt;It's just the little voice in us telling, "Hey, now why can't I be him?"&lt;br /&gt;And the greedy feeling starts to show, "Now I wanna conquer the world, I don't wanna sit and hold my feelings"&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are able to see what I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;What I see the world has start to becoming&lt;br /&gt;Join in the thoughts and start to think again&lt;br /&gt;If what we see in the news is worth watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who's the man, just tell me who's the man&lt;br /&gt;And if you can take them down and bring it to an end&lt;br /&gt;Now who's the man, just tell me who's the man&lt;br /&gt;And if you can take them down and bring it to an end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke shi, ke shi wo men zhen de hen qi guai&lt;br /&gt;Zhem me ying wei yao di yi, ren hui kai shi xiang bu kai&lt;br /&gt;Di qiu de shen ling, di qiu shuo you de dong xi&lt;br /&gt;Bu shi gai bao liu ma, zhem me hui xiang fan bei cai kai&lt;br /&gt;Qian shi juan bu wan, qian shi yong yuan juan bu wan&lt;br /&gt;Wei he yao ba zhi ji qu jao ma fan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111641434907689236?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111641434907689236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111641434907689236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111641434907689236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111641434907689236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/05/www.html' title='WWW'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111572268954844409</id><published>2005-05-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:03:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face Never To Be Seen Again</title><content type='html'>I could still remember the first time I saw him, with a red-ribbon tied around his neck, he's furry and fat, very quiet and shy. Looks like a cub. So we named him BearBear. He's always shy but after days gone by, he became hyperactive and aggressive but still cute as ever. Though he bit part of my car's mudguard off and my Dad's.. but he's still loved always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BearBear is never obedient. When he's asked to come back home, he will not look at you. Especially when our gate is opened, he will rush out of the house to run around. Indeed, he acts like a stray dog but he's still an animal and he's still so young. He eats a lot, he likes to play but I was never there to run around or walk with him outside our house. Probably that is the reason why BearBear acts like that, play all by himself. Everyone in the house feels angry for what he has done to our slippers and our house's walls. How he scratched the paint off and my car, and mudguards.. and how he poo everywhere. But isn't that what animals do? Maybe he did it too much, but I guess that's the price one got to pay when they want a pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those will stop starting from today. At this very moment, I felt as if I just 'killed' BearBear. Mom said she wanted to give BearBear away, but I didn't response to what she said, and because she told me she'll ask around if anyone would want to have a pet, I didn't do what I'm supposed to do. I let BearBear played around as usual. Yesterday when we got back from Genting, BearBear ran out from the house again, without looking back when he's name is called, as usual. So Dad let him out cos after few hours BearBear will be back for sure. As predicted, he did. Dad let him in this morning around 6 plus in the morning. Heard Dad scolding BearBear this morning. Then heard Dad said that BearBear wanted to bite him back.. Dad claimed BearBear to be crazy but we know he might just be lonely and that's why he reacted that way. I didn't do anything nor respond. I just went off to class after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back just now, BearBear's kennel wasn't there. BearBear wasn't there as well. I asked Mom what happened, and she told me Dad sent him elsewhere this afternoon cos he rushed out from our house again when Dad opened the gate. They don't know where Dad sent BearBear to, but I'm sure it wouldn't be a place with shelters. Yes, BearBear might become one of the stray dogs we see around everywhere. I felt so, so bad. I could've sent BearBear to shelter homes for dogs. I didn't. Now that he's gone, how am I going to face the rest of the days without feeling any better? I don't know. I'm mad, I'm angry, worse of all, where's my responsibility? I bear the responsibilities to take care of a pet. Just when we couldn't take care of him, and make him just less aggressive and hyperactive, BearBear is sent off to a place which no one knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what BearBear is doing now, is he safe, or is he not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The hardest to face in life, is to see loved ones leaving our sight.." - ericlim 10th May, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/image_00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111572268954844409?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111572268954844409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111572268954844409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111572268954844409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111572268954844409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/05/face-never-to-be-seen-again.html' title='A Face Never To Be Seen Again'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111536275178262495</id><published>2005-05-06T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:59:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>3rd/4th March 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unofficial launching of my single. A song composed by me and Danny, lyrics written together with Soh Ling. Done in less than one week time. Title of the song, "Yuan Lai Wo Jui Ai De Ren Jiu Shi Ni Bu Shi Ta". Direct translation, "You're Still The One I Love Most". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new start for me. Will be graduating this July. As I always say, let's hope everything goes smoothly. Thank you all. God Bless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha this is really not my style of writing weh. Anyway, hope those who have listened to it before, enjoy it as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Will be heading down to Ipoh later for Astro Talent Quest 2005 Heat, and Penang on Sunday. It will be my first time singing my single to the public. I wish myself all the best. Won't be able to celebrate Mother's Day with Mom but I'm glad she liked the OSIM product I got for her and Dad. I can see it from their face :) I will earn more and get them a chair massager in time to come. I promise. Happy Mothers Day, Mom *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This P/S is a  bit long but heck, the title says it all. It will be a brand new start for me, mostly everything I do. I will go to arcade lesser, will study better, will accompany my loved ones more, will speed lesser, will hold my anger better, will work harder in my career, will sleep more, will spend more *oops* spend lesser I mean, and a whole lot more. Will be a better Eric Lim, a better ME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111536275178262495?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111536275178262495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111536275178262495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111536275178262495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111536275178262495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/05/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand New Start'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111473499410107200</id><published>2005-04-29T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T08:36:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday, Again.</title><content type='html'>I didn't really feel like waking up this morning. Got home around plus yesterday night, not really late. In fact, sounds really early to me. I don't usually reach home that early. Yeah, I went to the studio yesterday to record a pre-single. The outcome? I don't know. Ahaha if you were to ask me why, I'd simply say erm.. probably I just can't find the reason why? But, I kinda like the second bridge part of the song. Yeah, kinda fitted the lyrics in last minute with my PR, OSL. (OSL is her short form name), and of course, a bit of help from my boss, Mr. Gary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reason why I blog today. It's Friday. Usually, I'd be super happy to know it's a Friday. But it's different today, hopefully only this Friday cos' I'm broke. I don't mind telling you how much I have left in my wallet though. 25 bucks. How am I supposed to spend that today? Apart from having lunch, that's really like a normal routine, something which you will do for sure everyday. Hell yeah, I can't even make it to Kim Gary. Bah.. I hope my Dad is home later, for I will ask money from him muahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go get myself maybe a pair of jacket? Or perhaps a piece of sweater. Yeah, I've got invitation to some Fashion Week Party in One Utama with Danny, and I don't have any new shirts left for this kind of events. Bah.. Sucky. Ahahaa life is really dull without cash. I love cash, I love money! Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have fun today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111473499410107200?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111473499410107200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111473499410107200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111473499410107200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111473499410107200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-friday-again.html' title='Its Friday, Again.'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111442176167131304</id><published>2005-04-25T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:36:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vios Power..</title><content type='html'>This car I saw in Ipoh. I love it. If the owner of the car ever gets to this site, I want to tell you this. I love your car. Ahahaha love it. I'll save up and modify mine to look better ekekee :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_001162.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111442176167131304?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111442176167131304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111442176167131304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442176167131304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442176167131304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/vios-power_25.html' title='The Vios Power..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111442119067196400</id><published>2005-04-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:29:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful Friday..</title><content type='html'>This happened last Friday, after I got back from Penang. I went class the next day and well, college is so dull and bored as usual. Went to Multimedia 3B class and it was extremely, dull. Ehehe but I get to play with Cortona graphics. Ahaha not going to explain in depth of that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with Ling and went lunch in Chicken Rice Shop in Pyramid with John. After that we went for The Pacifier and man the show is damn funny. But very the Disney la. Ehehe. I like the part when Lulu asked Vin Diesel, "Why do you have such big boobs?", and he replied, "These are not boobs, these are chests..", and Lulu asked again, "Will I have big boobs like you when I grow up?", whoah.. damn FUNNY AHAHAHA I almost burst out laughing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John went home after the movie. I accompanied Ah Ling to One Utama to shop for her Dad's birthday present. We went Versace at first, then Mont Blanc in Parkson, then Dunhill. But couldn't find any suitable present. Oh yeah we were looking for a tie clip. So in the end, we bought one from Versace. Forgotten to snap it down so cannot post here la. It looks nice by the way. Simple and nice. We went walk around after that and went in Top Shop. Ah Ling said she wanted to get me something in return because I bought her the Gloomy Bear handphone strap. So we went in and shopped for shirts. Until I saw this Trucker Cap, and fell in love with it after trying it out. Ahahaha fits really well! Now, the reason why I never wear cap when I go out is because I get headache everytime I do. But this one, the chosen one serves me well. Ahaha bought it. Ah Ling bought me a blue collared shirt from Top Shop as well. Thank you Ah Ling *hugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda tired la, cos I kept yawning but it was fun. It has been like so long since we last shopped around muahaha. Ah Ling asked to go this bread shop by the name Baoz. Didn't know what it was until I saw the trademark. The bunny looking bao. Ahahaha cutes la. But I didn't eat it la. Too cute. Family members ate them muahaha. Next time I'll remember to eat yeah? Ehehe. Here's how it look like :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of baoz they have.. BANYAK WEH! Ahaha and this is our creativity on 2 of the lucky bunny looking baoz. Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHWEEET~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111442119067196400?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111442119067196400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111442119067196400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442119067196400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442119067196400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-wonderful-friday.html' title='What A Wonderful Friday..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111442021285867487</id><published>2005-04-25T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:28:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have recovered from laziness to blog. Ehehe yeah you're right Dan, the laziness in me stopped me from blogging often muahaha. But I'll overcome that and blog more. *evil laugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the title itself, I was in Penang last week for 3 days. It was a 988 live concert held in Upper Penang Road. So here's what happened. Ehehe. Got up in the morning and went office to meet up with the rest of the gang. Then one of our boss sent us to 988 radio station. From there we started our journey to Penang in a Nissan Cefiro. Wonderful car. Spacious, powerful, what else? Ehehe.. but we did a lot of sleeping because there's nothing to do. There was once when me and Danny started crapping in the car and laughed real hard. Wondering if one day we wear like small kid, kinda retarded and approach those bouncer outside clubs, and started talking like retards. We made lots of funny and retarded faces ahahaha.. Danny's face, FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached Penang's Sunway Hotel around 6 plus. Checked in and rest for a while. Then we went downstairs for dinner at the stalls along the road. Very very windy! Ahaha SUPER WINDY. Love it. My hair was a mess, but who cares *fui yoor.. rhymes weh* I had one bowl of curry noodles, some poppiahs, ice kacang and some oh jian. Ahaha those oysters were damn big. By the way, the food in penang is extremely cheap. Ahaha then we went walk around cos Danny wants to get some magazine. After that we went out to Starbucks for a while with Ah Jia's girlfriend, Zi Ling and her sister. Slept around 1 plus after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had rehearsal the next day. It was EXTREMELY HOT. My goodness. Almost killed me. Danny wore some thick sweater. My god. He's the man. Ahaha the rehearsal took almost half the day and luckily we had lunch before it. Else, I'd be starved to death muahaha. It was fun. The whole thing was fun. Played around with the band, took some pictures. I'll upload them in a while. The stage was damn high. Ahaha love the feel. I'm loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back to hotel and got ready for the show at night. Took some pictures. Ahaha FUN. But I was dead worried of my Rap part cos I only got notified 2 days before-hand that I've to rap something in the show, and that's not only 4 bars of rap. But 20 bars. Was really dead worried. Luckily in the end, I made it muahahaha. When we reached Upper Penang Road, it was darn windy and I couldn't see just how many people were already there waiting. But the feeling was kinda fun la. Ehehe lovely. Sweet. The show started and we did our parts. Wonderful. I love those applauds and cheers. Thanks to all of you in Upper Penang Road last Wednesday night. Appreaciated them a lot. Ehehe I'll work hard yeah. Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the crews, the show was a success. We glad it was. Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/linkinfive/IMAGE_00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the rest of the pictures next time :) Couldn't find the camera muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111442021285867487?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111442021285867487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111442021285867487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442021285867487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111442021285867487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111388638000889165</id><published>2005-04-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:53:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Those little green eyes I see,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind that big old tree,&lt;br /&gt;Are they here in peace,&lt;br /&gt;Or are they here to abduct me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder if aliens ever existed, there's no prove saying that they do. So does that mean all we watch on TV about aliens are just fictions created to satisfy humans' curiousity? I don't know. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believe that there are another 'me' on the other side of the world. Perhaps even more, watching everything I do. But is that true? Will there be even more than one 'me' somewhere out there? I don't know, but I'm curious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you curious? I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111388638000889165?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111388638000889165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111388638000889165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111388638000889165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111388638000889165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/wonders.html' title='Wonders...'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111379633193920920</id><published>2005-04-18T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:52:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Fever</title><content type='html'>Ahaha it has been one month plus. Yes, I know. Sorry to keep you guys waiting. Luckily there's a chatbox right there. Else, I guess all of you will be leaving this site. Then, it would be all-quiet again :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason why I didn't blog for the past few weeks is due to many last minute assignments. Yes, MANY. But I managed to finish them. On the other hand, getting good or bad marks is another story. Plus, practising for this Wednesday's concert in Penang is another reason I didn't blog. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've been downloading Naruto movies online everyday. There are like more than 100 over episodes and so far, I've only reach 50. There's another 100 to download. I better catch up and download all of them so I can watch them during holidays. Can't wait. But I have to finish my assignments first. I'm getting a bit worried already. It's almost May, and I've done nothing for my final project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go practise. I'll blog later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111379633193920920?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111379633193920920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111379633193920920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111379633193920920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111379633193920920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/04/naruto-fever.html' title='Naruto Fever'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-111085664545634258</id><published>2005-03-15T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:03:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy...</title><content type='html'>Yeaps, thanks for reminding me 'not blogging' for quite sometime Racheal. It has been a while since the last time I blogged though. It's like right after Chinese New Year I stopped blogging. Chatterbox went wrong for few days after that causing everyone here not being able to chat in this site. My apologies to all of these. For a fast recap, I'll just briefly blog stuff I did few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started for like almost a month now. Still remember the first week I went college. It was really empty. There aren't many people in college except for Sunway courses students. Two weeks after that college started to be crowded, as usual. It looked normal after that. The weeks before this wasn't really.. normal :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer this semester is not too bad. But I kinda like one of my lecturer. She's Miss Gayathri. She's a very strict lecturer. Not to say very very strict. But strict enough to make us do work you see. She gave us a test the week before our 3 weeks holiday starts. It was a group test. I was in the same group as John and Wing Yew. Deni didn't quite make it because of his tonsilitis attack. To our surprise, we managed to finish the question correctly, and quite fast too. I had more confidence to do her assignments after that. But up until today, I haven't start anything yet. This leads to another story of why it's still put on hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of this week is kinda stress to me. Company arranged me to go on air in 988 Rediffusion as a guest DJ in Saimon's program. It will be on air everyday from Monday to Friday at 1pm to 2pm. Most of the topic discussed are mainly about daily stuff for example, we had a topic about fashion yesterday. I did really badly because I didn't talk the way I'm supposed to. Most of the comments given by my company and parents aren't going anywhere near positive. I was quite surprised myself. AND I thought I did okay. NO. It was really bad. Come to think of it, I think most of the people listening to that program must've been really frust listening to someone like me on air. I am determined to do better today, and the rest of the days to come. Today's topic is on books. I should be good on books. I need to relax myself. Yes. I need to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Saturyday and Sunday I went out with my bosses and Danny and the rest of the company people to watch Guang Liang's Showcase and Kenji Wu's Showcase. It was awesome. I felt the effort and everything they've been working on to make their show a dream come true. I am so determined to do better. To upgrade myself to be better. And I don't want it to be only thoughts. I want to make it real. There are a lot of things which I need to learn now. Things I should do and shouldn't do. After some discussions with my bosses, I felt like I'm enlightened by everything they told me. It's all making sense to me now. Ahaha pardon me for all these but I need to write them down to remind myself everytime I read them. Yes. But before I proceed with all those, I need to focus on my studies first and then to graduation day. I am looking forward to it. To everything planned for me this year. As I always say, let's hope everything goes smooth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-111085664545634258?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/111085664545634258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=111085664545634258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111085664545634258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/111085664545634258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy...'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110924056952345934</id><published>2005-02-24T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T18:22:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day Of Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>I was in my room going online until Jay called and told me to go Philip's place later at night. But it's the last day of Chinese New Year, where can leave like that? So I thought, have dinner with family first.. then proceed to Philip's place. Cool. We went to Dad's friends restaurant in SS15 for dinner while waiting for Ling to reach. It was pretty jam though. Ling reached around 8 plus. By that time, my stomach was like growling to the max. Halfway through dinner, Dad's friends came and asked to go another place for gathering. I sent siblings home with Ling's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to Philip's place in Petaling Jaya. Viewed a lot of pictures which he took during his Mom's birthday dinner and Nica's birthday party. It was kinda fun but tiring though. We had to stand and watch until it finished. Oh yeah, I also played with Philip's PSP. Very addictive. I want to have it. Yes, please come up with a pirated version of all the games. Then I'll get the PSP and buy cheap but great games. Muahaha. I'm supporting pirated stuff. Why? Cos' I want to have a PSP. Ehehehe. Sorry. Back to where I was, yes.. We gambled after viewing all the pictures from the iMac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Blackjack. The banker was Philip's brother-in-law. Very careful and steady banker. Won like thirty bucks until the last round. He got 21 points. And so I had to pay him double of what I bet. Thirty bucks. I lost all the money I won one short in the last round. Stoned. Ahahaha but Ling won six bucks. Which is not bad :) The one who won the most is Batman. He bet like ten bucks in every round. I think he won like 60 bucks. That's a lot. Ahahaha it was great. We had fun. Nice :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was yours? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110924056952345934?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110924056952345934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110924056952345934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110924056952345934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110924056952345934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-day-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='The Last Day Of Chinese New Year'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110894713241854421</id><published>2005-02-21T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T08:19:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Motorcyclists.</title><content type='html'>This morning, as usual I send my siblings to school. Dropped sis down earlier because couldn't stop my car anywhere around her college. Got a bit frust and left early. Usually, I'd accompany her until her class starts around 8am. But couldn't do it today. Frust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving until I reached the big yellow box junction around my area. The light was green. So I drove carefully because that's a very 'dirty' road. Just right after passing the big yellow box, this stupid Uncle in his 40's speed his way through his direction, which he's supposed to stop. I was like what the fuck. Horned non-stop and he just drove off. Assholes man. Motorcyclists are really stupid. Brainless. Fuckers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you didn't get what I was trying to say. Wasn't your fault, I must be half stoning writing that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110894713241854421?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110894713241854421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110894713241854421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110894713241854421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110894713241854421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-motorcyclists.html' title='I Hate Motorcyclists.'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110894680161766651</id><published>2005-02-21T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:46:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Light</title><content type='html'>Went clubbing with LingLing and some of Astooers. I've known them for like 6 years and now only I get to see them clubbing. This is really funny. They don't really like going clubbing but more to getting a nice place to sit and talk and drink. Mamak. Ehehe but really had fun clubbing with them la. Ling got stuck a while because of lion dance ceremony around the corner. Oh yeah, we went to The Loft along the Sherator Imperial, KL area. I find the place quite nice though. Too bad we had to stand because all the other table were all reserved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place around 2 plus. Then we went to Bangsar for mamak. Had Ramly burger, again. Why again? Cos I had one before we went clubbing in KL. Didn't get to eat at home cos busy downloading games to PDA. Bah.. Bangsar was full of Malays. Ehehe. Mom called around 3 plus and asked my whereabouts. Told me to drive safely and come home earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Ling home, I drove off to send Pools home in Subang. I didn't stop at the red traffic light, as usual.. but didn't realise there's a police car right after the traffic light outside Eastin Hotel. They parked their car at the bus stop. How great is that. I stopped my car behind their car. They approached, I lowered down my window, but only half. Just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tak henti kat trafik lampu merah.. Denda saman 300 kalau bayar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*smiled* Encik, boleh tolong ah?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kenapa tak henti? Ngantuk eh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ya la, ngantuk la encik. Tolong eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tolong boleh tolong. Tapi bagi lesen dulu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*took my license out* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nak bagi berapa? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Encik, 20 boleh? Pelajar la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;20 tak boleh la. Sini ada 3 orang. (but I only see 2, maybe the other guy fell asleep in the car) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boleh la, pelajar.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Belajar mana? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Inti.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kat Subang eh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Betul.. boleh la encik.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tak boleh la.. 50 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*what the fuck, at this point I wanted to ask him to just give the fucking summon* Tadi keluar makan, duit habis. 20 la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tambah sikit lagi la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pools:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Encik, 30 boleh? Boleh la.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ya la, 30 okay? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Pools took 30 bucks from his wallet*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Letak bawah sikit. Cermin turun sikit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*did as he directed* Nah.. Terima kasih eh Encik.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*gave my license back* Okay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole of the conversation, the other policeman was acting as if he's copying down my informations. Lamer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110894680161766651?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110894680161766651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110894680161766651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110894680161766651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110894680161766651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-light.html' title='Red Light'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110881072991160794</id><published>2005-02-19T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:07:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence To A Friend</title><content type='html'>LingLing got up early and went online with my computer today. I went on sleeping. Just when my MSN account got logged in automatically, Ling asked me what happened cos 3 of my friends nick says negative stuff related to condolences. I got shocked and messaged one of them, but no reply. All of their status was put to Away. I short messaged a friend in United States. Didn't reply as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I came in online just now. My friends sister got murdered in a shopping complex. I felt really shocked. As I went online and read about the news, I felt really.. stoned. The things which people can do. They're just.. drastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you stay strong my friend,&lt;br /&gt;People who does things like these,&lt;br /&gt;Will get their vengeance in the end, &lt;br /&gt;Condolence to you she who has left,&lt;br /&gt;Will be missed.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110881072991160794?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110881072991160794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110881072991160794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110881072991160794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110881072991160794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/condolence-to-friend.html' title='Condolence To A Friend'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110868955369216022</id><published>2005-02-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:19:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So so long. Finally, I have the strength to update this site, again. Thousands of apologies to all of you readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun few weeks back. Seriously, of course it was Chinese New Year days and still, Chinese New Year now, before it ends in like one week time. Less than one week. Yesterday was cool, first time I see my family celebrating 'Bai Tin Gong' ceremony at home. Ahahaha it was fun, we lit up firecrackers 8 feet long. This is so fun. It was loud. Super-LOUD. Anyway, LingLing wasn't with me cos she had to do the same at home too. I even missed the firecrackers her Dad lit last week during her open house. I thought it was her neighbours. Bah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened. Erm. Yeah, I banged my friends car from the back. Was doing a reverse in erm.. sort of like blur case me la ha. Heard the sensor beeping and even heard him horning from the back and yet I didn't stop. Bang. There goes his Proton logo. Cracked. A bit of my paint on his car. That's about it. My car, gone case. Ahahaha the paint actually cracked on both sides of the bumper! How ridiculously thin paint I have. Bah. Need to do some touch up soon. Or maybe just re-spray the whole car! Muahaha. Speaking about cars. I have a really fetish plan for my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to force my Dad into getting me rims, and nicer tyres. 16 inch would do. That would probably cost him RM2500. Then I'd get myself a bodykit, with customized side fenders. That would cost me say, RM1500? Change my grill. Door visors, erm can get that for like less than RM100. Airbrush my car accordingly to my own design. I have no idea how much that will cost. What else. Yeah, do another layer of window tinting. Smoke my headlights. Since it's smoked, I doubt my light will be as bright as it used to be, so HID will not be excluded. That's another RM1200. Then I'll proceed to getting myself a new air filter. Probably Blitz, and that's RM300. New springs. Lower the back of the car, it looks really 'retarded' cos it's like so so high. I wonder if I can do exhaust also. It really pissed me off thinking that it's still an automatic 4-gear car. How I wish Malaysia imported manual as well. Then I can do more. Bah.. Yeah, since I have like so many good shit on my car, I might as well get myself anti-car theft system. That's like another RM1000? Should be good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have a feeling to be spending.. RM4500? Excluding the rims and tyres of course. I seriously have no budget for that man. Others, can slowly do but first thing to do is to get rims and wider tyres. Then I can proceed with other plans. Sorry to be suddenly talking about cars though. Blog later, need to go pay car installments. Cars again. Bah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110868955369216022?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110868955369216022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110868955369216022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110868955369216022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110868955369216022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110752817449079765</id><published>2005-02-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:42:54.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky Day..</title><content type='html'>Let's do this real quick. Don't really have the mood to blog. Attended a Press Conference in 98.8 Redifussion Radio Station this morning. Not too bad. Until I went to One Utama for lunch. Wanted to wash car in Eneos because my car really, really is dirty. Just when I got out from the car, the guy said not washing today because they don't have enough workers. I mean hey I'm paying you to wash my car. How could you say that? Nevermind. Went looking for carpark instead and found one after a few roundings. At the same time, this Black color Toyota Altis was totally opposite of me, tailing this couple to their car. But I signalled first. So she signalled as well. Yes, I can see it very clearly she's a lady. In fact, look more like aunty to me. Both of our cars signalled for the carpark. So I thought, if the car reversed to go from where my car is located at, I'd park in because the aunty would have to eventually reverse her car to the back.. and if the car reversed to her side, I'd let her have the carpark. Initially, the car reversed to her side and she did a lot of reversing. So I parked in. Left my car and went for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really check on the car when I got back because I THOUGHT aunties aren't youngsters. They might do stuff to your car. Until I got home just now. Dad showed me a really really long scratch on the left side of my car. FUCKED UP. I knew something would go wrong in the carpark basement, just never thought that aunty would do such thing. I should've marked down her car plate number. Bitch. Really one bitchy bitch. She shall have her punishment soon. By curse. She's cursed. Fucks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110752817449079765?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110752817449079765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110752817449079765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110752817449079765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110752817449079765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/sucky-day.html' title='Sucky Day..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110743016235672360</id><published>2005-02-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:43:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. </title><content type='html'>I thought I did quite a number of things today. Not really a lot.. but it seems like I did a lot of stuff today. Woke up in the morning as usual, send siblings to class. Then I went to college to see Miss Mohana, our programme co-ordinator. Need to see her to check my results. She wasn't there. No one was there. The office was freezing cold. This is what you get when there's no human warmth. Ahaha. Alright, let's get back to the topic. Since no one's in the office, I went back to my car and bumped in to Alan (my CSM lecturer) and he told me to get back around 10am to see Miss Mohana. So I said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See you, Sir"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and off I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and came online for a while then went to take my bath. Got out from house around 9 plus when I took a quick look at my dog. Very cute he is. Muahaha. Went back to college, paid RM2 for carpark.. expensive-nya.. and went up to the office only to found out that Miss Mohana was having meeting with one of her students' parents from the receptionist. Waited for like 15 minutes until I saw her going in the office again. Went to the receptionist and told her once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can I see Miss Mohana now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and she told me that she's still having meeting until I stared at her, and cut her off by saying, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She just got out, I saw her going in the office"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and stared again. She seems to feel a bit pissed, but oh well, couldn't be bothered. So she called her extension number and said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Miss Mohana, Eric's here to see you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- and so I waited, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mohana came out with my results on hand. I was really nervous, and thought that it'd be a very long conversation because I didn't settle my previous fees and I might have to think of many reasons so that I can see my results. Turned out to be.. not. *LOL*  She told me I can proceed to the final semester BUT need to resit one paper. I was like.. half happy, half not. Ahaha. But then again, better than re-doing the whole semester. So I asked, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do I have to go classes again? When is my exam?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and she replied, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, you don't need to go for any classes. What you said just now is REDO. You only need to RESIT one assignment. I'll give you one assignment and you hand it back to me in 2 weeks time. Then you're done. But you have to pay RM450"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was like.. OKAY! *LOL* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll study real hard this semester. Then I'll graduate and take picture with my square hat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stressing about results for like 2 weeks, I finally get to release them muahaha. Called LingLing for breakfast and we went SS15's Asia Cafe. The new food court which took away Shades. One of my favorite hangout place when I studied in Taylors'. Don't know where the aunty and her husband selling Wantan Noodles went though. Delicious :) Had our lunch there and went One Utama later to check out Celebrity Gym.. Celebrity Fitness? Forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice place. We met Darren. A friendly guy with mixed blood. Parents are Hindu's but sister got married to a Chinese family, Uncle's a Muslim and yeah.. He's really mixed. Nice fella. Introduced us everything about the fitness center and hell yeah.. he got me really into it right now. I want to have fit fit body and six packs bla bla bla.. Ahahaha. Mom actually agreed to it but don't know if Dad would sponsor me going to the gym though. Hopefully he will :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot.. I went settle my phone bill after meeting Miss Mohana. Then went yumcha with Danny in Pyramid after One Utama. We shifted from Secret Recipe to Kim Gary because they don't have the food which Danny wanted to have for his lunch. But Danny vomitted out of a sudden after his food.. and we went back after that. Before that I bought 2 t-shirts from Extreme in Pyramid. Nice design ehehe. One red and one white. SMASHING. Fetch Dad home from company after that, didn't feel too good. But he's okay now :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go have my dinner now. Blog later :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110743016235672360?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110743016235672360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110743016235672360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110743016235672360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110743016235672360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally.html' title='Finally.. '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110735554318324731</id><published>2005-02-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:45:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>It was very very hot today. I don't know why but Gary once told me that it's always like that especially when it's Chinese New Year. Didn't really notice this for the past few years but heck it's really really hot today. Had only one bowl of rice today along with some other dishes Mom cooked for lunch. Didn't really feel like eating still but glad I don't feel all the stomach ache and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up early tomorrow morning again sending siblings to class, as usual. Then I think I'll go home and bath myself then off I go to settle my phone bill getting ready for Chinese New Year and check my result in college. I hope I pass, I really do. I even dreamt of my results yesterday night. I passed. But it's only a dream. I hope I pass.. bah.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110735554318324731?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110735554318324731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110735554318324731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110735554318324731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110735554318324731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/hot-sunny-day.html' title='Hot &amp; Sunny Day'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110727353236243757</id><published>2005-02-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:25:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Dreadful Night..</title><content type='html'>Let's do a quick recap on what happened yesterday.. and yesterday night. I woke up in the morning but kinda lazy to fetch siblings to school, so told sis to inform Mom I've headache, which I don't. When I got up in the afternoon, I felt a bit weird. Stomach not feeling too good. Then at night, I went to Philip's dinner with LingLing. Had a bit of headache at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like 10 dishes for dinner and I ate quite a lot. In fact, I think everyone felt bloated. But to me, I felt extra bloated.. and headache. Soon after dinner, we went to a cafe behind Jln Alor, Ole Cafe. Quite a nice place, too bad I wasn't feeling quite alright. I went to Kiosk opposite the street to get myself Panadol Actifast. Indeed, my headache went off in like half an hours time. BUT, stomach still felt uncomfortable. LingLing had to drive me home because of that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I force myself to vomit and I did vommitted for like 5 times before going to bed. I thought it was over, but it came back. Rolled here and there for like the whole night. Stomach pain and all. Man, it was dreadful. Sent a message to sisters phone to inform her about this as I don't think I'll be able to send them to class the next morning. Mom came in my room and asked if I'm alright. Went back to sleep after that.. Still couldn't sleep though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought me porridge for lunch but didn't have appetite for it. Stoned. Tried to get sleep somemore. Mom asked Dad to bring me to the doctor after that. Doctor pressed my stomach for like a few times until I felt pain on the right side of my stomach. Then doctor moved my legs everywhere and asked if I felt anymore pain in the stomach. No pain. So I asked doctor the reason why I felt pain on the right side of my stomach. He told me that he's a bit worried if I happen to have appendicitis and asked to see him if I still feel the pain at night. Luckily, I don't feel any. *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to go sleep. Hopefully I'd feel better tonight. Goodnight people &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110727353236243757?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110727353236243757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110727353236243757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110727353236243757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110727353236243757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-dreadful-night.html' title='What A Dreadful Night..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110711070564813271</id><published>2005-01-31T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T02:45:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House.. Again</title><content type='html'>Yeaps.. Chinese New Year is on its way. Very soon we'll be seeing lotsa red pockets and fire-crackers (is it still illegal?) not to mention MONEY.. Ahaha but before all those may come, I shall start off with my story of CLEANING.. Got up this afternoon and Mom asked to clean the walls and Dad asked to clean the neon lights in the house. When I first heard it, I was a bit lazy to move. But then after a while of thoughts, I shouldn't be at all because I have not been doing housework for like AGES. Been going out A LOT ehehe. So I did wall and neon lights cleaning today. Kinda fun though, using mops to clean the ceilings and walls. Mind me, not the kind of mops with many thick African 'hairs' ehehe, the one which you can squeeze sucked up water when you pull the thingy. Hard to explain but I'm sure you guys have seen it around before. Kinda tired, but happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from friends gathering. Nice and fun. Felt the fun. Ahaha LingLing was drunk. Too much red wine from her house.. open house ahaha. It was fun though, got to eat abalone kept by LingLing so that I can get a taste of it. Ehehe thank you :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm getting all tired now. Gotta sleep. Goodnight everyone :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110711070564813271?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110711070564813271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110711070564813271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110711070564813271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110711070564813271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/cleaning-house-again.html' title='Cleaning House.. 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2162.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mini &amp; super mini superman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699073486126824?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699073486126824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699073486126824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699073486126824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699073486126824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-mini-super-mini-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110699069855211451</id><published>2005-01-29T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:24:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mini living room :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699069855211451?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699069855211451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699069855211451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699069855211451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699069855211451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-mini-living-room.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110699067774347442</id><published>2005-01-29T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:24:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2160.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2160.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mini cupboards :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699067774347442?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699067774347442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699067774347442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699067774347442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699067774347442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-mini-cupboards.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110699064118878509</id><published>2005-01-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:24:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2159.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my desktop :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699064118878509?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699064118878509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699064118878509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699064118878509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699064118878509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110699049294700135</id><published>2005-01-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:21:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2158.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/IMG_2158.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699049294700135?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699049294700135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699049294700135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699049294700135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699049294700135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110699045714586672</id><published>2005-01-29T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:20:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Time!</title><content type='html'>Didn't really plan to tidy up room today. But then Mom asked to clean the house so I thought yeah why not just clean my room as well? Chinese New Years coming soon, in like 10 days time? Ehehe after cleaning the house I clean my room. Nothing much. But at least it look much better than last time, ain't that right Ling? Ahaha. This is how my room look like after cleaning :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's small. Don't laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman's are courtesies from LingLing. Thank you! Ehehe LOVE THEM LOADS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110699045714586672?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110699045714586672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110699045714586672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699045714586672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110699045714586672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/cleaning-time_29.html' title='Cleaning Time!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110692381047606323</id><published>2005-01-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:50:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Now now, time for me to update you guys on my trip to Ipoh. Was invited to be guest judge and guest artiste yesterday night. Went with my manager, Gary. Not my friend Gary yeah ahaha. The journey was okay I guess. We had some serious discussions about music industries. Made my knowledge one level higher. Thank you Gary. It took us about 2 - 3 hours to reach Ipoh from Kuala Lumpur. Tiring though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8 plus when we reached the place. Shutter 8 turned out to be a pub/disco. Something like what we see in BarMed, or Q-bar. But the people there are very nice. I had a bodyguard in front of me when I need to go to the toilet. They are very friendly people. Thank you ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I judged 15 contestants. Overall, I would say they are all good singers. I'm very impressed. I might lose if I take part in that competition ehehe. Very steady singers. Not to mention, I see a lot of familiar faces too! Some of them are my friends :) I think it is a very small world when it comes to singing competitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the results were revealed, oh yeah they had to choose 10 contestants from the 15 for final. The host called my name and surprisingly, people clapped their hands and I felt really really, welcomed ehehe. So I performed, and audiences from all ages, adults to teenagers to married couples took pictures with their phone camera's. People are really catching up with technologies nowadays ehehe. Then they shooked my hands and gave flowers. Man it's been so long since I last felt all those. Very very happy. In the end they shouted for encore. I was asked to sing the song I sang for Astro Talent Quest. So I sang the chorus part without any music. They clapped and sing along. I'm touched ahahaha. Thank you people for still remembering me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 4 in the morning when I reached home yesterday night. Didn't manage to talk to LingLing though. Only messaged her to tell her I reach home. Slept for like 13 hours the whole of today. Still tired though. A bit headache, too! Ahaha but I'm happy and I will do my very best so that people who are still supporting me will not be disappointed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110692381047606323?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110692381047606323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110692381047606323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110692381047606323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110692381047606323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/ipoh-rocks.html' title='Ipoh Rocks!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110670049169438092</id><published>2005-01-26T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T08:48:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil' Worried</title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty harsh on me lately.. a lil good and a lil bad, no.. It's many bad *LOL* My results are out but because I didn't pay part of my fees, they wouldn't let it out. Will drop by in college later in the afternoon to see my lecturer. I don't wanna repeat semester, I don't wanna redo any subject, I just wanna proceed. But am worried. This is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep yesterday night. Had some stuff lingering in my mind. Couldn't get it out. 2 days. We'd give it another 2 days. Then we should really start worrying, right? Speechless.. But I really hope nothing 'too' differents' gonna come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be performing in Ipoh tomorrow, at a place they call 'Shutter 8'. From what I know, it used to be some disco. Or is it still a disco? Wish me luck people. It has been too long since I last perform on stage. &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/8181610-110670049169438092?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110670049169438092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110670049169438092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110670049169438092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110670049169438092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2005/01/lil-worried.html' title='A Lil&apos; Worried'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110134477973798918</id><published>2004-11-25T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:27:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Am I?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I think this is way too long for me not blogging here. My apologies to everyone visiting this page, especially Ling :) But no worries, I'll be blogging more often from today onwards. Great news, no more fried modems, no more account problems (unless if I forgot to pay Streamyx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have come in blogging today.. now I've to go out. But before I do, I would like to tell the kid who actually copied Iris's name to write nonsense on my site. You do have a name, I believe but why waste it using other people's name? You should be ashamed of yourself. Do me a favor, make this your last time. Your family will be proud of you :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110134477973798918?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110134477973798918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110134477973798918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110134477973798918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110134477973798918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-am-i.html' title='How Am I?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110127992104361620</id><published>2004-11-24T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T15:18:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Shocked..</title><content type='html'>Went home early after work yesterday. Left around 7pm. The weather was quite windy I'd say. Drove off and Mom called if I'm going home for dinner, so I said yes. Felt very happy to go home for dinner because during my previous shifts, I couldn't have dinner at home. So, for the first time I felt like.. yeah I'm going home for dinner! Ehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove off back home and as usual, I went upstairs to change my clothes and went down getting ready for dinner until I found out my sister was in the toilets downstairs, vommitting. Then Dad and Mom were carrying her up to the chair. Turned out to be that she was having headache for quite some time. She didn't tell Mom about it. Both her hands were cramped and her eyes were closed. I don't think she could talk at that time. So Dad and Mom used some herb oils and rubbed softly on her wrist, to let the blood flows. I was holding her back so that she doesn't fall off the chair. Then we carried her to the sofa in the living room. Not long after that, she vommited again. But it was all water. Then her mouth cramped and she started breathing real hard. Like she couldn't breathe. I felt really shocked. I didn't know what to do but to stand and watched. Then I went and help Dad and Mom with the herb oils and rubbed her wrist softly. After a while, Mom asked me to get a doctor nearby our house. Off I went to get the doctor to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked my sister, and when he was checking her he asked questions like;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Girl, are you feeling okay? Do you hear me? How's your vision?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -- The feeling I had at that time seeing her in that kind of situation, I felt worried. I even had the sour feeling in my nose. But I watched calmly and pray it's not going to be something bad. Doctor gave her 2 injections. To relieve her headache and cramps. She fell asleep after that. I went with the doctor back to the clinic to get the rest of the medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner after that. What I have to say after yesterdays' situation is never drag any sickness you have. Including small ones like headaches. Stay healthy and stay healthy.. Did I mention stay healthy? Yes, &lt;strong&gt;STAY HEALTHY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110127992104361620?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110127992104361620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110127992104361620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110127992104361620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110127992104361620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-shocked.html' title='In Shocked..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110097498562345236</id><published>2004-11-21T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T02:23:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Fill In This Blank Space </title><content type='html'>It has been quite some time since I last blogged. This line is so familiar, I think I might have used it once blogging here. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at home today. Mom cooked this Taufu with meat and it's spicy. Kind of spicy la, not too spicy I would say. Oh well, I don't even think chilly padi is hot ahahaha. Alright, then Mom played with me as in she pinches me here and there, and because of that.. I choked with a rice in my nose, and it's freaking HOT cos of the food! My goodness.. I've never felt so HOT my life! Ahahaha imagine if it was chilly padi. My god. I'd be dead of suffocations by now. *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went yumcha with ASTOOer's just now with &lt;a href="http://irisng.blogspot.com"&gt;LingLing&lt;/a&gt;. It's fun. I've not been going yumcha session for like years. It felt so, so good. I enjoyed it. I hope &lt;a href="http://irisng.blogspot.com"&gt;LingLing&lt;/a&gt; was enjoying it too la, cos she say she headache.. and we have not been seeing each other for like one week already. First time see after one week she say headache. Aih.. but then no more headache later after that. Oh yeah, don't know what day is today.. cos there were fireworks everywhere, and people selling flowers. I seriously have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been told by &lt;a href="http://www.isis4life.com"&gt;Isis&lt;/a&gt; that the 24 hours shift will end tomorrow. Good news. I like that. Finally will have my nightlife back in place. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my"&gt;8tv&lt;/a&gt; ehehe&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/8181610-110097498562345236?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110097498562345236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110097498562345236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110097498562345236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110097498562345236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-to-fill-in-this-blank-space.html' title='Just To Fill In This Blank Space '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-110026856721563061</id><published>2004-11-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:09:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth.. Hurts </title><content type='html'>It has been almost one week since the incident of losing my job at 8tv, and yesterday when Deni came in to replace Charlene's place for the first time. I couldn't help not to think about how pissed I was to lose the job to a friend.. a good friend of mine. We didn't talk much because things were really, really awkward then. He asked why I didn't reply his message asking if I still wanted the job. But the truth is, he didn't ask.. he only stated that he's asked to replace the spot. I was really stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message from Deni this afternoon and he apologized for everything. After hearing his side of the story, I felt worse cos I don't know what else to think of. It's like when you know there are faults from everywhere and yet you cannot do anything about it cos they've apologized. I have to admit sometimes I am too soft at heart. Maybe it's because if there's any chances of recovering I will do it. The thing is we all know that, I lost a job which I needed a lot, for now. Dad has to wait for quite some time before getting his project started, and I'm like.. losing something which I can help myself, and a bit in the family with. It's all gone, just like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is life.. it's just too realistic. Too hard to believe things that might happen without much of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-110026856721563061?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/110026856721563061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=110026856721563061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110026856721563061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/110026856721563061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/truth-hurts.html' title='The Truth.. Hurts '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109993329229431306</id><published>2004-11-09T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:01:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair, Or Not?</title><content type='html'>I know it is not some big deal to lose something you want so much but if i don't say it out, I'm afraid I'll explode. Working life is not that exciting after all.. Things just happened without any reasons.. or is there no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost one month and a half since I started working at 8tv. The first month was very memorable because I had to work 4am everyday for the first time ever in my life. Waking up in the middle of the night is just not easy. Plus driving alone on highway.. it's quite tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago I talked to my collegue about taking over one of the moderators place because she found another job elsewhere. It was quite flexible for you only go work an hour a day, although it's from 1am to 2am. At least you get some side income for bills and savings. I don't have allowance and I feel bad to keep asking money from parents. Moreover, I'm already 22. So I thought yeah I needed this job and told him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the story. Waiting for the news is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with 2 messages from Deni.. telling me how tired he was and the other one, to my surprise.. telling me he's replacing the moderators place. I was very disappointed. Knowing this I messaged my collegue and asked if it was true.. and his reason was that, his boss said so. What? Okay, so what makes me and Deni different? We are both interns at 8tv, both from the same course, both doing the same thing everyday.. only our schedule is different. How much difference that enables him to get the job? I asked for it first, and by right I should be able to get the place? I really couldn't think of other reasons why I don't get the job? I was very, very disappointed today. Never felt like this before.. Can I blame anyone? No, I can't. Maybe it's not my luck after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna bug the rest of my remaining days working at 8tv. Damn right it's gonna bug me..&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/8181610-109993329229431306?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109993329229431306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109993329229431306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109993329229431306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109993329229431306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/fair-or-not.html' title='Fair, Or Not?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109949809751048438</id><published>2004-11-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:01:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Education of Little Tree</title><content type='html'>I was at work today, and since it's a Wednesday.. 8TV calls it PopCorn Wednesday. They showed this movie called The Education of Little Tree. It's a movie about an Indian boy learning stuffs about ways of living from his grandparents. I didn't watch it from the beginning cos' I thought it's one of those boring movies around until I sat down quietly.. eating McD's watching until the end of the movie. It's simply touching, and it actually made me think about how lucky I am compared to Little Tree. Little Tree is the boys' name by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this part where people from the city came to take Little Tree away from his grandparents because they didn't put him to school. Worse still, they can't do anything about it but to watch them take Little Tree away from them. Little Tree is an Indian and so when he reached the school in the city, he's given a new name. An American name; Joshua. But Little Tree didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this line, which I think is very commonly used in other movies but I still find it very meaningful. Little Tree's grandmother told him that, "&lt;em&gt;no matter where he goes and if ever he needs talking to them, all he need to do is to look up the stars in the sky and they will know, for they will be looking at the same stars up in the sky."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Little Tree made me realise how much my parents love me.. and how they worked so hard for me to have what I want. There are too much to say if I were to compare what I have with Little Tree because he has nothing.. and I have more than what I should have. I really feel like giving both my parents a big hug, and thank them for everything. But somehow I feel shy. Maybe because I have not been a good son to them lately for going out late at night and not helping them out with houseworks instead, I spend money like no one else did. Maybe one day I should bring them out for a good dinner, just with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad and Mom.. and my sister and brother. I love you guys and thanks for everything *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109949809751048438?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109949809751048438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109949809751048438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109949809751048438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109949809751048438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/education-of-little-tree.html' title='The Education of Little Tree'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109941760921999093</id><published>2004-11-03T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:46:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I was surfing around.. again.. and I found this website! &lt;a href="http://www.something.com"&gt;www.something.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? There's really a 'something' there! Man, I really cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see it for yourself. You'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109941760921999093?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109941760921999093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109941760921999093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109941760921999093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109941760921999093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/what.html' title='WHAT!?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109941707174544524</id><published>2004-11-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:37:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have Holidays? </title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday today, to the exact 0130 and that's one hour and a half after the arrival of Wednesday.. and the end of Tuesday, which means there's like only 4 days before the new week comes in. What's with the days today.. I don't know. I guess I'm starting to shit around. Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed a while just now for guitar tabs and saw The Calling singing on television. Saw the chords on his hands, seems easy enough. So I went online to search for his guitar tabs on Freshtabs.com. Found it. Indeed the chords are pretty easy I'd say. I ought to try it when I wake up tomorrow. Come to think of it, I haven't been listening to English songs for like erm, 4 years? What was I doing for 4 years.. yeah Chinese songs. Oh well, at least I got my Chinese language fixed pretty well ya.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something came across my mind, do I have holidays working at 8tv? Do I still come to work when it's RAYA? Man, I don't know.. really. Hmm.. I should start asking ya. Cos all I know is TV stations don't deal with holidays. But that doesn't mean we (employers) don't deal with them too! Ahahaha pardon me. I'm shitting around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some rest. See you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109941707174544524?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109941707174544524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109941707174544524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109941707174544524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109941707174544524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-i-have-holidays.html' title='Do I Have Holidays? '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109932011093245631</id><published>2004-11-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:48:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Myself</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of working back to normal time, at least half normal compared to my working time of 4am to 11am. I'm working 8pm to 4am now. Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the difference between working at the 4am shift and 8pm shift is, erm.. there's more work to be done at the 8pm shift, and yeah.. &lt;strong&gt;STRESS. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh well, I can handle it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. I have to go through some traffics on the way to work just now. Have to admit it's better driving on the 4am shift. Much cooler and relaxed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta eat me McD's first. Laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109932011093245631?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109932011093245631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109932011093245631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109932011093245631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109932011093245631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-to-myself.html' title='Back To Myself'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109891535081760984</id><published>2004-10-28T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T07:53:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I had a sudden but serious topic with my Mom yesterday night. It happened after some incident with my sister and brother, it's kinda hard to explain what happened so I'll just leave it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me I'm living with few faces of my own even when I'm at such a young age. So what will happen in the mere future? I really don't know. But am I really living with few faces of my own? I admit that I am different when I'm with my family and close friends compared to people whom I just met. Or could it be of social sakes I became a different me. I often show faces to my siblings when they talk to me. But I don't mean anything cos I see myself to be only joking with them, and in my Mom's eyes.. I'm being very mean and so to say, turn-them-down-on-the-spot when they try to bring up a discussion with me. Maybe at times when I'm in a bad mood I talk to them in a different tone, not really encouraging but I did it still. How about now? I wasn't in a bad mood yesterday, yet I turned them down as how I mentioned just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that one can never see how they behave compared to the eyes of others. I always thought the way I behaved all these years have no offence to anyone, and I was wrong. In my Mom's eyes, she sees the other side of me because she's the closest to me, and she's my Mother. Mother knows best, and this is true. There are a lot of things which I didn't do nowadays compared to days back then, where I helped Mom do all her housework. Talk to her almost about everything.. Where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time for me to change who I am right now. But will I lose all my friends if I behave like how I behaved at home? When I'm with my family? I believe so. I might just be one of the guys where people hated a lot.. not friendly, not sociable, snobbish.. Maybe it's true when people say I'm a snobbish person when they look at my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the prove of how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can actually judge a book by its cover? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I have many faces?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Towards different people, in different places?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that human nature I ask myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, I couldn't tell..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always wanted to be who I am,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who is the real me in reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I really am who I am,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I being said of those by people around me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk to people I look in their eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell many things, including truth and lies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I look at myself to the mirror on the wall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell if I am being who I really am,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting low or standing tall? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I, can anyone tell me.. and remind me?&lt;/em&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/8181610-109891535081760984?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109891535081760984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109891535081760984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109891535081760984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109891535081760984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109877729171716070</id><published>2004-10-26T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:54:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/diyviosway.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/diyviosway.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it yourself the vios way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109877729171716070?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109877729171716070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109877729171716070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109877729171716070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109877729171716070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-it-yourself-vios-way.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109877499234707190</id><published>2004-10-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:16:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/DIY2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/DIY2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it yourself (courtesy from hp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109877499234707190?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109877499234707190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109877499234707190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109877499234707190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109877499234707190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-it-yourself-courtesy-from-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109848017274281717</id><published>2004-10-23T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T05:22:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot about blogging what happened 2 days ago, or was that just a day ago? Eheheehe couldn't remember. Working 4 am in the morning is really making me confused of days and nights, its either I thoughts it's one day earlier or one day later.. Alright here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after work and slept around 12 plus in the afternoon, roughly around that time. Then I woke up all of a sudden and looked at the clock, it was 5.45 (didn't write this on international hour cos you will know why after this) and I go, "Oh shit, not again! I'm late again!" More convincing towards what happened, I saw a miss call from LingLing and a message from her saying I didn't message her, and I thought I slept the whole 12 hours! Was about to call Cynthia and apologized for being late, again. I called LingLing and asked if it's 5.45 in the morning or evening, (the weather out there look like it's in the morning you see) and LingLing was laughing her head off telling me it's 5.45 in the evening.. and that's 1745 instead of 0545.. Ahahaha I was so stoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very stoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109848017274281717?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109848017274281717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109848017274281717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109848017274281717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109848017274281717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109839272766959507</id><published>2004-10-22T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:24:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I must say to you..</title><content type='html'>We kinda talked over about something 2 days ago, and it wasn't really nice to be in that situation after so long of not getting involved. Yes, it's true that I've not been paying much attention to you and I thought I did.. I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was online yesterday and found out that you have changed your nick. It says, "Has made herself much too available &amp;amp; attainable but very unreceptive.." I felt really bad to be honest, seeing how much disappointment I have given you. The debate yesterday was very much said that I have hurt you in some other ways. I don't mean it. I just wanted the best for the both of us. I promised you things yet I never really did it because I thought I did it in a way. Instead of asking myself to see from your point of view, I asked you to do it seeing from my point of view. I shouldn't have asked you to do this and that because in this relationship, you have done more than enough. You have tried your very best to be a good girlfriend, giving everything you have, made yourself all available even when you're facing exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we spoke on the phone yesterday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing seem to be the same as days away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish all these to go as far as they could,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leave us with only happiness inputs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; never meant to say those things to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ay you forgive me.. for everything I've done to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ometimes I only do things without you saying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;verall you're the one who's been telling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;idiculously I never admit all my mistakes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;idiculously I gave you all these unwanted state,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou want the best for everything and I shall let my mistakes fade..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Ling, I too had put my pillow higher and thought hard of it, and I realized what happened is because of what I did, not you. Don't tell me what to do, I shall not let you down in time to come *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109839272766959507?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109839272766959507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109839272766959507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109839272766959507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109839272766959507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-i-must-say-to-you.html' title='Something I must say to you..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109831457540742636</id><published>2004-10-21T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:22:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it!</title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist not to look for the lyrics online ehehe.. Skipped a bit of work to search for it and yeah I found it! Muahahaha enjoy yeah? I'm enjoying it already ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist : OAG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song : Akustatik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Positive Tone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seusia malamku menantimu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dihembus embun aku tersipu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkinkah kau lupa temu janji kita &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau gembira bersama teman-temanmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berlari-lari ku mencarimu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selembut salju musim berlalu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa berubah sekelip mata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hatiku gundah tiada terhingga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau umpama merpati putih &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patah sayapnya di udara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bercahaya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engkau umpama merpati putih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patah sayapnya di udara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau umpama merpati putih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patah sayapnya di udara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109831457540742636?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109831457540742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109831457540742636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831457540742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831457540742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-found-it.html' title='I found it!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109831372736356118</id><published>2004-10-21T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:08:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;engkau umpama merpati putih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patah sayapnya di udara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau umpana merpati putih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patah sayapnya di udara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone of you heard of this song before? I listen to it everyday at my workplace because they play this song at this time, very often :) I like the melody of this song.. I had the title but left it somewhere with my braincells, maybe they went out to play.. All I know is OAG sang this song. Very nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah guess what? I feel like doing another poetry here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku merindui suara mu yang manis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku merasai kehilangan diri mu di kota permaisuri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku menanti kepulangan mu ke sisi hati,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku menunggu keajaiban yang bakal menjadi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it's kinda hard to write poems in Bahasa Melayu.. Even after finishing the first part, it's even harder to continue writing ahahaha oh well, there's always a start for everything. I'll just practise more ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109831372736356118?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109831372736356118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109831372736356118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831372736356118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831372736356118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/have-you.html' title='Have you?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109831236947212133</id><published>2004-10-21T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T06:46:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you got to say?</title><content type='html'>Yeaps I have read some comments here about the way I should write.. I've decided to do a bit of both with DOTS.. Yeaps.. From today onwards this is how my writing style's gonna be, the LIMERIC style muahahahaa.. Suddenly feel like writing idioms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, friendship and family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I will always have in me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money, fame and fortune,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encourage nothing but dreaded moans,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robberies, terrorists and sacrifices,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indirectly make its way to the top of notion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Controlling minds of little ones..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit the out but oh well, it's 0633 ahahaha a bit the hard to think properly.. Oh yeah, I was on my way to work just 1 hour ago yeah I woke up late again.. Man tiring.. Was doing a left turn and stayed on the right lane after that when a green colored Nissan Sentra kinda swerved to my lane because of a slow moving truck in front of him. So I gave him a very light horn and he started speeding his way up to LDP Highway. Very ironic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my time driving to One Utama until I saw him again. Without any intension of racing I slowly overtook him from the middle lane to the fast lane, (he was in the middle lane though) looked at him a while, and continue driving. He sticked his car near to mine and started following close. What was that all about? I stepped on the pedal and ditched him away far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very funny when you're driving and something like this happened, and they started doing things like that to you. I was thinking after that, is my level of patience getting lower? Why am I easily offended by drivers like that, when I can just let him drive his way through? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from a third party of this situation, what have you got to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109831236947212133?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109831236947212133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109831236947212133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831236947212133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109831236947212133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-have-you-got-to-say.html' title='What have you got to say?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109822599480435395</id><published>2004-10-20T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T06:46:34.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i, or should i not?</title><content type='html'>FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my second time blogging.. whats up with pressing shift + page up here man.. everything goes blank doing that.. not even pressing ctrl + z helps getting them back.. frust.. alright im really gonna make this as simple as possible.. the first one is better.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about why pictures online cannot be viewed.. so its server down? and if i should change my style of blogging.. cos what im doing here is just very informal.. wihout capital letters after every dots.. using lotsa dots.. and did i mention dots.. ahahaha yeah its kinda hard to explain la.. oh yeah and all these la's and lor's malaysian style.. i'll do a comparison here.. read carefully ah.. this is like doing primary english exercise man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"today is a very nice day to be sleeping.. i wonder if i should go to bed or continue blogging leh? ahahaha i dont know wor.. couldnt make decision.. feeling hungry at the same time also.. aih.. oh well maybe i should just continue blogging and start thinking of lingling cos its really tiring working so early in the morning like this.. 0638 only.. aih.. so whats uppp malaysia?! alrights im just shitting with you now.. ahahah ive been loitering around too long.. i should get back to work now.. see ya"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today is a very nice day to be sleeping but I wonder if I should go to bed or continue blogging? I dont know, couldnt make decision and am feeling hungry at the same time as well. Oh well, maybe I should just continue blogging and start thinking of LingLing because it's really tiring working so early in the morning like this, its only 0638. So, what's up Malaysia! Alright I'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;m just shitting with you now because I'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ve been loitering around too long. I should get back to work now, see ya."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the difference? what do you think? can i do a bit of both? without those dots, "..." the whole sentence would be like.. emotion-less.. yeah its like reading newspaper.. with those dots its like reading a live journal.. thats the whole point why people blog right? ahahah yeah i think i'll do a bit of both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys have any suggestion.. post it up here or link it up there yeah? ehehehe see you.. not gonna press shift + page up again.. gonna do ctrl + a ahahaha byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109822599480435395?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109822599480435395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109822599480435395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109822599480435395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109822599480435395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='should i, or should i not?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109812147904792399</id><published>2004-10-19T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T02:01:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another shock.. </title><content type='html'>i was having lunch with lingling today.. and teaching her how to play noah's ark on my pda when a short message from daryl came in.. it says, "bro.. cairil commit suicide.. pass away ar.." i was like.. WHAT?! before i could reply him kai sheng called from johor and told me the same news.. i was really shocked.. hoping it wasnt true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody was calling everyone who are friends with cairil.. in the end keong told me its true.. i was like.. man.. this is my third time experiencing news like that.. losing 3 friends in one year.. i really really pray with my fingers crossed not to hear any of these news anymore.. no more.. and it happened today.. here i want to talk a bit about cairil.. a friend i met 3 years ago when i was doing canadian pre-university in taylors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cairils a boyfriend to my old schoolmate.. desiree when they were doing a levels in taylors.. i got to know cairil through daryl and desiree.. cairils a very easy-going person.. and everybody would say he's cute when they get to know him.. although we didnt really go out and kinda lost touch after taylors.. we were in the same college after that.. sunway college.. we dont go out often.. but asking how we're doing everytime we bumped into each other is a must.. and we always say hi from afar when we see each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw cairil somewhere few days back.. and i didnt approach to say hi cos we were walking the opposite direction.. and hearing the news about him today made me regret so much.. for not saying at least a hello.. i feel life is getting more and more unpredictable nowadays.. and very ironic.. it happens every now and then.. i really am feeling speechless now.. for losing a friend i seldom kept in touch with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend is like carving a scar in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend means you'll never get to keep in touch,&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend means drifting you and me forever apart,&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend is like missing you forever so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of you and me will never end,&lt;br /&gt;for it will be here staying in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace my friend,&lt;br /&gt;watching and taking care of us from far apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 19th, 2004 - 1.40 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109812147904792399?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109812147904792399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109812147904792399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109812147904792399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109812147904792399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-shock.html' title='another shock.. '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109800269803213936</id><published>2004-10-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:44:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car break-down</title><content type='html'>Date: 17th October 2004&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1:06am&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Restaurant Padang Jawa 24 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving off from girlfriends house and discovered smoke coming out from the engine bay.. called up nazlee and he asked to go Padang Kota Mamak, the place where tvcm's first gathering was held.. reached there after 14 minutes drive.. nazlee, terrence and vmpire2 checked my car and found out smokes coming out from the engine bay.. opened car hood and terrence brought his torchlight to locate where the smoke come from.. after a while of checking.. smoke resulted from unknown oils dripping towards hot engine somewhere down below.. couldnt really see where.. decided to leave the car to rest before further check-ups.. start engine after that and revved a few times before big big smoke came up from the engine bay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to call up toyota's 24 hour toll service.. the red toyota card.. didnt start the engine cos of the smokes but pushed the car to another side.. terrence steered while me, nazlee and vmpire2 pushed.. discovered another BIG patch of oils on the road where the car last located.. SCARY.. sat and waited for tow truck to come while chatting about cars in general with nazlee and his wife, nozilan, terrence and vmpire2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tow truck arrived around 3.00 am and towed me car back to my house.. dad said its too dangerous to leave the car in SC.. departed from Padang Kota Mamak after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i would want to extend my greatest gratitude from the bottom of my heart to nazlee and wife, nozilan, terrence and vmpire2 (in alphabetical order) for helping me out just now.. without you guys i'd be stuck in the middle of nowhere and might also blowed my engine away.. they have truly shown a very high spirit towards helping members in need of tvcm.. im very touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TVCM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off @ 5.50 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109800269803213936?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109800269803213936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109800269803213936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109800269803213936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109800269803213936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/car-break-down.html' title='car break-down'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109762277861875500</id><published>2004-10-13T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T07:12:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day working morning shift?</title><content type='html'>helloo.. is this morning or midnight? or.. eric is no longer able to differenciate whats day and night.. this is my first time waking up 3 plus in the morning and going for a 4 am shift.. as soon as i got myself refreshed from the bed.. i drove myself off to 8tv.. a very cool and refreshing environment i must say.. nice to know that one is able to do almost anything on the road at such awkward time.. i did a u-turn on nkve highway.. just for the fun of it.. and going the other way round of jalan sehala.. going totally the opposite way in the highway.. man you dont get to do all these in the daytime nor night-time where all the cars comes speeding away.. ahahahaha im happy to know i can do that for the rest of the weeks of OCTOBER! ahahahaha man working 4 am in the morning.. love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just checked out some bodykits for my car.. man i cant wait.. end of this year.. my cars gonna be one chun babe ehehehe.. there goes my cash.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah lingling stuff something on my phone.. lemme see.. it looked like a cheque.. wait its a one million dollar cheque! USD! ahahaha nah im just shitting around.. *awww so sweet* its a small note! ahahaha yes yes its very comfy ehehehe love ya lots! i shall come conquer your house soon dont worry ekekeke *love love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 7 am..&lt;br /&gt;where are all my friends..&lt;br /&gt;must be sleeping really tight..&lt;br /&gt;having fun through the night..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bed..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my pillow..&lt;br /&gt;but most of all..&lt;br /&gt;i miss myself the sleepy head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih.. i want to sleep! bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109762277861875500?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109762277861875500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109762277861875500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109762277861875500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109762277861875500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-day-working-morning-shift.html' title='first day working morning shift?'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109708239310078062</id><published>2004-10-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:06:33.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring night</title><content type='html'>today is my third day working at 8tv.. man im feeling more tired everyday.. ahahaha.. today i did some work of gathering different ages of some sms contest.. very the tired.. ahahaha especially my eyes.. its already small.. and i think its getting smaller... muahahahaha not to mention the 8tv theme.. its lingering in my head forever.. ahahahaha beh tahan.. lalalalalaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats gonna happen tomorrow? i dont know.. this week i'll be working from 6pm to 3am.. will be off on friday cos i've to go back to college to see some of my lecturers from victoria university.. ahhhh.. i think its gonna be damn boring cos its starting from 930 til 1530.. then i'll be heading home to watch MI with my family and lingling in genting highlands.. must be very very pack up there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should look forward to next weeks schedule.. maybe not.. cos i'll be working alone.. not exactly alone but deni wont be going in work with me.. i'll be working with cynthia and bhavesh.. aih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me lucks people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109708239310078062?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109708239310078062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109708239310078062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109708239310078062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109708239310078062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/tiring-night.html' title='tiring night'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109698955228755014</id><published>2004-10-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:19:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working life</title><content type='html'>well well.. i was very curious of how my internships gonna be before this.. working in 8tv is like hmm.. fun? alrights i get all the answers for it now cos im blogging from my working place at the moment.. okay let me tell you what my work is like.. im placed under the interactive department doing bugs for tv programmes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically my work is kinda relax.. and fun.. ahahaha but the working hours is like.. whoah totally taking away my nightlife.. ahahaha.. which means i cant go out yumcha with my friends.. i cant go out with my friends.. i cant spend time with my family.. and most of all.. i cant see my lingling.. man.. this is so cham.. ahaahaha.. i'll have to work night shift from 6pm til 3am this week.. then i'll be working from 4am til 11am? ahahah imagine waking up 3 in the morning and getting ready to WORK? ahahaha i cant imagine that.. but i think i'll be immune to it after a while.. im gonna miss my nightlife and spending time with lingling going out for movies whenever we want and going out dinner or yumcha at night.. most of all.. if i were to go visit lingling nowadays.. i might have to think twice cos i wont be able to visit her in the daytime neither night time.. come to think of it.. maybe i wont even be able to differenciate night and day ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. my working place is also full of smokes.. cos they smoke :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109698955228755014?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109698955228755014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109698955228755014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109698955228755014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109698955228755014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/working-life.html' title='working life'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109659191905528166</id><published>2004-10-01T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:51:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been few days already since i last blogged.. ehehehe.. yeaps had to deal with assignments straight after our anniversary.. this year marks the 3rd time of me celebrating linglings birthday.. muahahaha so i decided to make something different this year.. i didnt even let a single clue out for her cos shes just too smart to find out.. trust me.. she is indeed smart.. i dont know how but very very very smart.. ahahaha but this year.. i win muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put her present and a cake in the bistro at bangsar.. telawi bistro.. yeaps.. it has been so long since i last went bangsar.. man.. its still the same.. just that they now have to close the whole street down by 2 am.. sad huh.. BUT.. linglings birthday celebration remained steady and cute and cute and did i mention CUTE? ahahaha let me now tell you a story of lingling the cow.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at bistro around 10 plus.. not later than 1030 pm.. yeaps.. cos i told a friend of mine to help me book the table.. we had late dinner.. hmm.. here i would like to give a credit and ten points to the oneBear team ahahaha.. thanks bro.. then we chatted a while before he left the whole table to us.. lingling started playing cards.. so me, lingling, chris and dorothy played while waiting for the rest to come.. the rest of linglings friends are siewkwan and ah ding, jielin and darren, adele, evelyn and her boyfriend.. we were playing cards until lingling wanted something different.. so this was what chris suggested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why dont we all play a game called small cow (showing a big sign with 2 hands) and big cow (showing a small sign with 2 hands) each of us will have to do opposite signs until one of us shows bla bla bla..", sorry cos i dont really know the game also.. ahahah but it was fun.. very very the fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off we played and the loser had to drink.. lingling drank a lot.. and she became a bit off.. ahahaha and said to everyone of us.. "big cow, we are all cows! eehehehehe", and laughed like that.. exactly like eheheh.. ahahahah so CUTE so CUTEEEEEE! ahahahaha we are all cows.. my god.. never have i seen such a cute and lovely girl.. i must be the luckiest guy on earth :) aiyoor.. mana boleh tahan.. oh oh before that dorothy ordered her a glass of lamborghini something.. or something lamborghini.. couldnt recall.. cos i drank also.. ahaah surprisingly i didnt vomit..&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha im getting a hang out of this already ekekeke.. and then she drank and became the cow again.. ahahahaha.. it was only  11 plus and everyone was like kinda drunk ahahaha.. so i was a bit worried if my surprise will not be one.. but when the cake came out with the present everything turned out fine.. lingling was too drunk to notice the surprise i think.. but she sure do look like a happy birthday girl.. ehehee love to see her so happy.. she gave me a nick too.. happy boy muahahaha.. and she will be the happy girl.. eekkekee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 20th birthday lingling *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109659191905528166?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109659191905528166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109659191905528166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109659191905528166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109659191905528166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-has-been-few-days-already-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109585568848977051</id><published>2004-09-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:21:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/1.5e2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/1.5e2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109585568848977051?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109585568848977051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109585568848977051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109585568848977051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109585568848977051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/avatar.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109564311583346197</id><published>2004-09-20T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T09:18:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second year anniversary!</title><content type='html'>ehehehe yeaps today is the second day after our second year anniversary! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we reach kl and sent lingling home.. i went to one utama with jay to wash car.. so we sent the car to wash and went to walk around one utama.. after one hour we went back to eneos (the place where the car was sent to wash) only to found out the car is still as dirty as before.. so i told the lady i have to leave.. she said the car was about to be send to wash.. but i didnt want to wait cos i have to go home to fetch my siblings and lingling to dinner.. yeaps lingling spent me dinner.. where? tell you later man.. ahahaha so i sent jay home and went home straight using NKVE.. it was raining somemore.. but somehow the weather looks really cooling to me.. love it.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home half and hour after that and changed.. it too me another half an hour to reach linglings house.. again.. it was raining with lightning.. but the weather looks real good.. ahahaha but i was too excited to see lingling so i stepped on the pedal to reach faster.. lingling wore all white! ehehehe i was wearing this red collar shirt and khakis pants.. with white shoe :) linglings shoe was white too.. but a bit the high.. ehehe cos high heel shoe.. and she wants our anniversary to look good *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sg. wang to take sticker pictures! ahahaha its been quite sometime since the last time we took those.. it was fun.. there were 3 cameras located vertically at each other.. and they are known as camera 1, 2 and 3.. ehehehe 1 for the highest position, 2 for center position and 3 for lowest position.. we took 1 and 2 most of all.. a bit of the 3.. eehhee it was so fun.. we smiled and laughed to the camera like little kids.. ekekeke we even did scary face! ekekeke seeing lingling laughing makes me feel so happy.. oh did i mention? it was quite tiring too! ahahaha it took quite sometime to develop those pictures.. but we look nice.. lingling look so pretty.. her eyes were so so big! not to mention her smile.. so sweet.. ekekkee and lingling said i look cute and handsome? ahahaha *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending sis off to her friends house in ampang which was kinda adventurous cos its a bit the hard to find the place.. but we managed to find it.. ahhahhaa lingling and i make quite a team you know.. then we went to tamarinds hill for dinner located somewhere in ampang also.. it was so nice.. and i only found the place to be familiar after reaching there.. cos simon (my cousin) brought me there before.. not for dinner but to wait for another friend to finish working.. the environment is very fresh.. cos there are lotsa trees around.. very nicely made.. ehehe love the feeling.. the food? simply delicious.. but well maybe its extra delicious cos lingling was there and its our anniversary.. my brother was there too.. lamp-post.. ahahaha then we took some pictures around.. and we had kevin (my brother) as the cameraman.. muahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for movie at klcc.. no movies to watch.. ended up watching princess diaries 2.. kinda bored.. i thought kevin liked it.. mana tau he fell asleep.. kids falling asleep to this movie?! you know how bored it is.. ehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to fetch me sister at atmosphere.. and went home straight after that.. lingling gave me 2 presents and a card.. i didnt buy her anything.. i felt really stupid and made lingling cried.. so sorry lingling.. baybee will give surprise to lingling this coming saturday kay? baybee promise *hugs* whats up this saturday? *yay!* its linglings birthday! ehehehe its your birthday its your birthday~ *baybee bobs head to imaginary beats* ekekeke familiar leh.. muahhahhaaa its copyrighted by lingling cos she said it first :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling imported one pair of fcuk long sleeve shirt.. it says fcuk down under.. muahahaha very nice  words :) thank you lingling.. she even gave me 4 small bottles labelling L O V E each.. ehehe very impressed.. there are even capsules in each of the bottles! lagi impressed.. guess whats in the capsules? cannot tell.. but it impressed me MORE ekekeke.. thank you so much lingling.. oh yeah lingling wrote something in the card.. it made me produce tears muahahaha i love you *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109564311583346197?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109564311583346197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109564311583346197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109564311583346197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109564311583346197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/second-year-anniversary.html' title='second year anniversary!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109564186221388233</id><published>2004-09-20T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T08:57:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malacca trip</title><content type='html'>well this is my second time re-blogging.. server down.. forgot to copy.. argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm where should i start.. yeaps last friday me, lingling, jay and fayes went down to malacca for our friends birthday, kenny. its his 21st birthday and this year he celebrated somewhere near the beach.. last year we went but only the 3 of us, me, lingling and jay.. he celebrated somewhere near the beach this year.. i couldnt recall the name of the place.. but this years beach resort is called klembang something.. ahaahaa paiseh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took 2 hours to reach malacca from kl.. kenny waited for us outside jaya jusco and lead us to his girlfriends house.. we rested there for a while before leaving to the beach.. muahahhaa it was kinda hot cos the sun just went back to sleep :) lingling and i took some pictures together in a mini playground and took some too with jay and fayes.. we even posted funny faces! ahahaha will post up some of the pictures taken in malacca soon after i transfer them into my pc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was good.. i ate a lot.. both meehoon and rice together with some other dishes.. very full.. ahahaha we were forced to drink beer with kenny.. me and fayes acted as if we were drinking but in the end.. we drank.. i even drank a bit cos its kennys 21st birthday.. a toast for the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after that we took a rest in the complimentary room provided by the beach resort.. it was small.. with 2 single beds.. but enough to fit all 4 of us.. and mosquitoes were everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;i played with my pda for a while.. taking videos of fayes then jay.. and later after that all of us jumped on the bed dancing and doing funny faces! ahaha lingling took our videos when all 3 of us jumped and danced and even act as retarded kids trying to dance.. it was fun AND tiring! ekekeke lingling laughed til so cute.. i think she couldnt breathe for a period of time.. eehehe laughed too hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lingling walked to the counter for aerosol and sprayed some to every edge of the room before going out for supper with kenny.. the aerosols smells okay though.. can see all the mosquitoes escaping through the windows.. but i chased and sprayed eheheehe..&lt;br /&gt;the cafe kenny brought us to is called friends cafe.. overall the environment is okay and the food is okay too.. but the people in it were extremely NOISY! ahahaha this bunch of guys and girls next to our table made so much noise playing cards.. beh tahan man.. never seen people as noisy as them in kl though.. malacca? first time.. ehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to rush back the next day cos its our second year anniversary.. fayes stayed back cos he have to go to his friends cafe opening.. kenny will only be back to kl on monday.. and jay followed us back.. the whole trip was fun but a bit the tired cos well it aint easy concentrating on the road when you feel like sleeping! ehehe luckily lingling was there to keep me awake.. and yeaps the trip wouldnt be as much fun without you there! really glad we went to this road trip ling *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109564186221388233?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109564186221388233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109564186221388233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109564186221388233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109564186221388233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/malacca-trip.html' title='malacca trip'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109534970223163300</id><published>2004-09-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:48:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant wait i cant wait!</title><content type='html'>today me and lingling went to this ramen shop in pyramid.. always doubt if its nice or not.. cos eversince they opened that shop.. dont really see many people eating in there.. but then.. after lingling withdraw her money from the atm machine.. i told her to eat there.. ehehehe off we go.. they greeted us with japanese language.. felt funny ehehe.. nice manners though.. part of business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered this ramen with chicken cos it look so nice in the menu.. spicy ramen with chicken.. then lingling ordered seafood fried rice.. nice environment i'd say.. and well.. the food is nice too.. although the fried rice look small.. its kinda big you know.. you guys ought to try it out.. lingling couldnt finish her food.. ehehehe in the end i finished it up cos i was sooo hungry.. my ramen tasted good too! erm standard pricing like kim gary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a good motto today.. for my arcade gaming activities - 'how hard is that, practise makes perfect!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came up with this when i was chatting with stuart (he's damn good in mvc2 man) and i was like heck.. it rhymes too! ahahaha very nice motto.. in fact it doesnt only apply on gaming.. it applies on everything we do.. studies.. yadda yadda etc.. so people please.. practise makes perfect kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh i cant wait tomorrow will be another road trip for me and lingling.. we are going down malacca! friends 21st birthday party.. ehehehe we are going to relax ourselves out and be away from kl for one night.. THEN.. ahahaha this is lagi fun.. ITS OUR SECOND YEAR ANNIVERSARY! ekekekee another 14 minutes to 12am.. i bet im gonna reach lingling on the phone first.. cos im waiting! ahahaha well i bet she is too.. so we'll see who can dial faster :) THEN next SATURDAY.. will be linglings birthday eve.. ehehehe cant wait too! cant wait! muahahahaa&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/8181610-109534970223163300?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109534970223163300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109534970223163300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109534970223163300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109534970223163300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/cant-wait-i-cant-wait.html' title='cant wait i cant wait!'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109517550865499166</id><published>2004-09-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:25:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haih..</title><content type='html'>this is really stoning man.. and it proves that one cannot be working when they are sleepy.. before taking my nap today i wrote something of linglings car.. then only i found out its not posted! shitzzzz.. anyway heres what i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"after reaching college around 12 plus.. lingling called.. and asked where i am.. well to tell you the truth.. i was in college already when lingling called.. and parked my car too.. but told her i havent reach yet cos wanted to write her something and put on her car.. saw her car somewhere in the parking lot and had this urge of writing her stuff and putting it on her windscreen.. ehehehe.. mana tau she called.. oh yeah linglings car had some problems too! she said the battery lights came out.. so i thought must be the car water or something.. cos i smoked my car last time muahahaa.. then deni took her carpark and checked her car.. that was when lingling actually thought someone gave her assignment 1 paper?! ahahaha i couldnt find any paper so i took some of my scrap papers from last semester with assignment 1 on it at the back ekekeeke.. lingling look so happy! *hugs* you so cute ehehe"&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/8181610-109517550865499166?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109517550865499166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109517550865499166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109517550865499166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109517550865499166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/haih.html' title='haih..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109515443197612090</id><published>2004-09-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:33:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day..</title><content type='html'>as usual i woke up 0638 this morning and started my daily routine sending siblings to class.. then headed home and yeah didnt sleep.. instead cleaned my car.. it looks really shiny.. ehehehe soon after that went online and composed a song.. dont know what title yet.. but i think it still need to be touch-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to only one class today and started rushing for assignment with deni.. outcome for it today is erm.. can say almost done.. now we have to do the editing.. everything is like so sudden nowadays.. semester cut short.. assignments due dates coming soon and yeah whole lotsa assignments yet to be done.. this is only one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened besides all these.. i had stomach ache.. very very pain.. dont know why.. couldnt be having food poisoning cos if i did *touchwood* i wouldnt be here blogging.. had lunch really late.. at 4? yeah at approximately around 1600 international time.. had this nissin noodle hot and spicy soup.. not too bad.. wonder why they call it nissin instead of maggie.. it looks the same to me.. and taste the same too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope there will be more inspirations on their way to my brains cos i need to write more songs.. preferably good ones.. eheheh wish me luck :) alright time to get some sleep.. a nap i mean.. eyes are closing.. good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109515443197612090?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109515443197612090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109515443197612090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109515443197612090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109515443197612090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-day.html' title='what a day..'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109500840418320338</id><published>2004-09-13T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T01:10:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysian idol</title><content type='html'>i just got to know nikki, saiful and jac were in the bottom 3.. JAC? like what paul moss always say.. im gonna make myself very unpopular here.. yeah im gonna voice out my opinion here.. WHY JAC? what is wrong with malaysians.. what im about to say here have no offence to anyone.. they're just my opinions.. so dont get me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda sad to know the whole system is the other way round from the beginning.. letting voters decide who to win in a singing competition than judges.. see the difference here? JUDGES and VOTERS.. since when VOTERS are involved in singing competition? JUDGES existence in a singing competition is to judge the best out of the rest based on their experiences and knowledge in singing and performing.. thats the main reason why they are judging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTERS? as far as i know.. everyone with a mobile phone and sms function and of course.. money to spend on smses.. can vote.. people who dont know how to judge and know how to judge of others singing talents are allowed to vote.. is that really fair? instead of experienced judges decide on who to win a singing competition, voters are deciding right now.. how fair is that? for example.. what happened in the result show of MI tonight was really shocking.. JAC is a great singer.. she can sing almost every type of songs and delivering them out without any problems.. what can you ask for more in a singer like her? and all she get is to be in the bottom 3? what happened to malaysians? dont they know how to judge? this seriously pisses me off man.. and if you were to ask me this question.. whether i voted for her or anyone in the competition or not.. i would answer you this.. what can i do to vote? even if i vote 10 times or more.. there will be voters out there who vote their cash off just to get whoever they like to be either staying in the competition or voted out.. what are the chances of having a good singer to stay in the competition when singing competition are being judged like this? very slim i would say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is too hard to handle.. my grammars and structures are flying around.. so to speak.. are singing competitions like this nowadays really fair? letting voters to vote for their champs.. is it really fair? and its like 'buying' the title instead of earning it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109500840418320338?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109500840418320338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109500840418320338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109500840418320338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109500840418320338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/malaysian-idol.html' title='malaysian idol'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109468919947914981</id><published>2004-09-09T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:24:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my windscreen is no longer shining.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00081.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00081.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was caused by a small stone on the highway when i was driving only at 80 km/h yesterday.. heartache looking at the crack.. called up Toyota Service Center and asked for the price of windscreen replacement.. cost me RM700 plus.. there goes my budget for exterior planning of the car.. why on earth did that stone travel to my windscreen.. shouldve stayed on the road and not flying around hitting peoples windscreen.. hate stone nowadays.. hate them soo soo much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109468919947914981?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109468919947914981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109468919947914981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109468919947914981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109468919947914981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-windscreen-is-no-longer-shining_09.html' title='my windscreen is no longer shining.. '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109451938990323206</id><published>2004-09-07T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:11:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car plate number discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving home after class yesterday and came across this toyota harrier.. and i noticed its plate number is PDL15.. thats like POLIS! ahahaha bagus.. nice one there.. well if the car owner somehow happened to read it here.. i would like to say thats a very very cool car plate number there.. and the car is like black (from the picture) whoah.. adds more coolness to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109451938990323206?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109451938990323206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109451938990323206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109451938990323206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109451938990323206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/car-plate-number-discovery.html' title='car plate number discovery'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109443246333029724</id><published>2004-09-06T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:06:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another monday morning.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up 0732 this morning.. thats early.. couldve slept longer.. yesterday had a hard time sleeping.. guess you too huh? sis woke me up asked me to send her to college.. dont feel like waking up though.. plus the traffic in subang is just too much.. too much to take early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car look really dirty.. so sent it to wash.. somewhere outside my house.. ahahaha and it cost me 5 bucks.. cheap or expensive? kinda clean la.. but still.. after i reach home.. i cleaned it again for the second time.. you know sometimes people tend to not complete their work.. completely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 0904 now.. and its a monday morning.. gotta get myself prepared for class later in the afternoon.. oh yeah.. not to forget.. i need to burn down some of my demos for tonight.. hopefully if ive inspiration later i might just add in one more song.. see how things goes.. yeah see how things goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109443246333029724?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109443246333029724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109443246333029724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109443246333029724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109443246333029724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-monday-morning.html' title='another monday morning.. '/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109437098153788798</id><published>2004-09-05T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:52:20.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*hugs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/DSC01177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingling just sent me a picture of us.. taken in genting.. august 8th.. with flowers on our ears.. ekekeke me prince lingling princess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la~ ekekeke *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109437098153788798?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109437098153788798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109437098153788798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109437098153788798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109437098153788798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/hugs.html' title='*hugs*'/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181610.post-109437059146712464</id><published>2004-09-05T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:48:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1623/320/image_00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh lagi sakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181610-109437059146712464?l=limeric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/feeds/109437059146712464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181610&amp;postID=109437059146712464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109437059146712464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181610/posts/default/109437059146712464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limeric.blogspot.com/2004/09/oooh-lagi-sakit.html' title=''/><author><name>e. alfredo rick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/509042975_de91fe9aac.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
