<?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-6646564</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:10.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fortress of solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a peek into the life of an ordinary boy trying desperately to live his dreams...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115753622500269186</id><published>2006-09-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:50:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to become a man</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has arrive... Tommorow on the 7th of September at 9 in the morning, I Muhammad Syafiq Bin Mohamed Johan will take my first step into becoming a man. I will join the Singapore Armed Forces under the enlistment act as a National Serviceman for 2 years. I have yet to know my company but all I know is that I'm in BMTC school 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had always anticipated this day since young. Use to go around wearing fake army uniforms my mum bought for me from the nearby market, with my toy M16 which will make a "rat-a-tat-tat" noise everytime i pull the trigger. Since I didnt have any brothers or sister then, my only companion was my cat, Pipit. Would chase him around the house shouting "CHARGE!!!" or "FIRE!!!" or any other words from my limited Army Vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in secondary school, I joined the National Cadet Corps. Finally had a taste of how millitary life would be. Wore my first official Army uniform. The "No. 4" or "smart 4" as some would call it. Fired my first bullet out of a real M16. The feeling was exhilarating. The recoil of the weapon against my shoulder, the smell of the gun-powder after each shot and stripping down the weapon to clean up the parts after the shoot. I felt lucky. Not many 15 year olds got the chance to shoot or let alone handle a real rifle. But all those we during my adolescence years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its the real thing. A real soldier. A protector of my country. A protector of my love ones. Most importantly becoming a MAN. I don't know to the explain it but people who go through National Service kind of go through a transaction, a transformation, its like during that 2 years, you turn from a mere boy into a man. That is how i perceive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough bout the mumbo jumbo Rambo thing. I'm excited really. Some of you might thing, "Syafiq's gonna join the Army". NAH, i actually wanna join the Police Force. Its funny right. I join NCC and in the end all I wanna be is a policeman. Then why didnt I join NPCC you might ask? Well to tell you the truth I almost did. But you know how fickle minded the 13 year old mind is. I was seduce by the NCC, brainwashed by the Cadet Lieutenant then. I can still remember his name, Senior Cadet Lieutenant Kumaran. He was a nice guy. Look after us and train us and treat us like his own siblings. Maybe thats why, I chose NCC over NPCC. But personally I think its the propaganda haha. "NCC is better than NPCC".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had my last outing with a group of friends. Initially, I had other plans though. Wanted to surprise a friend over at her NTU dorm. Any of you watched "love Actually"? the part where the guy did some signs in front of the girl he love but she's married to his best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually wanted to do that haha. It was crazy I tell you. I didnt know what overcame me. Borrowed my sister's drawing block and wrote a few messages. But my whole plan backfired. She wasnt at her dorm. Muhahahaha. The funniest part was actually going up to knocking her door. It took me 4 tries to actually pluck up the courage to knock. Each time I my hand would freeze just a few centimetres away from the door. And when I finally did knock, nobody answered. "KWANG KWANG KWANG" she's not home. So there goes my plans for the day. Left a note with her friend and went home. Surprise-surprise, Grandma came to visit. So spent a little time with her. Sent her home later in the evening and went to meet a couple of friends at the nearby coffeeshop. Zulhakim, Azrul, Fidi and Fizz. Fidi had to go off early coz of work. So the four of us, Zul, Az , Fizz and me talked bout off time over Milo dinasaur and fries. Azrul had just pass out of BMT earlier that day so he gave me and Fizz some tips. By the way Fizz is entering at the same time as me. Zul has yet to receive his letter. So after talking, we decided to head down to Taman Jurong Superbowl for a game of bowling, after which we had ice cream at the nearby McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 2.30am when I reached home. Woke up late this morning. Double check my bag and make sure everythings packed and ready to go tomorrow. and here I am updating What would me my final entry of my adolescene life haha. Will try to update once in awhile when I book out during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you all for your encouraging words, good luck messages and miss you messages. I would still bring in my handphone but will ony switch it on at night. So if I dont reply your messages, I'm sorry in advance. Update me bout the outside world will ya guys? oh most importantly UPDATE ME BOUT THE EPL!!!! (someone offered to do that actually, thank you, you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So farewell my fellow blogger readers... Till next time(I wonder when is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115753622500269186?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115753622500269186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115753622500269186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-to-become-man.html' title='Off to become a man'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115714104467185403</id><published>2006-09-02T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T04:04:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-NS routemarch from Tanjong Pagar to Orchard......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ey all, as you all know. I've only 5 days left till bye bye pink IC and hello 11-B. Yes the day where all young male Singaporeans turn into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;. 7 Sept is the date and 9am is the reporting time. So if any of you wanna leave any "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye bye, im gonna miss you&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go!!! and dont come back&lt;/span&gt;" messages please do so by the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to today's event, call me crazy, stupid, goondu or watever word related to insane but I walked from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanjong Pagar&lt;/span&gt; all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchard road&lt;/span&gt;. So ok ok some of you will say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy what!!! very near&lt;/span&gt;". Well lets just say I took a longer route.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey started off at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanjong Pagar MRT station&lt;/span&gt;. Dress in a white t-shirt and jeans, arm with my trusty Timbuk2 sling bag and not so trusty Mp3 player(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll come to that non-trusty part later&lt;/span&gt;), I head down towards "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GB building&lt;/span&gt;" to collect some gift pack for my parents from AXA insurance. After collecting the stuffs. Was contemplating whether to head home or maybe do a little sight-seeing(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't really litte but alot&lt;/span&gt;). The initial plan was to met up with a friend of mine but he was kinda busy so its just me myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed towards &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MPH&lt;/span&gt; which was along "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robinson Road&lt;/span&gt;". Browse thru a few books. Msg a friend and after awhile head off towards "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau Pa Sat&lt;/span&gt;". From "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau Pa Sat&lt;/span&gt;", I headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles Place MRT station&lt;/span&gt; and it was here that I made my decision at a fork. Left to Raffles MRT which means home or Right to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one Marina Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;". Being the adventure cum curious type, I head right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Marina Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;" only to be greeted by contructions. Not much scenary. So I walked along "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collyer Quay Road&lt;/span&gt;" past the now deserted and under-construction "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clifford Pier&lt;/span&gt;". So I press on. walk along the river towards "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Fullerton&lt;/span&gt;" and guess who I met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Merlion&lt;/span&gt;, spitting litres and litres of water into the river. You may think, I'm a little "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jakun&lt;/span&gt;" or excited. But to tell you the truth. In all my 20 years. I've never really travel around Singapore much. So I dunno what is where or let alone seen the Merlion from such a close vicinity. Usually I would just look at him/her from the esplanade across the bank. Ok back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bidding farewell to Merlin(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats what I named the Merlion&lt;/span&gt;), Walk across the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anderson bridge&lt;/span&gt; to a path called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen Elizabeth Walk&lt;/span&gt;". God knows why they name that walk after the Queen of England. But I guess it has got something to do bout the time she came to visit. Walk pass the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parliment house&lt;/span&gt;" and turn right into "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was here that my Mp3 player ran out of batteries(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thus the not-so-trusty&lt;/span&gt;) and I kinda ran out of cash to buy extras. So I took a short rest here along esplanade. Took a sip of water and watch some band setting up for tonight's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map5.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting I head down to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City-link mall&lt;/span&gt;". Pit stop at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MPH&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;". After which I head out towards "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles City&lt;/span&gt;". After "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles City&lt;/span&gt;", Walk along "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Bridge Road&lt;/span&gt;" and found out where "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles Hotel&lt;/span&gt;" is (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I didnt know where Raffles Hotel was, so laugh if u want too&lt;/span&gt;). Press on and found out the location of the new National Library (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah laugh again if u want 2, I didnt know bout this either&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map6.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUGIS&lt;/span&gt;". Head up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kunikuya&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or something like that&lt;/span&gt;) bookstore browse thru a few books and comics. After I got bored, I decided to head back down to town. Unfortunately, with my limited knowledge of the Singapore map, I went the wrong direction. Headed to wards "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/span&gt;" by cutting thru "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugis village&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map7.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I had past "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;/span&gt;", I headed straight ahead and found myself at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rochor Canal Road&lt;/span&gt;" just opposite "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tekka Mall&lt;/span&gt;" any further I would have hit "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bukit Timah&lt;/span&gt;". It was then that I realise how far I had walked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit stop at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little India Mrt station&lt;/span&gt;". Found a map and I tried to get my bearings right again. So backtrack to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rochor Canal Road&lt;/span&gt;" and slip into "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selegie Road&lt;/span&gt;". OK now im back into familiar territory. Pass the old "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rex theater&lt;/span&gt;", stop by "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parklane Shopping Mall&lt;/span&gt;" to check out some comics and made a right at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prinsip Street&lt;/span&gt;" out into "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cathy building&lt;/span&gt;". Pass "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLaza Singapura&lt;/span&gt;". Pass the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Istana&lt;/span&gt;", oh I saw the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;royal  guards&lt;/span&gt;" change shift and a car being inspect before going into the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Istana&lt;/span&gt;", pretty cool shyte. After that it was all the way up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchard road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map9.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check it was already 6pm. Stop by "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al-Falah mosque&lt;/span&gt;". Did my almost overdue late afternoon prayers and final pit stop at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taka's Kunikuya&lt;/span&gt;. Found some stuffs I was looking for and by then It was already time for evening prayers. Head back to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al-Falah&lt;/span&gt;". Rest for awhile at the mosque and since it was already past 7pm, I guess its wise to head home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/map10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/map10.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My Pre-NS route march from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanjong Pagar&lt;/span&gt; all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;. But I didnt really head home. Drop by SP for some TKD training. Muhaha. Crazy I tell you. If my legs could talk, I guess they would be cursing and swearing by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that long walk kinda realise how small Singapore is. Probably the reason why I didnt feel tired was that I was kinda enjoying myself. Saw places I didnt knew existed. Found out where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles Hotel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The National Library &lt;/span&gt;is. Saw the different walks of life. From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese tourist&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merlion &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert street&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tekka Mall&lt;/span&gt; and of course the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malays and other races&lt;/span&gt; all over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Orchard Road.&lt;/span&gt; I guess it wasnt a wasted day after all. I've learnt loads of stuffs and guess what, my dad got lost once when he was young and he too walked along &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang,&lt;/span&gt; pass &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clifford Pier&lt;/span&gt;. But he walked along &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shenton way&lt;/span&gt; down towards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harbour Front&lt;/span&gt;, back home at, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant remember the name of the street he was staying at&lt;/span&gt;. But still the similarity of us walking great distances and using Public transport as our guide was overwhelming. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I use the MRT as a guide as where I should move next while my dad had to rely on the buses&lt;/span&gt;). Like Father Like Son I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am after a loooooooooooooong days walk. Updating my blog, feet feeling alittle numb after all those walking, feeling alittle sleepy also. I guess Thats all for now. I'll try to update before the 7th. Probably thats gonna be the the last for now. Won't be updating so often (as if i was updating everyday). So yup. Take care all and good nite... ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115714104467185403?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115714104467185403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115714104467185403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-ns-routemarch-from-tanjong-pagar.html' title='Pre-NS routemarch from Tanjong Pagar to Orchard......'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115614981092074269</id><published>2006-08-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:43:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Football season is back and MAN UNITED started the season with a BANG!!!!!! 5-1 trashing of Fulham. Haha I couldn't have been more happier.... Liverpool and Arsenal draw. But Chelski beat Man city 3 nil. Nevermind we still top the table...for now haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok before I go on  yapping bout  football and what nots... I wanna wish 2 of my dear friends Happy birthday. Liza and Mamat both from Singapore poly. Happy birthday guys wish you all the best in the coming years and stay happy always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Rooney and Ronaldo were fantastic man. They look lethal together. Forget the incident in WC2006. Here comes the ROONALDO EFFECT!!!! Fantastic I tell you. I have a feeling its gonna be a good year this year. But pity Rooney and Scholes will have to sit out the next 3 games. DAMN. Dad said something bout Rooney has matured, instead of usually smashing the ball into the net he choose to place the ball. Haha I dunno bout the mature part but ya i notice he place the ball for both his goals last night but he still looks as Rooney as ever to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just burns me up to see a favorite player playing in a team you don't really fancy much. Why you have to go become a blue Sheva? I've been a long admirer of Shevchenko. Seeing him in a Chelsea shirt just burns me up all the time... But nonetheless he's still one of the best...&lt;br /&gt;That new Chelsea guy name Kolou or something like that, He's good man. A lot of potential. Essien's improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA BE A GREAT SEASON but damn im going tekong in 2 weeks time.  Eh but weekend still can watch football, but I'll be damn tired man to stay up and watch... haiz we'll see we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, its funny how songs can effect you in many ways. Few days ago I wasn't really feeling too good. No im not sick. Something happen lah but I dont wanna talk about it. Its probably something stupid. Anyway, Munir and I were exchanging songs. I'm kinda in the old-shool malay rock/jiwang genre nowadays. Was searching for songs from Dinodi when Munir said not to listen to Dinodi's Cinta tragika. Well being curious, the more you said no, the more I want to hear it.  So yeah listen to it and woah the lyrics hit me like a locomotive. That night I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, again we are back exchanging songs. Cinta tragika was playing on repeat on my player non-stop. Till Munir suggested I listen to XPDC's Apa nak di kata. He said the lyrics would suit me very well. So I listen to it and haha, my mood zoom up faster than you could say "supercalafragalisticexpealadocious" haha. OH and yes I kinda took a liking to the lyrics and I guess XPDC is now officially one of my favorite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So too all thos girls out there, whom I have gone after. Whether I succeed or not, well this song just sums it all up lah eh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/clt_silverfox/malay_-_xpdc_-_apa_nak_dikata.wma" height="50" width="360"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XPDC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apa Nak Di Kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satu hari aku berjumpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cik mek molek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jual bunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senyuman manis menarik hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gugur bagaikan jantung ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Siapa hati tak tertawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Manis umpama bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 )&lt;br /&gt;Lain hari aku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Ingin beli bunga lagi&lt;br /&gt;Namun kini hanya yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal dua nisan saja&lt;br /&gt;Lesu aku menggeletar&lt;br /&gt;Rakus jiwa ku terbenam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Engkaulah emas engkau permata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aku cuma macam ni saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aku mahu bertemankan hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dengan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hati ikhlas mulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jangan melihatkan gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nanti kita 'kan berdamai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( korus )&lt;br /&gt;Ukuran baju badan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Kita tepuk dada ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jika dah nasib kita &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jodoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gunung tak lari ke mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Apa nak kisah mahu hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Asal &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hati baik mulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kalau dah memang jadi mungkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apa lagi nak dikata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kata... aaa... aaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ulang 1, 2, korus, korus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sekian terima kasih.....cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115614981092074269?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115614981092074269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115614981092074269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/08/epl.html' title='EPL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115591452162208846</id><published>2006-08-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:22:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO bloody idea title....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cincin intan bunga selaseh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mari dipakai waktu petang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kenapa puan tak mau berkasih&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adakah orang akan melarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-blog out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115591452162208846?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115591452162208846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115591452162208846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-bloody-idea-title.html' title='NO bloody idea title....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115580024823219482</id><published>2006-08-17T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:37:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not giving up without a fight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder where u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder wat u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;are u somewhere feeling lonely or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is someone loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me how to win ur heart for i havent got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but let me start by saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-blog out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115580024823219482?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115580024823219482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115580024823219482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-giving-up-without-fight.html' title='Not giving up without a fight....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115572155961422071</id><published>2006-08-16T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:47:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau Ilham ku by Man bai</title><content type='html'>Kau Ilham Ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beribu bintang dilangit&lt;br /&gt;Kini menghilang&lt;br /&gt;Meraba aku dalam kelam&lt;br /&gt;Rembulan mengambang&lt;br /&gt;Kini makin suram&lt;br /&gt;Pudar ilhamku tanpa arah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sedetik wajahmu muncul&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kerdipan ada sinar&lt;br /&gt;Itukah bintang atau rembulan&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kuucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Izinkan kumencuri bayangan wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan ku mencuri khayalan denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Andai lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;Mengganggu ruangan hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Kau senyumlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar memori&lt;br /&gt;Kita di arena ini&lt;br /&gt;Kau ilhamku&lt;br /&gt;Kau ilhamku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Izinkan kumencuri bayangan wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan ku mencuri khayalan denganmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maafkanlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Andai lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;Mengganggu ruangan hidupmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kau senyumlah oh...&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar memori&lt;br /&gt;Kita di arena ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau ilhamku&lt;br /&gt;Kau ilhamku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-blog out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115572155961422071?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115572155961422071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115572155961422071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/08/kau-ilham-ku-by-man-bai.html' title='Kau Ilham ku by Man bai'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115554409639679014</id><published>2006-08-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:28:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy national day and a chalet worth a thousand chalets.....</title><content type='html'>Hehe sorry for the loooooooong absent. Seriously I got nothing to blog about. OK lets start of with 9th August, National day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore just turn 41. Spend the whole day at my aunt's place, well former place that is, but she haven't surrendered her keys yet so we could still have access to the place. The place was right next to kallang MRT, block 6, 15th floor. The view from her corridor was SPECTACULAR. If a picture could say a thousand words, this view could say a billion sentences. Had a little feast indian rojak, kambing soup, fried noodles, curry and many more. Abang Hamsa also came down. So it was double the fun. The highlight of the day was the aerial display. The fly past, the Red lions and of coz the fire works. It was beautiful. no wait it was more than beautiful. No words would describe the athmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the whole time, I was half expecting YOU to come down. But you didnt. Well if you had it would have been a better evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for national day so lets fast forward to 11th August, Chalet worth a thousand chalets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up blardy early to meet up with Munir at Bedok interchange. Went for friday prayers at kampung Siglap mosque then walked down to the Former costa sands chalet. We were the only ones there. So we got the whole chalet to ourselves till evening. Munir brought along his Xbox but the blardy TV wasn't compatible. What a waste. So We end up playing Srabble till the others came. Jun and Reyza came next, in the middle of Smallville. Soon the rest came one by one. Had dinner at the former satay club place. Then the fun started. Played cards and the loser had to be kuti-ed on the fingers. It was fun but blardy painful at the same time. Next we played the most competitive Monopoly I've ever seen man. Started around 8plus and played till the around 7-8 in the morning. Reyza manage to control the whole board and the rest of us end up bankrupt haha. I manage to catch a few hours of sleep. Then we ordered breakfast from Old Mcdonalds. Showered and we head down to play pool. But unfortunately all of us we blardy sleepy and tired to even play properly. We were so tired that we took a cab back to the chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us slept. Except Munir and Amin. Jun, Ibrahim and Ning woke up soon after. Reyza and me we still sleeping. It was then that Jun and the rest decided to "sabo" Reyza. Poor guy was covered in toothpaste and powder. I woke up and almost burst out  laughing. Reyza woke up hours later. The moment we all saw him walk down the stairs. All started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that evening was the BBQ cum Ahmad's birthday party. More of our friends came around 9-10plus and YOU came too. But you looked tired man plus I tried to stike up a conversation with you, you seem distracted. Nvm back to the BBQ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad was "sabo-ed" right after he cut his cake. Soon almost everyone was covered in cake and drenched in syrup. cleaned up, ate and everyone sat down for a game of UNO. It was the biggest game of Uno I've ever played. 15 plus people. But it was blardy fun ah... Again most of us didnt sleep till around 5am. Then slowly some gave way and slept. I too manage to catch a few more hours. Woke up at 8 before everyone else and showered first since we have to check out at 1030. After every one was awake and showered. Clean up the leftovers from last night and everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was the perfect opportunity to talk to you since we will be going the same direction back to boon lay. But you decided to go back to a friends place. Well anyway the fatigue was catching up on all of us so I guess it wont be much of a conversation either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus 30 home from Bedok all the way to Boon lay interchange. Sat in the upper deck all the way in the back and slept the whole journey home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 1plus. Dump my dirty laudry in the washing machine and flop I slept again till dinner time. Manage to catch the Community shield, Liverpool beat Chelsea 2-1 and went to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So woke up this morning. Body still aching abit. Fingers still trobbing from all the "kuti-ing", looks a bit swollen though haha and here I am updating me blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend and not forgetting I still got a month left till I leave for Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;To all those who went for the chalet. Thanks guys I had a blast. WE should do another one in the future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all for my weekend... Im hungry, I wonder whats for lunch.... ciao for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115554409639679014?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115554409639679014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115554409639679014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day-and-chalet-worth.html' title='Happy national day and a chalet worth a thousand chalets.....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115401691610735522</id><published>2006-07-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:15:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Syarah's ok now. It was around 5 that I check the temp again. 37.8 degress. So yeah her fever has goen down and guess what, she's complaining of stomachache. Told her to eat something since she didnt eat lunch coz she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum came home and took her to the doctor. Manage to get an MC and dad brought home durians. haha. But Syarah seems ok after seeing the doctor. Back to her nomal self, even ate durians. Since she was having a fever, didn't want her to eat the durians as they can get pretty heaty. Mum and dad didnt object so I shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much after that. Showered after dinner, played a little xbox and here I am updating my blog. I guess this is gonna be all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115401691610735522?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115401691610735522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115401691610735522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115397956596791043</id><published>2006-07-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:52:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/fever_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/fever_girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;as woken up around 11 by the phone ringing. Apparently, Syarah wasn't feeling well so had to go pick her up from school. No one was home. Mum had set off early to visit grandma in the hospital. Took a quick shower and rush down. Found out that Dad too had rush down. He was having lunch break so he came to sent Syarah and me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Temp: 39.4 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup officially she's having a fever. Called mum for directions which med to give her. If you could listen to my mum belting out the names of the different types of fever medication, you would have thought she was pharmacist haha. So yeah gave Syarah her fever med and now she's sleeping. Will probably check her temp again when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I won't be going to the hospital today. I wonder how's grandma doing.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all for now. I'm hungry. Just realise I haven't had lunch. Olrite off to find food ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115397956596791043?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115397956596791043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115397956596791043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115392417545457462</id><published>2006-07-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:29:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh NTU, oh NTU, what should I do?</title><content type='html'>Followed a few of my friends to NTU today to check out their hostels. Pretty cool I must say. Living alone with your buddy, without any parental guidance haha. How I wish I could do that. Well first things first I've yet to be accepted by NTU. Another thing, I live too damn close to NTU to be living in a hostel. Nevermind I'll won't stop appealling until they do accept me or the police come knocking on my door issuing a warning to stop stalking the Dean of administration. Had lunch there, practically I spent half the day there. Went home around 6plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner played a little xbox and here I am updating my blog. Nothing interesting to blog either. Just updating for the sake of updating that's all...hope something intersting happens soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Nenek is in the hospital. Probably will visit her tomorrow with mum. Hope she will get better soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115392417545457462?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115392417545457462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115392417545457462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-ntu-oh-ntu-what-should-i-do.html' title='oh NTU, oh NTU, what should I do?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115358629016953100</id><published>2006-07-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:38:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>Mum and dad are gone for the weekend along with Syarah. So its only me and my 2 other sisters. Come to think of it. This is the 1st time I have the whole house to myself. Thats cool thats cool..... except I have no idea what to make of this new found freedom. I can't like throw a party. Like in the movies. I'll probably be grounded for the rest of my life if that ever happened. Maybe when I get a house of my own, I could do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they set off this morning. Sent them off. The Idea of having the car for 2 whole days without restriction was very intriguing. But somehow rather my conscience got the better of me. I guess Im just brought up too well. Drop both my sisters off at Westwood Sec carnival and I went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, all alone in the house. I could even get away with murder and nobody would found out. So I stood there staring.....thinking....what the hell am I gonna do? It was no different from any other day minus the parents of coz. So I thought "why did I get all excited for?". Then I remembered, my intial plan to ask a girl out . No parents to object, I had the car. I just knew it was too perfect to be true. But as you guessed it didnt happened. Then there was plan B. Gather a few of my buddies and well movie marathon or gamefest and again it didnt happened. So now here I am without a damn clue what I should do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the tellie and fell asleep on the sofa. Woke up pick my sisters up, back home and well did some spring cleaning. Had dinner and here I am blogging. Am pretty shag. I guess I'll hit sack after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man and I tot it was every kids dream to have their parents away for the weekend. I tell you, Its no different from any other ordinary day...Well maybe for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring old Syafiq... Too good for his own well being... like I said, I was brought up too well... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115358629016953100?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115358629016953100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115358629016953100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115348896632421183</id><published>2006-07-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:40:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayne Ward - What about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/clt_silverfox/07-what_about_me.wma" height=46 autostart="false" loop="false"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What About Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little boy waitin' at the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the corner shop&lt;br /&gt;He's been waitin' down there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting half the day&lt;br /&gt;We never ever see him from the top&lt;br /&gt;He gets pushed around&lt;br /&gt;Knocked to the ground&lt;br /&gt;But he gets to his feet and he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasnt my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty girl standing at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counter of the corner shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been waitin' back there&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams walk in and I begged 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stop&lt;br /&gt;Well she's not too proud&lt;br /&gt;To cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;She runs to the street and she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasn't my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a step back and see the little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;They may be young&lt;br /&gt;But they're the ones who make the big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people big&lt;br /&gt;So listen&lt;br /&gt;As they whisper&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on the corner all the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world's gone home&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's changed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's been saved&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm lucky&lt;br /&gt;I smile a lot&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish for more&lt;br /&gt;Then I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasn't my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more what about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I want my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more&lt;br /&gt;You just take more&lt;br /&gt;You just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115348896632421183?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115348896632421183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115348896632421183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/shayne-ward-what-about-me.html' title='Shayne Ward - What about me'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115347003520241597</id><published>2006-07-21T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:20:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More crazy quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 119158=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS!?!?!?! and its tied with Journalism. Haha. I always thought I was the technical type. but then again, I like to draw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1130268264SPIDEY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/b&gt;. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, Peter Parker was transformed from a nerdy high school student into New York's greatest hero. Peter enjoys the thrill of being a super hero, but he struggles with the burdens of leading a double life. He hopes someday to win the heart of his true love Mary Jane, the woman he's loved since before he even liked girls. Right now, he just wants to make it through college and pay his bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="46"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 92013=""&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See even the bloody Quiz agrees I'm Spiderman. So there, No comments. I'm Spiderman.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/111803380009small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi (Post Death of Qui-Gon Jinn)&lt;/b&gt;. You are most like Obi-Wan Kenobi, after the death of his master.  You have a powerful prescence and take the natural role of a leader.  You respect the wisdom of those to come before you and are always training for personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now train the lightsaber form Soresu, a near completely defensive form, after witnessing what you considered a fatal flaw in your master\'s technique when he fell to Darth Maul.  Your offense is carefully precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You devote your life to harmony achieved through The Force and are one of four Jedi to retain identity after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi (Post Death of Qui-Gon Jinn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="93"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;93%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Luke Skywalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="86"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;86%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="86"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;86%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Qui-Gon Jinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anakin Skywalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Bastila Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="79"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Obi-Wan Kenobi (Pre Death of Qui-Gon Jinn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Yoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Darth Revan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="64"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Exar Kun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="64"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Count Dooku/Darth Tyranus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="64"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;64%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Darth Sidious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="57"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Darth Maul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="57"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Darth Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#00dddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="57"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=" 43657=""&gt;What Star Wars Jedi or Sith character is most like your personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://quizfarm.com%27"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me Obi-Wan-Kenobi. You're my only hope"........Yeah Bebeh. I'm Obi-wan. He's cool. but then again I would prefer Darth Maul. Gotta love the double-bladed lightsaber. But I want to be a good Jedi so can't have the "Darth". I actually went online to search for a Jedi name. haha and this is what I get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Syajo Hasin, Nahmazda of Panadol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha weird. Anybody can make their own Jedi name. Here's what you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Combine the first 3 letters of your first name and first 2 letters of your second name&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. "Sya" from Syafiq and "Jo" from Johan = Syajo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Take the first 2 letters of your mother's name and combine with the first 3 letters of the place you were born&lt;br /&gt;(e.g.  "Ha" from Haryati and "Sin" from Singapore = Hasin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Then take the last 3 letters from your second name and reverse them and add the name of the first car/vehicle/bike you drove or just make one up if you dont have a licence.&lt;br /&gt;(e.g. "Nah" from Johan and Mazda my 1st car = Nahmazda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) add a "of" here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) lastly the name of the last prescripsion drug you took. That explains the panadol i had in my name hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add them altogether and you'll get = Syajo Hasin, Nahmazda of Panadol. Kinda like "I'm Syajo Hasin. Nahmazda(title or race or something) from the planet Panadol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the planet Panadol eh? haha. Oh I heard mum calling me. Oh yessssss. She just finished cooking LAKSA..... gotta run bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115347003520241597?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115347003520241597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115347003520241597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-crazy-quizzes.html' title='More crazy quizzes'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115314551013518799</id><published>2006-07-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:18:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrgh, me Pirate's name is .........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/Bloody%20John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/Bloody%20John.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arrrrgh matey, send the name Syafiq to davy jones's locker! You will commandeer your ship as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Bloody John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tisn't the prettiest nickname, tis a nickname none the less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bloody John??? ok lah sounds cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yours here&lt;br /&gt;For the Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mess.be/pirate-names-male.php"&gt;http://www.mess.be/pirate-names-male.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mess.be/pirate-names-female.php"&gt;http://www.mess.be/pirate-names-female.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115314551013518799?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115314551013518799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115314551013518799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/arrrrgh-me-pirates-name-is.html' title='Arrrrgh, me Pirate&apos;s name is .........'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115314474872653850</id><published>2006-07-17T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:07:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bored so here are some quizzes I did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee" width="130"&gt;Your arch-nemesis is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chewy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/chewy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Why?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because they saw you singing in the rain and told everyone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;The winner will be...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You will join forces to conquer good&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=27"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chewy and I roam the Galaxy to rid the Imperial Scum. Han Solo had retired and Married Princess Leia while Luke Skywalker had opened up a Jedi school for the gifted. Hahaha... May the force be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have a 73% chance of surviving a T-Rex Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/dino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an above average chance of surviving a T-Rex attack.  You are able to recognize what the real dangers are as opposed to the imaginary ones.  Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=20"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If I were to appear in Jurassic Park 4, at least I know I’ve got a 73% chance of surviving the T-rex. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take this quiz a few times hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your celebrity match is Katie Holmes.  You like your women cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/katie_holmes.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=67"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First celebrity Katie Holmes. Haiz looks like a silent date then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" style="border: 1px solid black; background: #FFFFFF; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your celebrity match is Angelina Jolie.  You like your women hot, with a little bit of a bad girl streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/angelina_jolie.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=67"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're talking hot mama Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" style="border: 1px solid black; background: #FFFFFF; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your celebrity match is Jennifer Aniston.  You like your women cool and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/jennifer_aniston.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=67"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Aniston, another hot actress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" style="border: 1px solid black; background: #FFFFFF; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your celebrity match is Lindsay Lohan.  You like your women to be hot and young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/lindsay_lohan.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=67"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha teen queen Lindsay lohan. Big breasts? ...ok can lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="450" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="140" bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your darkest secret is:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CC00CC"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You have asked for a smile at McDonald's&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/shh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=38"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl behind the counter was sooooo hot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Syafiq --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A master blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a master blogger? Haha update tak tentu master ke hape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Syafiq will be haunted by...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+2" color="#FF0000"&gt;King Arthur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1" color="#000000"&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need your help which would require you to travel back in time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=105"&gt;'Whose ghost will come back to haunt you?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Arthur needs my help!!!! Haha Sir Syafiq reporting to the Knights of the round table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You have a sexual hidden talent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a sexual hidden talent.  You might not look it but you are a dynamo in bed.  Most of your lovers think that it is from years of practice, but really, you were just born with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=4"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I didn’t know that. Any girl game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 2px solid black; background; white;" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;Martyr Death&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160" bgcolor="#00CC00"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;How will it happen?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#00CC00"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You will try to battle an alien with your bare hands and be zapped to death with his lazer gun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=103"&gt;&lt;font color="#000"&gt;'What horror movie death would you have?'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the !@#$ haha Im being killed by Aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/filmslate-Syafiq-Reincarnated+God%3F-Woody+Allen.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy.com!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=68"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? God? muhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="background: #000000; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Syafiq's Random Movie Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size='+1'&gt;'I find your lack of faith disturbing.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Darth Vader, Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=60"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man your lack for faith really disturbs me man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Syafiq's new nickname is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Optimus Prime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=95"&gt;'What is your new nickname?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day forth my new nick name will be Optimus Prime... The Transformer leader!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFCC" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/recipecard.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;" width="400" height="322"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="245"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syafiq:&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- a scoop of loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- a gallon of promiscuity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;- a pinch of confidence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boil together and serve.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=118"&gt;'What is your recipe for love?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="7"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recipe of love? NO comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;You are Seluar dalam man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Your alter-ego is Syafiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your super-hero ability:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Eat bananas then expel them as nuclear bombs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=85"&gt;'What is your superhero ability?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, my craps are nuclear powered by bananas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="450" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will take over &lt;b&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/b&gt; using only &lt;b&gt;a large, three-clawed dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/worldpic.jpg" alt="countrypic!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=52"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where the hell do I find a large 3 clawed dragon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/wantedposter.php?name=Syafiq&amp;msg=20&amp;reward=14" width="270" height="353"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=46"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the Snake Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Syafiq-2-4-4.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what they gonna put on my orbituary? Vader missed me? awwww (Im Vader's 2nd long lost son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You should cheer for GERMANY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/germanyflag.gif" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=116"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany? Haha. Should have taken this quiz earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="450" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="140" bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You will go to jail for:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CC00CC"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Accidentally finding area 51&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/jail.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=39"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault. Chewy was driving the millennium falcon and it accidentally crash into area 51. I'm innocent!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115314474872653850?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115314474872653850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115314474872653850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-bored-so-here-are-some-quizzes-i.html' title='I was bored so here are some quizzes I did today'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115305959283113305</id><published>2006-07-16T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:19:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd the thump thump go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/Pirates2FinalPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/Pirates2FinalPoster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;atched POTC2 last night with me mates at Bugis. It was bloody good. A little bird told me it's boring and not to watch it. Ye know what little birdy, you're dead wrong. From start to finish there was non-stop action. Everyone's back, Jack with his crazy chicken run, Liz was stunningly beautiful(even in the pirate get up she looks yummy), Will was well the typical hero, even that undead monkey was back. Oh and we get to learn more about Will and Jack's past. I  love the 3 way sword fight scene and don't ever remind me of cuttlefish (I guess I'll stay clear of them for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie headed to a coffee shop for supper. Talked and crack jokes. It was a fun night and during fun nights everyone forgets the time. Little did we know, it was already past midnight. No choice but had to take the nightrider home. Reached home almost 2am in the morning, everyone's already asleep. Creep into my room, took a quick shower and off to bed I go, dreaming about David Jone's thump thump and Captaining me own Pirate crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its gonna be a short entry tonight. Have no idea what to type about either. I guess it bye for now. Oh the door bell just rang. Must be the Pizza hut guy. Ciao for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115305959283113305?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115305959283113305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115305959283113305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/whered-thump-thump-go.html' title='Where&apos;d the thump thump go?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115277837143058744</id><published>2006-07-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:12:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences to Unsangkarable</title><content type='html'>I would like to say my condolences to the malay comedian group, Unsangkarable. For the lost of their leader, Ishak Ahmad. I may not know him personally, but I've met him several times. But my cousin however, Hamsa adon, he lost someone much more than just a friend but a mentor and a father figure. Singapore may not really know this but, we have lost someone truely gifted. A comedian, singer and a mentor/inspiration for some. Once again my condolences to Ishak's family, friends and Unsangkarable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115277837143058744?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115277837143058744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115277837143058744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/condolences-to-unsangkarable.html' title='Condolences to Unsangkarable'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115278127881813545</id><published>2006-07-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:03:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/IMG_0561.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/IMG_0561.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/IMG_0562.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/IMG_0562.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;um when to Johor the other day with her friends and bought each of us a key chain. The kinds that have your names on it and behind is a short description of what kind of a person you are or what you're suppose to be. Here is mine. The first time I read it, I kinda laugh. Why don't you read and tell me about it, haha. OH and for those who don't understand, I'll try my best to translate for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYAFIQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meaning, someone who is loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gentle nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An affectionate and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving person. Able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give and take(considerate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and always ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mistake of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From his love affair point of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone who is romantic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and good at persuasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe, cool right. I kinda like it. Haha. I just love it. Thanks mum.... Ok im off to try my persuasion skills.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115278127881813545?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115278127881813545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115278127881813545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/key-chains.html' title='Key Chains'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115269453496959172</id><published>2006-07-12T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:55:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crouching leopard Hidden TKD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/me%20side%20kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/me%20side%20kick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen for Taekwondo training last night. It been awhile I came down for training and I hafta admit I was outta shape. Could barely survive half the training now. Oh man I gotta buck up man. Enlistment is in September so I got 1 and a half month to get myself fit again. Bleargh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP is hosting the World Cyber Games. So our usual training ground was occupied by the WCG. Had to move to the basketball which has its pros and cons. Pros first, I can park my car in full view of the court so yeah its convenient. The showers are practically nearer in my opinion. But the cons I hate training bare-footed at the court. Blisters I tell you, they'll pop up like pop corn. So luckily I brought my training shoes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained with Elmo (No. not that cute red furry monster from Sesame Street). Its funny though. I still remember 3 years ago when I first started TKD. Elmo was my instructor and I was always picked to be his demonstrator haha. He's so big and I swear I kick from him and I'll be having cramps for the rest of the week. But he's a nice guy. The BFG (Big Friendly Giant). Now 3 years later nothing's change. He still likes to pick me to be his partner to train. Although I'm already black belt now, I still see him as my instructor and not just another guy who is on the same level. I guess the respect is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally got my black belt card and cert after, let me see (counting fingers) 6 freaking months. So yeah I got promoted in January and now in July I got my card and cert. Oh and Hairoul, your cert and card is with me bro. Give me a call if you read this message. Called you last night but nobody pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was totally shagged after training last night. Was fighting fatigue while driving man. Now thats dangerous. Luckily there wasn't much traffic last night. Hadn't had dinner, so was kinda famish when I reached home. Heat up the leftovers and ate while watching "Growing Up Wild" on Animal planet. I love that show. Every episode shows a certain baby animal growing up. And I tell you no matter what, animal or human,  a baby will still remain CUTE. Even if you're a baby warthog. I dunno maybe thats how God made them. Baby = CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/cleopard_cubs_7_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/cleopard_cubs_7_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm very big on cats. Big cats or small cats, wild or domestic, I still love them. Last night's episode was about the "Clouded Leopard". Not many people know much about them. Same goes for me. But I learn a few facts about them last night that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They are the smallest of the big cats.&lt;br /&gt;-They are the closest living creature to the Saber-toothed tiger. So if you wonder what a saber-toothed tiger would look like alive today. There you go, the Clouded leopard but on a smaller scale.&lt;br /&gt;-They got the longest canine in relation to the body size of any wild cat.&lt;br /&gt;-They can climb trees&lt;br /&gt;-Hard to breed in captivity&lt;br /&gt;-Lastly they are on the Endangered species list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are 6 random fact about the "Clouded Leopard". I think thats all for now. Will blog later or tml. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115269453496959172?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115269453496959172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115269453496959172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/crouching-leopard-hidden-tkd.html' title='Crouching leopard Hidden TKD'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115258987231758467</id><published>2006-07-11T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:33:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're not a manc, you're a wank!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/construction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/400/construction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;oke up this morning to the wonderful sounds of metal drilling through concrete. There they go again. My wonderful one floor up neighbour has suddenly either&lt;br /&gt;1)Moved(So I presume the new neighbours are renovating the place)&lt;br /&gt;2)Has suddenly decided that he is bored with how his flat looks like&lt;br /&gt;3)Has got a new hobby and thinks he is Phua Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Couldn't get anymore sleep with those thrashing noises. Woke up, did my thang, had breakfast(Wow I actually had breakfast. hmm when was the last time I did that?), reach for my old trusty ear plugs from my NCC days and here I am blogging with my ears plugged enjoying mini-earthquakes vibrating amidst my bedroom walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night watched 2 movies. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The girl next door&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/span&gt;". The former was aired on Star Movies and the latter was downloaded from the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/the-girl-next-door-2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/the-girl-next-door-2004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First up "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The girl next door&lt;/span&gt;". Funny movie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elisha Cuthbert&lt;/span&gt; was FANTASTIC. But since I saw it on Tv, I miss all the juicy parts. Which reminds me, gotta download the movie *evil grin*. Pretty Average movie about a boy graduating high school, typically the "loser", "class president", "brainiac" type. No girlfriend absolutely no luck with the opposite sex. Then 1 day beautiful neighbour move in next door and the rest is history. Hmm how I wish I could be him. Smart guy and wins the sexy girl in the end. So who wanna be my girl next door? Anybody? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/span&gt;". Now thats a fantastic movie. If you had enjoyed or loved "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roadtrip&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/span&gt;" is better and "JUCIER" *evil grin again*. I don't wanna spoit the movie so  go watch it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/eurotrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/eurotrip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I've always wanted to travel to europe and see the world. Mainly England, Germany, Spain, Italy, Holland, France, Turkey and many2 more. Maybe I'll backpack. From Singapore up through Malaysia and make my way up to England. Now that's a Eurotrip. Now before I start making plans whatsoever. Gotta take note of certain stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watchout for weird looking guys in trains&lt;br /&gt;-Check the date first before heading to the "beach" (You know what beach im talkin about *evil grin once again*)&lt;br /&gt;-Amsterdam is a MUST-STOP place&lt;br /&gt;-Never anyhow ring bells in Rome&lt;br /&gt;-Visit a Manchester United pub!!! (But I don't drink ok Just see see look look)&lt;br /&gt;-Oh lastly make sure you learn the language of the country your visiting. You wouldn't want to end up in Barislava or somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again going alone would be pointless. Gotta rope in a few friends. So who's game? maybe I could bring along my "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;girl next door&lt;/span&gt;". but that wouldn't be fun. Its better to be unattached on these trips. Hehe. Ok lah better stop before I start dreaming again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115258987231758467?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115258987231758467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115258987231758467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-youre-not-manc-youre-wank.html' title='If you&apos;re not a manc, you&apos;re a wank!!!'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115252323464008837</id><published>2006-07-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:43:39.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALY WORLD CHAMPIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/1605513290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/1605513290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Italy won the world cup. Not exactly my first choice team to win but still, Italy will always a soft spot in my heart and I'm very happy for them. Kudos to Cannavaro and  gang for persevering till the end. Italy started out strong but unfortunately conceded a penalty in the early minutes. But the same guy who conceded the penalty, Materazzi, redeems himself by scoring the equaliser soon after. After that it was stalemate all the way till penalty shoot-out. As cruel as it may seem there has to be a winner and Italy edge out France in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/485935621.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/485935621.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But France did perform well I must add. Frank Ribery and Thiery Henry were superb. Zidane? well he was pure class except that sending off incident in the 107th minute for headbutting who else? Materazzi, "Stone cold" Steve Austin style. Haha. Well as much admiration and respect I have for Zizou, that gesture really disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/4089819517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/4089819517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materazzi's to blame too for provoking him. Anyway poor Zizou we couldn't even come into the pitch to receive the losers medal. What a way to end his career. I hope he won't go down into history as the guy who Head butt France out of the finals. JUst like R.Baggio, such a good player but was remembered as the guy who missed that penalty and Eric Cantona for his infamous flying kick. Is it a trend nowadays to end your career in such a "high" fashion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Zidane is a genius in my opinion. Its just sad that he has to end in such a way. Eh I tought Shakira was gonna perform during the finals singing that Bamboo song? Tak nampak pun batang hidung dia. Anyway the "celebrate the day" song is pretty nice. Its been playin in my head non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/4278146782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/4278146782.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well its Italy's year this year. I can't what for the next world cup in 4 years time... South Africa I wonder what's the time difference??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115252323464008837?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115252323464008837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115252323464008837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-world-champions.html' title='ITALY WORLD CHAMPIONS'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115246818548257626</id><published>2006-07-10T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:03:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love actually?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/love_actually_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/love_actually_ver3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Love actually for like the umpteen time. Its a nice movie which never fails to move me. For those who have not yet watched the movie. I urge you to watch it. Trust me you'll love it.  Its a movie complilation of 10 love stories in it and somehow somewhere each story intertwines with each other. My personal favorites would be the Prime minister's story, the writer and his house-cleaner, the bestfriend and the story about the boy and his father. Just go watch it lah its nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/IF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/IF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So and the day is here. The FIFA WORLD CUP FINAL. ITALY vs FRANCE. Who would have thought these two teams would reach the finals. I admit I didnt. So its gonna be another epic battle of europes 2 biggest teams. Can the French do it? or will the Azzuris pull another Italian Job. Who knows lets go watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game starting soon. I can hear the the crowd cheering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ITALY!!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115246818548257626?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115246818548257626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115246818548257626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-actually.html' title='love actually?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115226369800454772</id><published>2006-07-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:56:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/couple_silhouette_270.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/couple_silhouette_270.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast night had a dream, well its not exactly a dream. It was more of a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that feeling, wishing you could relieve a certain memory over and over again. I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a nice girl. Smart and Independant. We kinda hit it off the first time we met(I guess we did). I remember the 1st time I met her. She was a friend's friend. Was on the train home, from TKD training and we were fooling around making fun of each other. I can't really remember what the joke was but we were laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I aske her out. Hmm it was valentine's day. But we didn't really go out or anything. Just meet up for awhile then accompany her back home. A stalk of red rose was involved too. The last time I heard of it, Its been pressed and dried. I wonder how is it doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that everything was history. Some of you must be wondering who or where is she now? Well can I safely that she's one of my very good friends now. Kam ching ho!!! haha. Correct or not? I bet you're reading this now. Anyway I rather have you as a friend than not to have you at all. cheers. May our friendship last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/heaven%20knows.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/400/heaven%20knows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/heaven%20knows2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/400/heaven%20knows2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115226369800454772?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115226369800454772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115226369800454772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115218440373477563</id><published>2006-07-06T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:13:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The French Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/franceV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/franceV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;idane came out tops last night, after scoring a crucial penalty to prevent Portugal from advancing to the finals in Berlin. After beating Brasil in the quarter-finals, France look very confident that they could beat Portugal. It was a battle of wits in midfield between Figo and Zidane. But Judging from the performance of both veterans, Zidane looked much sharper that Figo. Anyway Scolari started off the game with only Pauleta upfront alone. Which I think was a bad idea. How to score with only 1 sriker. Although they came close a couple of times. Still it wasn't enough. Then again France also started of with Henry alone upfront haha. Portugal started off strong. Ronaldo with his amazing speed and agility on the flanks cut through the French defence like hot knife through butter. But after going down 1 nil, from the penalty in the 33rd minute, Portugal starts to crumble down due to pressure. Ronaldo starts becoming selfish. That boy have to learn when to be/not to be selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like I've said earlier it was gonna be a French-Italian affair. Dad's rooting for a French victory. I'm in the other hand rooting for the Azzuris. So its gonna be another father-son rivalry this finals. Just like when Liverpool meets Manchester United. (i'm with Man U in case u didnt know). I dunno why but i just dont like the French team. They have great players no doubt. But I just dont like them. Maybe because I kinda associate them with Arsenal.(I dont like Arsenal. Sorry to all Arsenal fans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup's coming to an end. "Mummy its over!!!!"(*starts bawling ala Just for laughs*). It was fun while it lasted. Oh by the way the Gillette Best young player award have shortlisted 6 to win the title. who are the 6 you ask? In random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cristiano Ronaldo (Portugal)&lt;br /&gt;-Lionel Messi (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;-Luis Valencia (Ecuador)&lt;br /&gt;-Tranquillo Barnetta (Switzerland)&lt;br /&gt;-Cesc Fabregas (Spain)&lt;br /&gt;-Lucas Podolski (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information visit &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/w/bypa/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Right now leading the votes is Valencia but close behind in 2nd place is Ronaldo and Messi 3rd. My vote goes to Ronaldo but after the little incident between Rooney and him, I doubt many people will vote for him. It was shown clearly last night during the French and Portugal game that whenever he gets the ball, he's constantly Boo-ed by the crowd. BUt I must admire his determination. Despite the jeering, he turn a deaf ear and kept on playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that about it for now. Spider sense tingling...Feeling hungry. Gonna swing to the kitchen. cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115218440373477563?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115218440373477563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115218440373477563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/french-connection.html' title='The French Connection'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115209057583248890</id><published>2006-07-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:05:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Azzuris</title><content type='html'>SHOCKER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is definately not my World Cup year. All my predictions were completely wrong. First Brasil, then England now Germany. hahaha. But the Azzuris played well yesterday. It is true that I have a soft spot for the Italians. It is funny but the 1st time I started liking them was during the 1994 world cup final, where they were beaten by Brazil in a Penalty shootout. Yes it was also the year that Roberto Baggio missed that dreaded penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their recent performances haven't been very satisfying and I kinda lost that feeling for them. Especially their "dramas". Always falling, always diving, trying to win a penalty or get someone booked. That's not Joga Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT last night's performance and the Quarter final match versus Ukraine was fantastic. They played well but maybe for a few stumbles, nobody's perfect. Yesterday they reminded be of why I had liked them in the first place. Sheer style, Mafia style haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again the Germans. I salute you guys. You may be young and inexperience, but you guys showed that with sheer determination, you can go far. I'm sad to see klinsi and his men go home losers but thats football. There can be only ONE. They played well. But they will be back in 4 years time. Then they are no longer young and inexperience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of the favorites are out, Brasil, Germany, Argentina, England and Spain. SO now its up to Portugal and France tonight to determined who will face Italy in Berlin for the final. It gonna be the "battle of the oldies" haha. FIGO vs ZIZOU. 2 of the most influencial, most skillfull, most brilliant midfield mestros in the world. Go head to Head tonight. Its gonna be an explosive match tonight cant wait. YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/ZvsF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/ZvsF.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me its gonna be an Italian-French affair. But then again my predictions aren't exactly winners. But it would be nice to see C.Ronaldo and gang in the finals. My "mini-brasil", Portugal.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Spider sense is tingling.... Mum's calling me. Better go see what she wants...ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115209057583248890?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115209057583248890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115209057583248890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/return-of-azzuris.html' title='The Return of the Azzuris'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115203077973277486</id><published>2006-07-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:43:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Poly Graduation Ceremony 2006</title><content type='html'>Finally, with my Diploma in hand, I can officially declare myself a......*drum rolls* Diploma holder!!!! *applause*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lame. But yeah can finally breath easy. Just seeing that piece of paper and all those hard work 3 years ago, was definately worth it. Every single minute of it. Mum and Dad were there to witness. Its a pity its a school day or else Putri, Meera and Syarah would have came along. The ceremony itself was pretty ok. It was quite fast actually and the reception afterwards was mediocre. But I got excess to the VIP reception room, which was WAY WAY better than the normal reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot of photos to commemorate the occasion. Mum and Dad left after the immense photo taking. My friends and I then went off to celebrate. Headed down to orchard for lunch then caught a movie. Wanted to watch Scary Movie 4 or Superman Returns but most of them watched it already. Then it came down to Silent Hill and a korean movie titled "The King and the Clown". Silent Hill would have been a better choice but someone didn't want to watch it. So we settled for the king and the clown. Figured that because of the word "CLOWN" we assume, actually not we, SOMEONE assumed that it was a funny show so I just went with the flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening was damn boring, but the it started to get funnier towards the middle and end. It was about a king who fell in love with a transvestite clown. So it was a mix of korean literature with romance and comedy. Not the best movie I've watched and definately not worth my 7 bucks. sucks. Almost fell asleep it between scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie went to play pool. Then head home. Wanna be home early to catch the World Cup Semi-finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/1600/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4550/335/320/IMG_0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hope I made you guys proud&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More picture will be uploaded &lt;a href="http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/13"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So just keep watching out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115203077973277486?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115203077973277486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115203077973277486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-poly-graduation-ceremony.html' title='Singapore Poly Graduation Ceremony 2006'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115186078297926616</id><published>2006-07-03T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T03:40:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.Ronaldo I am not....</title><content type='html'>Hey um, this entry is meant for someone. Whether she reads it or not, I just wanna get it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title above states, I am no Cristiano Ronaldo. I don't have his looks nor do I have the skills he posesses. I may not be very tall nor am I very intellectual. But I do know that I can be the kindest, healthy, silliest soccer playing bookworm you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt really get off on the right foot. My 1st and 2nd impression didnt really went that well. So hopefully the 3rd times a charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously knowing that we have mutual friends don't really help and Im not sure if having simmilarities would either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a brief introduction of who I really am and I know many readers out there may or may not know me already but for those who do. Just bear with it maybe you might just find out something new about me. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full name is Muhammad Syafiq bin Mohamed Johan. I'm 20 this year. Currently waiting for enlistment on the 7th of September. Eldest in the family with 3 other siblings(all girls). Im also Javanese. My dad says my ancesters came from central Java in a province call Solo(Keturunan Han Solo lah... haha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all my 20 years in the westside of Singapore. Seldom do I venture to the east, north or south of Singapore. As I can safetly say that I would rather prefer to indulge in the comforts of my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years of education in a neighbourhood school with I'm very proud of, Jurongville Secondary school. Most of my fondest memories were made there. Next 3 years were spent in Singapore Polytechnic, more fond memories and it was here that I didn't regret choosing Polytechnic life from Junior College. Because I wouldn't have meet so many good friends and also it was through one of them that I was given the chance to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read, yes I too would like to sit down time to time with a good book in my hands. I play sports like soccer, rugby, hockey, basketball, badminton, taekwondo and others. But soccer and taekwondo would be my favorites. I may not be the athletic type with a body to die for nor do I excell in any of them. I play because I enjoy them. I do like to spend my time playing computer games also if im not out sweating my butt off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cook. No, maggi and cooking rice in the rice cooker does not count. I mean really really cook. May not be very good at it but I see it as a need, a necessity in life. Survival. I'm pretty handy with my hands. I can make stuffs. Simple stuffs like origami to complicated things like building a computer from scratch. I've got my license to drive. I would very much like to say that I've jump out of a plane at 10,000 feet but I failed to make the cut. So It didnt happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears. hmm I don't like the common house gecko. Ok it may not sound macho but It was a childhood incident so the fear stuck. I'm afraid of being dislike/hate by people. It drives me nuts, hence the "2nd impression on you" hope you understand why the drama. But I'll try to change. I use to hate roller coasters but I conquered that fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Manchester United. My favorite player would be Ryan Giggs and Peter schmeichel. Eric cantona IS a legend. Chelsea and liverpool is ok but I don't like Jose Mourinho(sorry) and I definately don't like Arsenal(sorry again). I like listening to rock music, then again I listen to all genres but I would ease off  the techno music(don't really like them). Which brings to the case that I've never  been clubbing nor step into a club/pub whatever you guys call them. Never smoke. Ok to some of you out there to whom I've said, I use to smoke. Sorry I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love comics and I'm a fan of Spiderman. Use to think that I could become spiderman by letting a spider bit me and I use to climb about everywhere when I was young. In my room, the store room, everywhere. But that was once upon a time ago. But I would love to jump round once in awhile just to satisfy the kid in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of books I read? Hmm mostly spy novels but most of them are pretty old books past down by my father. I like books by Anne Rice because I like to read about vampires and stuffs also. Dan brown is superb for the da vinci code and angels and demons. I still think though that Angels and Demons is much much better than DVC. I a fan for star wars so yup I do read their novels. Michael Crichton's books are also good. OH and I also like those lit texts like Julius Cesar, to kill a mocking bird, clay marble, red sky in the morning(all which I did for literature in school and I love every minute of it), Romeo and Juliet and more. But my favorite author of all time would be Roald Dahl. Haha yeah probably most people would associate Roald Dahl books for kids and teenagers but I still find them facinating and interesting to read. My favorite book by him would be "switch Bitch" definately a recommendation by me to you. Other books that I have read and would like to recommend you be "Master of the Game" by Sidney Sheldon and "The Last Vampire" by Whitley Strieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aspire to become a policeman. I would like to join the police force and hope to be one of the best. Probably to the fact that my father use to poison my mind with crime stories and movies. I think that James Bond is the best spy movie of all time and Mission Impossible is just superb. Crime Scene Investigation(CSI) is an inspiration, in fact any police/cop movie or show is an inspiration to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do watch dramas/sitcoms like One Tree Hill, the O.C, smallville, Friends, who's line is it anyway, Joey, Las Vegas, Numb3rs, Supernatural and many more. There are too many to name anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like any sports movies like GOAL, the longest yard, the replacements, The Mighty Ducks part 1,2&amp;3, bend it like beckham, varsity blues and many more lah. I also like any movies directed or produce by John Woo. example: broken arrow and Face/Off. Oh and sci-fi/fiction/fantasy also appeals to me Lord of the rings trilory, Star Wars from Episode 1 to 6, Back to the Future 1,2&amp;3, Spiderman 1,2(of course), Batman(all of them), Superman(all of them also) but I think Hulk was a let down. But I do have a softer side of watching love stories like Ghost and love actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any achievements? Well was a bit of a geek back in primary and secondary school(who wouldn't? You should see me wearing those dorky glasses) so plenty of science quizes and such. But I did join a few sports competition and win some also. High jump, long jump, X-country, soccer, TKD and more. Oh and I did win a few art competitions. There's a bit of an artist in me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore? I dunno, I guess I've revealed quite alot about myself today. Maybe that's what you need to consider loosening yourself a bit towards me. I know you don't normally makes friends with people on the net. But maybe you could make this an exception? Just don't think that I'm desperate to get to know you or that I think your a stuck up b!@#$. I think your sweet and pretty nice under that hard/icy exterior. I know that your pretty well know for being an ice queen. But I believe thats just a mask or costume your wearing, underneath your nice and sweet. Damn   I'm talking in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about this but this is what I assume forgive me if Im wrong. Maybe just maybe you've had a bad experience somewhere somehow and that's the reason for the icy masquerade. Maybe a bad relationship or or or.... something bad ah, can't think of any reasons right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not good to keep it yourself or put up a false face telling the world that  you're ok  and nothing is wrong. Maybe opening up to others could make you a better person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just assumptions and may not be true. Well I hope it is not true and its just who you are. icy and stubborn. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG its already 3am. I guess thats all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115186078297926616?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115186078297926616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115186078297926616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/cronaldo-i-am-not.html' title='C.Ronaldo I am not....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115178814109538642</id><published>2006-07-02T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:09:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRASIL &amp; ENGLAND............................O.U.T!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm lost for words. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GERMANY&lt;/span&gt; wins the World Cup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO COMMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115178814109538642?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115178814109538642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115178814109538642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/brasil-englandout.html' title='BRASIL &amp; ENGLAND............................O.U.T!!!!!!'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115176270268657998</id><published>2006-07-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:05:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Italian Job</title><content type='html'>Ok I guess I was wrong about the Italy-Ukraine match. Italy breeze right through. Then again I guess the Mafia's behind all this, coz I swear I could hear Don Michael Corleone snickering somewhere in the stands.(Don Michael Corleone was Al Pacino's character in the GODFATHER). But seeing their performance last night, It was way way better than their last 3 group matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight its England vs Portugal and Brasil vs France. Another action-pack night. Can't wait for the games to start. However Portugal will be without 3 of their key midfield personal. Deco, Costinha and C.Ronaldo. So most probably I would go for an England win. But who knows maybe Figo got some tricks up his sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France and Brasil. Hmm another France 98? no way jose!!! Its PAY BACK TIME. Brasil to win 3-0 for me. hehehe. I'm pretty cocky tonight, I dunno why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bamboooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tembaleuoluwaaluweee&lt;br /&gt;Anubaleee le balooo&lt;br /&gt;Levanlevaaandaa laoooo....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Hips Don´t Lie Bamboo (FIFA WORLD CUP 2006 MIX) by Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115176270268657998?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115176270268657998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115176270268657998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-italian-job.html' title='The Real Italian Job'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115169293354367106</id><published>2006-07-01T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:42:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry for Argentina.......</title><content type='html'>GERMANY are through to the Semi-finals after a heart-wretching match with Argentina. (Drew 1-1 but Germany won 4-2 on penalties). Kudos to the south-americans for trying their best but still the brawl after the penalty shoot out was an utter mess. "Shazme on you... daz not Joga Bonito". Chey maciam Eric cantona haha. Ok ok my French impersonation sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wins this game will go to the final. Like I predicted, it would be a German-Brazil final again this year unless ze FRENCH pull another France 98. Then we would see the BLACK Eagle with RED beak &amp; claws soaring across a GOLDEN sky this year.(For you guys unfamiliar with the German colours. Black, Red and Gold are the colours of their national flag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for the Italy-Ukraine match, well get ready for another tight match and I'm not surprise if the winner would be decided by penalties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another loooong night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115169293354367106?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115169293354367106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115169293354367106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-cry-for-argentina.html' title='Don&apos;t cry for Argentina.......'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115124783976073144</id><published>2006-06-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:03:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My +10 team</title><content type='html'>Germany play fabulously yesterday by beating Sweden 2 goals to nil. Klose and Podolski are in sync everytime they get the ball. Propably the best striking pair in this World Cup. Argentina was caught off guard by Mexico. But the still won 2-1 after extra time. I guess the Argentinians under estimated the Mexicans. They played with all their hearts out there. It was unfortunate that there can be only 1 who goes through to the next round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's games will be interesting. England meets Ecuador and Portugal square off with Holland. Now that Owen is out of the world cup, Crouch and Rooney are gonna be the main strike pair. But I hope we would get to see more of Teo Walcott. "Come on Eriksson give the kid a chance and some god damn experince will ya" (say it in a cockney accent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Portugal and Holland, Haiz... Both teams have a special place in my heart. Its gonna be heart breakin to see one of them go home. I see Portugal as a mini-brazil with the flair play in the likes of C.Ronaldo, Deco and Figo. As for Holland, the speed and power of Robben, Nistelrooy and Van Der Vaart. Who will win it I dunno. All I have to say is, May the best team wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing through the net and reading about the world cup here, http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumble upon news and tibbits like &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/060624/1/880w.html"&gt;Beckham's +10 team&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/060624/1/866h.html"&gt;Podolski's +10 team&lt;/a&gt; and a few others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting stuffs go check them out if you have the time. Now here is my +10 team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goalkeeper  : Peter Schmeichel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left back   : Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Center back : Franz Beckenbauer&lt;br /&gt;Center back : Lucio&lt;br /&gt;Right back  : Cafu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Mid    : Ryan Giggs (My all time favorite player)&lt;br /&gt;Center Mid  : Michael Ballack&lt;br /&gt;Right Mid   : Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strikers    : Fernando Torres &lt;br /&gt;            : Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;            : Ronaldinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Kahn&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Maldini&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lampard&lt;br /&gt;Robben&lt;br /&gt;Pavel Nedved&lt;br /&gt;Marco Van Basten&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Podolski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about it? pretty neat? haha my +10 team.&lt;br /&gt; Ok the England game is about to start. Need to go off. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and who to tag to do this. Everybody and Anybody. I wanna heard about your +10 team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115124783976073144?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115124783976073144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115124783976073144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-10-team.html' title='My +10 team'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-115072731140604575</id><published>2006-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:28:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged : 7 random things</title><content type='html'>Well its been awhile since i blog here and i don't intend to do it on a daily basis. Maybe once in awhile when i've got nothing to do and i feel like sharing with the world what's going on in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 months time, I'm going to serve the nation. Im not against it neither am i eager to do it. 6 years of NCC is enough for me. But still, its not like i hav a choice. I'll just do the best i can for the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's World Cup season again this year. I'm hoping for Brazil to win it again this year. But judging from their performances for the past 2 games, Im getting second thoughts. Germany look like strong contenders this year and so does Argentina. Spain could do it too. England? well not when they are playing like that and Italy? well I do have a soft spot for them, but please for god's sake quit the drama mama will ya. So my best bet? Germany, Brazil final but no idea who will win it, but judging on their present performances, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I've been tagged by my cousin, noelle0312, to do some 7 random things about yourself. In the name for fun why not. It's been awhile since I did any of this stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me: short(1.7 only and im a guy), i forgive people easily, patience, i guess im too nice, im kinda shy when it comes to girls, crazy at times and i like SPIDERMAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me: the common house gecko(its a childhood thing), no friends, losing a love one, rejection, no money, disappointing my parents and GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music at the moment: For you I will by Teddy Geiger, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Somebody to love by Queen, Everything I do I do it for you by Bryan Adams, Open Arms by Journey, Hotel California by Eagles and Home by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say the most: really?, oh shit!, wassup, hello, haha, hehe, hoho,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this: my sister syazanna, liza, mif, Normah, din, hairoul and idza(if your reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup i've done my part. So kak Wati aka noelle0312 here are 35 more things for you about me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update again if i feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-115072731140604575?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115072731140604575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/115072731140604575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-7-random-things.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged : 7 random things'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114918774996012051</id><published>2006-06-02T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:49:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo updates</title><content type='html'>Well I did say to watch out for photo updates of the Mother's day trip at KL. Here they are. Sorry for the late submission. Hadn't time to sit down and scan the pictures into the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/12"&gt;KL photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added a few photos that I took last tuesday during TKD training just to finish up the film in the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/5"&gt;TKD pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to update about my life right now. Its pretty boring. Watch Da Vinci alone, watch X men 3 with my sisters, got teary eyed when *somebody* died. Kinda shocking though. Thats all for my week. Boring right? nvm I hope it will get interesting soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114918774996012051?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114918774996012051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114918774996012051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/06/photo-updates.html' title='Photo updates'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114840669806075936</id><published>2006-05-24T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:12:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>Last weekend SPTKD held their Freshman orientation camp. So being the gungho type, I sign up and went for the camp. Little did I know, Mif and Hairoul are not coming down. So I was practically without my "kakis". So in other words if a person got no "kaki" what happen? He becomes lame. haha ok lame joke. But seriously I got no one to talk too. Well maybe there are, like Rikki, Rena, Normah, Fizah and etc. But they are not exactly the same wavelength. You know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the camp was ok. Well not ok. Kinda disorganize. Well no offence to the organizing committee. The games were fun and good. But breakfast, lunch and dinner was not really plan out properly. Its ok, pretty understandable. Its a new committee and this is somehow their first time organizing a camp. Maybe some may have done it before, some may not. Learn from their mistakes ah. Just make sure the next time I come to your next camp, show some improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were pretty much the same. Wake up, shower, online or play games, eat, pray, sleep and etc. So ok most of you out there might probably say "HEY GET A LIFE MAN, FIND A JOB OR SOMETHING". Well yeah am meaning too but can't seem to bring myself to do it. hehehe... GOtta face it man I'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But havin way too much free time is kinda fun you know, I tend to think a lot. About stuffs. GOOD STUFFS ok. Like what are my plans after NS and where should I further my studies and stuffs like that. Finding a girlfriend. haha well yeah tought of that a couple of times. I dunno man. I mean I have some feelings for an old friend but she's attached to a good friend of mine also. I don't want to be a bastard and break them up. But recently I kind of confess everything to her. Thankfully she's ok with it. I dunno if she told her boyfriend about it but he doesn't seem to show any signs of knowing about it either. As for me? well I have endure seeing her going out getting close to soooo many guys these few years I kinda got use to it. But somehow after confessing to her I can't help feeling jealous over that lucky guy. I try to look away, try to ignore them, tried to talk to other girls just to get her off my mind. It does help, but not for long. Then there's the Giordano girl I mention a few entries ago. She doesn't seem interested so what can I do. I can't force her to like me right. But the funny thing is, If you go out looking for love, they seem to be running away from you. BUt once you stop looking, they seem to be coming looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I think it was last week. I was on the verge of completely forgetting about those 2 girls I mention above. I hadn't talk, message, msn any of them for quite a while and I'm kinda happy about it too. Then this old fren of mine msg me to do her a favor. Well being a good friend, I complied. So we met up for lunch and talked about old times and stuffs. She even help me with a little grocery shopping which I'm awfully bad at. I'm not the type who goes to the market often so I dunno which leafs and vegetables are which. Somehow that gesture of hers to help me reminded me of why I fell for her years ago. But I quickly reminded myself that she's attached. So just savour what time we have spent together thats all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day at night, was online minding my own business watching Incredible tales. Giordano girl messaged me thru MSN. Was kinda surprise because usually I would be the one messaging her first. We only chatted for like 10 seconds and she said she will call me because its easier. So yeah she called my phone and we chatted for like almost a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you get what I mean by If you look for love the will run away from you and if you are not looking they come looking for you. Maybe I should do that. Walk around as if I'm not interested. Act as if Im content with being single and all and maybe girls will somehow come knocking at my door. Pretty farfetch I know. But hey its worth a try. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from TKD training. My back is pretty sore. Have been giving me problems these past few days. Probably not having enough sleep. But who am I kidding man. Wake up around 1 in the afternoon. haha and I'm complaining of not having enough sleep. Anyways, Hairoul is fine now. He's back to his cheerful self. But he's taking it easy. Yo bro keep it up man. I'm always here to back you up if anything happens. Remember that day? We could always go to Al-ameen and talk over "Nasi goreng cina paprik ala thai" or something like that ah, I forgot the name of the dish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO.... yeah that's about it I think. I know someone out there is pestering me to update. So here it is. Didnt really think you would read my blog sey. I mean once in awhile I understand. But you seem to be like reading my blog everyday haha. I'm truely honoured ah to have a fan like you. hahahahaha. Want me to like put up like a small corner to thank you for your support or something like that? hahahaha. Like at mcdonalds where they put up a picture of employee of the month. Put ur picture there  and below it "Fan of the month" hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for coming and reading. At least I know there are people out there who care to read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night and take care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114840669806075936?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114840669806075936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114840669806075936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114786255583160517</id><published>2006-05-17T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:42:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's day at KL</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was Mother's day. Mother's all around the world are honoured for their endless self sacrifice for their children and families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had a little extra for mother's day. We went to Kuala Lumpur. It was oraganise by mum's ustaz(religious teacher) for 3 days and 2 nights starting from Friday morning till Sunday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach picked us up in the morning at Jurong East. After going pass customs and all, we had breakfast at Gelang Patah R&amp;R. After which we headdown to the nearest mosque for our friday prayers. After all is done, we headed to our first shopping point at Nilai 3 in Negeri Sembilan. Nilai 3 is a shopping haven. It was kinda like Geylang except that it has more variety of stuffs and its about the size of 20 football fields. Yes it is that big. What i meant about more variety is that it sells everything, anything and all things. Whatever you want you can find it there, you just have to look in the right shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nilai 3 we head down to KL to check into our hotel. Quality hotel is the name and yes they do measure up to the quality. 4 stars mind you. After settling in, we went to Sogo for dinner. The nearest shopping centre. After dinner was back to the hotel and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at the hotel and yes I had a heavy breakfast. Its been awhile I had hotel food. The first program for the day was a visit to a chocolate boutique. Which sells the strangests chocolate flavours you'll ever hear. Durian flavoured chocolate, sesame seed flavoured chocolate, papaya flavoured and etc. They may not sound as appetizing as they look. but mind you the durian and sesame flavoured chocolate tasted fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was a short visit to the KLCC twin towers. Took a few pictures and we went shopping in the Suria KLCC shopping centre. The place was somewhat like Takashimaya. All the shops were all the high end branded stuffs like Versace, Gucci, Rolex and Etc. Well being middle income people we could only window shop haha. After that we headed down to Times square. The biggest shopping centre in KL, with an indoor theme park and 2 hotels built into it. The time spent given was only an hour so we didnt have much time to try the rides so we could only watch it from afar. It kinda sucks coz the roller coaster looks tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After times square, we head down to Petaling street where they sell all the imitation stuffs. More like a night market and a place for bargain hunters. Bought a pair of red oakley shades for only 20 ringgit which was about 10 Spore dollars. Cheap huh. Dad bought a liverpool jersey, I wanted a Manchester United long sleeve jersey but the shop owner didnt want to lower the price so we left. Mum bought handbags and Syarah got 2 t-shirts. Putri and Meera didnt find anything they like so they didnt buy anything. After petaling street we went down to Jalan Masjid India, another night market but this time it was more like Geylang. Where they sell lots and lots of cloths. Lots more than in Geylang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Masjid Jalan India, we went back to the hotel for dinner. After which we retired back to our rooms. That night was the FA cup final between Liverpool and West Ham. Dad and I we pumped up for action but unfortunately, the TV only offers ESPN. The live coverage was being shown on Star Sports. Dad was pretty upsets but what can we do. But sleep and wait for the results in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast again in the hotel. Good news liverpool won by penalties. Dad as estatic. But we heard West Ham gave a good fight. Oh and did I mention Dad wore his liverpool jersey. haha. After breakfast we checked out of the hotel and had a pit stop at Putrajaya. Where the prime minister's office is. Took a lot of pictures there coz the view was fantastic. Oh and yes I bought mum a bag here. My mummy's day present for her. After putrajaya we visited a bee museum in Malacca. It was cool. I didnt know there were so many different kinds of bees around the world. Putri was a little scared coz ever since that episode with a bee a last year. She got stung and that was it, she hate bees for life. haha. After the bee museum we went to Mahkota parade for a little shopping before heading to the Mahkota hotel for the Mother's day high tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high tea was pretty boring. It wasn't really oraganise and the food wasn't that nice either. Nothing much to report here. After the high tea, we were homeward bound. Stopped by Gelang patah R&amp;R again for a mandatory rest period. Had a light dinner then off we were back to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun. Most importantly, Mum enjoyed herself the most. Its been awhile since I've been to KL. The place was still the same as i imagine well maybe the traffic condition kinda gotten worst. Motorcycles beating the red light left, right, center. Remind me never to drive in malaysia. Unless its an emergency. But other that that the place is ok. Singapore is still better haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrite thats it for my adventure in KL. Oh stay tune for updates about the pictures will upload them in multiply soon. ciao then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114786255583160517?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114786255583160517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114786255583160517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/mummys-day-at-kl.html' title='Mummy&apos;s day at KL'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114727768827893887</id><published>2006-05-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:20:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Shit Different Day</title><content type='html'>Was woken up rudely today by the banglahs doing some construction work outside. Woke up pretty early, it didnt help that I couldn't sleep last night. Why would something like you happen to me? Had a loooooong chat with Hairoul last night till the wee wee hours in the morning. He's having some problems just like yours truely. He can't get "Hamron" outta his mind and I can't get *!@#$% outta mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this morning. Woke up pretty early. Mum went out shopping with my aunt. No food at home. What does Syafiq do to survive? He cooks. Yes true believers, Syafiq can cook. With the help from some cookbook, Syafiq cooked up a storm. Made Shepherd's Pie. Looked around for the ingredients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes...... checked&lt;br /&gt;Minced meat... checked&lt;br /&gt;Milk.......... checked&lt;br /&gt;Tomato sauce.. checked&lt;br /&gt;Onion......... checked&lt;br /&gt;Pepper........ checked&lt;br /&gt;Sugar......... checked&lt;br /&gt;butter........ checked&lt;br /&gt;milk.......... checked&lt;br /&gt;mixed veggies. Damn don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm its not like you'll die without veggies right. My sis is gonna be happy about this. She don't go well with veggies. So yeah took me more or less about 2 hours to make it haha. Is that fast? or slow? well nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict............. It was GOOD. Im bloody serious. It was bloody nice. Not bad for a first timer. Well maybe except the meat was still a bit hard. Mum said to cooked it a little longer next time. Nvm at least I did learn something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a little nap then played a little xbox and surf the net, then watched American idol, had dinner and now here i am blogging &amp; listening to music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that it for today. off to play some online games.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah before I go, this weekend FRiday, saturday and sunday i wont we in town. Going for a short holiday with the family to Kuala lumpur for some high tea or something to celebrate mother's day. Was organise by my mum's religious teacher. So mostly there will be lots and lots of makciks and pakciks going hopefully they bring along their daughters haha. Cheeky Syafiq....... So if you were to sms or call me within these 3 days and i didnt reply, SORRY my phone doesn't have auto-roaming. So bear with it I'll be back Sunday night so dont worry.... ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114727768827893887?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114727768827893887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114727768827893887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/same-shit-different-day.html' title='Same Shit Different Day'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114719144379662333</id><published>2006-05-10T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:17:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anybody find me somebody to love?</title><content type='html'>Each morning I get up, I die a little. Can barely stand on my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;I Take a look in the mirror and I cry&lt;br /&gt;"God what you're doing to me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have spent all my years in believing you, but I just can't get no relief"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard every day of my life, I work till I ache my bones.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and I start to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Till the tears run down from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;God, Can anybody find me - somebody to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try and I try and I try. But everybody seems to want to put me down.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm goin' crazy, They say I got a lot of water in my brain, Got no common sense. I've got nobody left to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got no feel, I got no rhythm, I just keep losing my beat&lt;br /&gt;But its ok, I'm alright. I Ain't gonna face no defeat. I just gotta get out of this prison cell, Someday I'm gonna be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me somebody to love please&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114719144379662333?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114719144379662333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114719144379662333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-anybody-find-me-somebody-to-love.html' title='Can anybody find me somebody to love?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114719110729906661</id><published>2006-05-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:11:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat out of hell</title><content type='html'>I was like a bat out of hell today,&lt;br /&gt;I was like Spiderman, when he failed to save Gwen Stacy,&lt;br /&gt;I was like Superman being shown kryptonite into your face by Lois Lane,&lt;br /&gt;I was angry, frustrated, sadden, shocked all rolled into one,&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain, suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue what Im writing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a love that grows&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it unless I know&lt;br /&gt;With each passing hour&lt;br /&gt;Someone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Will be there&lt;br /&gt;Ready to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song by Steve Perry the lead singer from the Band JOURNEY. I guess this song pretty sums up wat im feeling now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foolish Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a love that's strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;But will my lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Play the part&lt;br /&gt;Of the fool again&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin'&lt;br /&gt;Stop before&lt;br /&gt;You start fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Heed my warnin'&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' that feelin' again&lt;br /&gt;I'm playin' a game I can't win&lt;br /&gt;Love's knockin' on the door&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart once more&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll let her in&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish Heart&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin'&lt;br /&gt;Stop before&lt;br /&gt;You start fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Heed my warnin'&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish, foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin'&lt;br /&gt;Stop before&lt;br /&gt;You start fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Heed my warnin'&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh foolish, foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish, foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114719110729906661?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114719110729906661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114719110729906661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/bat-out-of-hell.html' title='Bat out of hell'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114685433963432535</id><published>2006-05-06T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:38:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant think of a title</title><content type='html'>Thursday 4th May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with an Old friend at Bugis. Had lunch, Caught Mission Impossible 3, which was kinda good. There were definately more stunts than MI1 and MI2 put together, even the twist at the end of the show was worth the 2 hours. After the movie, we head down to esplanade to catch up on old times. From the good old NCC days to now and the future. Poor guy, was dump by his girlfren of 4 years. Well bro if ur reading this, once again i tell you its her lost not yours. I'm having my fair share of problems too and no I wasn't dump too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and ended up outside Wisma sat outside a small bar listening to the live band play. Left about 10plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 5th May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOthin much today, went for friday prayers, then went for TKD trainin. Mif and HAiroul not around, pretty pissed off but its ok. Lead the class for warm up. After which I did my own training with Edmund. Then had to teach Ding-na her pattern. Nothin interesting really. Except that I was wondering how she would react to me after what I told her Tuesday night. Nothing's change thank god. Except I was the one who was actually avoiding eye contact at first, just tryin to analyze the situation from afar before actually engaging the subject. So yeah she seems fine, maybe because her bf was there. Oh and yes her bf doesnt seem to show and knowledge of tuesday night so i guess he doesnt know. Its better that way I guess. Nobody knows. Dont want to ruin the beautiful friendship we shared all those years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told a few trustworthy friends about my situation, mostly gave me good advises. Thanks guys appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's a random quote I found on the net. Just like to share it with my readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jane Austen (1775 - 1817), Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114685433963432535?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114685433963432535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114685433963432535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Cant think of a title'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114665165071877692</id><published>2006-05-03T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:32:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny familiar forgotten feelings</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago the cousins were in town from london. Miss them loads. Spend a lot of quality time together. As they say a picture says a thousand words, check them out here &lt;a href="http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/10"&gt;http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the SPTKD club held a thank you dinner at Yishun Safra. Once again juz take a look at the pictures here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/11"&gt;http://silv3rfox.multiply.com/photos/album/11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if i did the correct thing last night, by telling her. Can't really sleep last night kept thinkin that I might have made a mistake. But hey I've been harbouring those feelings for a rather loooooooooooooooooong time. Sooner or later they are bound to surface. BUt still I dunno if last night was the right timing. She's havin her own problems and Im startin to get aquinted with another girl. Damn Im so confused. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114665165071877692?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114665165071877692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114665165071877692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-familiar-forgotten-feelings.html' title='Funny familiar forgotten feelings'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114554561746038481</id><published>2006-04-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:06:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first time for everyone</title><content type='html'>Had my first accident today. Well it doesn't really constitute as an acident actually. Just a nudge to the back of a taxi. Mainly it was my fault for not checking in front before moving off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sending my aunt and uncle back home from my house. Happended in a slip road from PIE going into clementi. The major road infront was clear check blind spot, clear, check right side for incoming traffic clear, but forgot to check infront if the taxi had moved off. I kinda assumed it did. Luckily my uncle was sitting next to me. He warned me in time so yeah i braked, HARDED. But obviously not hard enough. THUD! hit the back of the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was injured thank god. No visible damage to both cars. But my uncle took some photos for insurance. You may never know what the taxi driver might do. I was lucky my uncle and aunt was around to help me settle the incident. The taxi driver took down my aunt's particulars. Well if anything does happen she told me to use her license. She won't be in Singapore anyway so points given to her wont effect her much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still shaken though about the whole incident. The journey back home was kinda scary. Did not go beyond 80km/h, did safety checks like i've never done before. &lt;br /&gt;Even though the accident was a small one, it did wake me up a bit. But hey, it all adds up to experience. There's a first time for everyone. I guess thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114554561746038481?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114554561746038481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114554561746038481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-first-time-for-everyone.html' title='There&apos;s a first time for everyone'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114554494912470528</id><published>2006-04-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:55:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is for living, live it</title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when you miss someone so much, you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens.&lt;br /&gt;But often, we look so log at the closed door, we don't see the one which has been opened to us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks, they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth, it can fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile because a smile can make a dark day bright.&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;Be who you want to be bacause you have only one life and one chance to do the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;You can't go forward until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so that at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years-count the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114554494912470528?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114554494912470528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114554494912470528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-for-living-live-it.html' title='Life is for living, live it'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114477739952238805</id><published>2006-04-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:43:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one down one more to go</title><content type='html'>Received a letter from NUS today, sadly to say my application was unsuccessfull. I kinda anticipated what the outcome might be but somehow when the moment comes, I can't seem to accept it. Well that's one down, one more to go. When will NTU send me that bloody letter. Its driving me nuts and driving me nuttier is WHERE THE HELL IS MY NS LETTER. Just found out that 3 other guys that I knew just gotten theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go in, survive "hell" and that's it bye bye National Service. Then Im free to work or study or as Mif would say get LAID. Ok kidding about the last part. But seriously, all this waiting for NS letter is putting my life at pause. I can't work, afraid that if i get accepted, the next think i knew NS is calling me. Going on a holiday is also another headache. Mum wants to bring the whole family out for a last holiday before I go in. But not knowing when Im gonna receive the bloody letter, well you know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from TKD training, had dinner, showered, talked to Hairoul for awhile, and now here I am blogging away. Am starting to feel a little light headed. You know the feeling, after a vigorous exercise then you shower and you sit down all is quiet, the fan blowing cool wind towards you. Then your brain starts to wander you fingers well the dont seem to respond to youuuu, and yuo hvae no ieda wahhhhhhhht yuor tyinpgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh ok sorry about that, so before i doze off infront of the computer, thats all for today see ya soon and bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the record I do miss you sometimes cheers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114477739952238805?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114477739952238805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114477739952238805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-down-one-more-to-go.html' title='one down one more to go'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-114466075314419549</id><published>2006-04-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:19:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating. Happy now?</title><content type='html'>Its a wonder people read my blog haha. Its been like 3 months not since i last updated and still there are people coming to my blog. Also to stop some of you out there(you know who you are) who kept bugging me to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's an update of my life for the past 3 months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my poly education. Didnt really end it with a bang. But I did pass nonetheless. What's next? Uni? NS? Work? Well I did applied for both NTU and NUS. Am still waiting for their replys. NS, am still waiting also. I hope to go in as soon as possible as to get it done and over with. The sooner I enter the sooner I'll come out. As for work, well to be honest kinda lazy to look for one but I need money. Gotta drag my lazy ass somewhere and find some work. At the mean time Im rotting at home, piling on the fats, spending my time playing with my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention my Aunt's back from london. Oh god I miss them so much. MY uncle and Aunt are the same as ever, my comfort zone besides my parents that is. As for my lil cousin's, Hannah is as thin as ever, Thoriq as usual his quiet self but startin to turn out to be a gamefreak haha and last but no least cute lil baby sofea, wait let me rephrase that. cute lil naughty pinching and biting sofea. Yeah I dunno why but she seems to be takin up pinchin and biting lately. Maybe thats her way of showing her affection to me. Im cover in her teeth and fingernail marks. But nontheless I love then all. Last night went out for dinner with them. Had seafood. Its been awhile I had shark's fin soup and Chilli crab. So yeah enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago my dad's Jawatankuasa held a Syarahan regarding Maulud Nabi. The guest speaker for the night was Ustaz Ahmad dahri. I kinda like him, he's funny. He's popular too. We estimated around 400 people to attend the syarahan but the turnout was more than we expected. So we had to lay mats on the floor for those who got no place to sit. I was the usual Cameraman for the event. In fact this year I had to operate both the Videocam and the camera. But my sis help a bit. so It was ok. The syarahan was a success, and thank god it didnt rain that night. It rained in the afternoon while we we setting up the stage and stuffs. I had fun snapping the pictures away ala "Peter Parker" haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents seem to be dropping hints the pass few days or maybe im being paranoid. Firstly my dad actually tease me not to get so overboard while takin the photos coz we need to save some for after the syarahan. These are his exact words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Jangan amik banyak2 simpan for later"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No lah I won't"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Mane tau nampak anak darah lawa mane then u keep snapping away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the only time the other day he was askin me about some of my girl friends. My dad was the only one though my mum was also talkin strangely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she actually said one my girl fren was pretty and that she was "girlfriend tak jadi" to my aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well both my parents are the old fashion type where they believe in Study firs then girlfriends later. But for the past few days they acted otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like im complainin or anything but hey this is something new. Maybe its time haha whatever it is, I've yet to find the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin about the one, met someone recently. Someone whom I didnt expect to see again. The 1st time I saw her was way back in 2004. I remember I was lookin for Jeans in Giordano Jurong point. I kinda notice this salesgirl. Sweet smile, cute face. But unfortunately she didnt serve me. Or I could have gotten her number then. I thought well maybe she's just another pretty face. But somehow rather while walkin out of the store, I heard a sweet voice "Thank you for shopping, please come again". I turned around the there she was standing there puttin on the sweetest smile, a smile that could melt even the hardest heart. Well ok maybe i was exagerrating a bit there but seriously i was dumbfounded then. All I could do was smile and walk away. But i know my mind was saying of course, I'll be back. The next day I purposely walk pass the shop while on the way home from school. Unfortunately she wasnt there. THe same goes for the next few days. It was only later I found out that she's not workin there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass and I kinda forgot about the incident. Then in 2005 I was at BBDC having my driving lesson. While on the way back home, I notice someone familiar walkin infront of me and also she went up the same bus as I did. Surprise2 it was the Giordano girl. Again the urge to ask for her phone number was back but the sight of her sitting with another guy(Probably her boyfriend) deter me. Again I miss out in gettin to know her, twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more recently, in 2006. It was after TKD training, I drove the guys down to Hazwani in clementi for dinner. Guess what who would be sitting next to our table. Ms Giordano girl again and this time she's with a friend of mine. So yeah acknowledge my friend and smile at her, she smiled back that sweet smile she did way back in 2004. It was then that I realised this is the 3rd time I bump into her. But being the shy me I didnt pluck up enough courage to ask her right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went home logged into friendster and looked for her profile thru my friend's list of friends. Found her and told her everything from 2004. At last after 2 years, 3 incidents of bumping into each other, I finally got her number. &lt;br /&gt;Quite a story huh. Yeah I can quite dramatic at times. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think thats enough crapping for today. to all those who kept bugging me to update I hope this will keep you content. Till my next update..........tml? 1 mth? or 3 mths? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-114466075314419549?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114466075314419549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/114466075314419549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/04/updating-happy-now.html' title='Updating. Happy now?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113820128620162701</id><published>2006-01-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:43:55.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's gonna go wrong coz I'm feeling way too damn good</title><content type='html'>Hey been feeling rather happy for the past few weeks. First up was my birthday then the Spinnovex, which my project manage to clinch the gold award and also for passing my TKD grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spinnovex event went smoothly. My presented my project to everybody, anybody interested. Was actually quite nervous about the marking criterias. They actually sent 2 professors from the US and China respectively to come access our projects. But thank god the presentation went smoothly and the judges were pretty impress by my project. Initially my project was suppose to be place in the small tent together with all the other robotics projects but due to some last minute changes my project together with a few others were shifted to the front of the big tent. So basically our groups(my project together with some other shifted projects) became the welcoming party for any guests. No doubt though it was strategically place because the guest-of-honours and VIPs were pretty much impress by Tony Hawk(skateboard project), Speedboat(my project) and company(Voice control and GUI). 4 days went by. By then we were all bored out of our wits and pretty damn tired of Tony, boat and gang. THe closing ceremony video was superb with the inclusion of some pretty hilarious clips by Din. The icing on the cake for the day was Tony, Boat and Gang actually won the Gold award for the Electrical Electronic Engineering department. All our hard work has actually paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the results for the Black belt grading. Yes I pass and so did the other 4 who went with me Hairoul, Edmund, Rena and Qiao Zhen. So SPTKDC now has 3 more sirs and 2 more ma'ams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with every high there must be a low. For every good there is bad and every heaven there is hell. I guess u get my idea. Well with all these highs in life, I'm patiently waiting for those lows to come charging around the corner. Looks like I don't have to wait long. As they always say "Curiousity kills a cat" and thats what actually happen to me. Being so nosey and busybody happen to read up about certain things which I couldn't really digest. I clearly remember saying that I have to let her go. BUt I dunno why I still couldn't do it. I say that I did but in actually fact Im still craving for her deep inside. Tried to forget about her by trying to get close to an old aquintance but it seems I blew my chance and was too late. She already found her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the whole world's laughing at me now. When I though that that was the only low point another hit me. Prior to me passing my grading its obvious that I have to get a black belt gee. Normally getting my parents to sponser the gee wouldnt be a problem but with the finacial difficulties we are facing now, I guess it would have to wait. BUt the surprising thing is how they still could afford to buy me those expensive birthday presents. I feel kinda guilty asking for another $110 for the gee after they spent over $200 on my presents. Damn If only money grow on trees. Life would have been way way easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the feeling that your bestfriend could really be the one for you. Now I know why most bestfriends end up being couples. Mainly because you spent so much time with them, your problems you share with them and also both of you know each others weaknesses and yet your willing to accept them. I heard that part of being in love is to being able to accept your partners flaws. So yeah I'm kinda getting slowly attach to someone. But the problem is. There's always a problem, If there are none then I wouldnt be writing it here, haiz. Anyway I dunno how this particular someone feels about me. The friendship is there no doubt. BUt everytime I tried to tell or show my feelings, something or someone will intervene. I'm afraid that If i tell her my feelings then this ackward feeling will suddenly developed between us and the beautiful friendship we share will be broken. I'm always down on luck when it concern matters of the heart. Either I'm too slow to approach her, She rejects me, I'm afraid to spoilt the friendship or etc. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it. Maybe I should be like those old army/police sign on's who have no time for relationships and blissfully married to their careers. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the title tells you, Something's gonna go wrong coz I'm feeling way too damn good. So after I get thru these low points hopefully some other high points will come running and save me. SO yeah gotta run. Parents yelling at me to bring out the trash. "YES IM COMING!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113820128620162701?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113820128620162701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113820128620162701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/01/somethings-gonna-go-wrong-coz-im.html' title='Something&apos;s gonna go wrong coz I&apos;m feeling way too damn good'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113708176789611304</id><published>2006-01-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:02:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 good old years</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/27/2587214/22194737659137l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday presents this year:&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman Mugs - From Syarah&lt;br /&gt;Adidas Black Tee and Adidas Handphone pouch - From Syazana and Meera&lt;br /&gt;Adidas Blue sweater - From Mum&lt;br /&gt;Timbuk2 messenger bag - From Dad&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mum, Dad and My lovely sisters luv them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah its finally here the big TWO-ZERO. 20 good old years have pass. Have finally surpass the teenager phase. Taking my first few steps into Adulthood. Looking back 20 years. Finally realise how much I've grown and learn. From learning how to walk to getting my driver's license. All these achievements and drawbacks, I owe it all to family and friends. I guess they are the most important thing that happen in my life and I hope they continue to be there for me and vice versa. To be frank I don't really feel 20. Haha still feel like a 2 year old in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With age comes responsibility. I hope I've been a good role model towards my sisters these 20 years. Will be ending my Poly education soon. So my next responsibility is to try to get into a University. National Service is just around the corner. Finally not to mention that I've not been a very good muslim the last 20 years. I have to start praying regularly now. Missed too many prayer times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the Spinnovex week. Just got news that my project got highlighted. Another sweet birthday present. Also waiting for 1 more present from The Singapore Taekwondo Federation. But that will come on the 21st of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year due the family decided to celebrate both Meera(24 Jan) and My birthday together. So the birthday dinner that we have annually will be postponed to next week. I wonder where my parents have in mind to bring us this year. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another year, another year older. Very happy with the presents. Although I didnt get most of the things I ask for. NO car so sad. haha. It doesnt really matter. Will save money then to get those myself. Or wait till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a big thank you to all who send me birthday wishes. I'm really touched that you remembered my birthday(Or you didnt?) Anyways THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to go. bye all and Happy birthday to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113708176789611304?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113708176789611304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113708176789611304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-good-old-years.html' title='20 good old years'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113665120725023206</id><published>2006-01-07T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:26:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading</title><content type='html'>Hey just came back from My Taekwondo grading today. It was damn scary man. Well its not like I've never been to a TKD grading before but this is "THE" grading. The one that seperates the man from the boys in TKD. Yes you name it. The black belt grading. 5 of us from Singapore Poly came to try our best to earn that black belt. Edmund, Rena, Qiao Zhen, Hairoul and of coz me. Never been to a black belt grading before. Figured It would be like any normal colour belt grading but I was wrong. The atmosphere was much much more frightening. A single mistake is all it takes to blow your chances of earning that black belt. The criterias are much more strict. The grading was held at Toa Payoh sports hall. Where future black belts from all over Singapore come together to try their luck. Upon entering the hall, I felt like all eyes are on me. Accessing me from top to bottom. The night before had trouble sleeping. Woke up once at 3.45am and once at 4 plus. Had set the alarm to go off at 10am instead at 9.57am I was fully awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAck to the hall. Change to my gee and did a little warming up. A few minutes later we were called to assemble and were sort out according to alphabetical order by our names. I was lucky to be place in the same detail as Hairoul, My long time TKD buddy. Almost all of our gradings we were place together. It's funny how we always end up together. Grading, Sparring, anything. And the best think about having a buddy with you is that you can "act" or "wayang" a bit. We always synchonise our pattern and the best part comes during sparring. The way we spar, well lets just say we even make hollywood proud. Well thanks bro. If it weren't for you. I wouldn't make it this far in TKD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long wait was actually the worst. The antipation was killing both me and hairoul. But I guess its the same with the rest of the future black belts. My detail was detail 21. When it was my turn finally. Four of us went out and position ourselves in front of the 3 judges. The commander gave the command for us to start our pattern and both hairoul and me did it in unison. Panic a little at first but I thought about my parents im my head and calm down. Thats my secret, whenever I'm scared or panicking. I will think of my parents and I will finally calm down and have this drive to continue what I'm doing. The pattern when fine. Next was the sparring section. NOthing to comment except that my first sparring partner was a 5th Dan black belt. What luck. But luckily he pull back his kicks. 2nd sparring partner was of coz Hairoul and lastly was a small frame chinese guy. Felt a little guilty coz I kinda kick him in the face. But his ok with it. Apologise to him after the sparring session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we did ok. Well our supporters said we did ok. My instructor said we did ok. So thats why I say we did ok. Well lets just leave it till 21 January. The propose date for the results to be released. After the grading the guys went to Bishan to eat. Only ate a piece of chicken coz mum and dad apparently cooked crabs for dinner today. So im saving my stomach for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am just came back from grading, eaten and showered. Am feeling a little tired now so i guess I'll just sign off now. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Apologise for a pretty crappy and not so good english entry. Am listening/talking to my sister while typing this and I am feeling very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113665120725023206?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113665120725023206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113665120725023206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2006/01/grading.html' title='Grading'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113560065571648368</id><published>2005-12-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:15:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-in-1</title><content type='html'>24 December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve. Went to the Bird park with my family. Didnt know the place was undergoing some renovation. But what the heck. I'm a 5 year old stuck in a 19 year old body. Went ballistic. Drove my sisters up the wall and enjoyed myself tremendously. What made the whole trip much more interesting was the heavy rain. So there we were cold, wet and hungry. We haven't had anything to consume since morning. So yeah blame it on poor planning and me for waking up pretty late. Thought that we could grab lunch at the park itself but as I mention before the place was under upgrading. Walk around in the rain. Was stuck in the Birds of paradise enclosure. SO basically we spent about half an hour staring at the B.O.P. Before that we at the Lori enclosure. It's one of the new attractions there. A nine story enclosure where thousands of loris were able to roam freely and for 2 dollars we are able to feed the loris. Some sweet liquid in a small plastic container. So yeah feed the loris. So now I know how those statues feel like with the pigeons perching all over you and mind you I was bitten by one cheeky lori. But untheless they were cute and aggressive. Fighting with each other to get to the the container. Considering I didn't had any prior experience with birds I guess I handled myself pretty well except that I was consistently concern about being "marked" by any of the birds. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sakura for lunch/dinner. And boy were we hungry. Almost everyone had a 2nd round of rice. Here was what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;-Fried Baby squid&lt;br /&gt;-hotplate beancurd&lt;br /&gt;-Steamed seabass&lt;br /&gt;-prawn fritters&lt;br /&gt;-lemon chicken&lt;br /&gt;-vermicelli with crabmeat&lt;br /&gt;-baby kailan&lt;br /&gt;-seafood tom yum&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice. It must have been because we were famished and we licked each and every plate clean. hahaha. Walked around Ginza plaza for awhile then went to Jurong Point to search for school shoes for my sisters. World of sports having a 28% sale storewide and I was eyeing a blue adidas sweater. Front zipper plus the hood. So yeah my birthday's coming so If anybody's reading this *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day. Didnt go out today. watched the tellie the whole day. Was at home alone with my 2 sisters. Syarah followed mum and dad to some weddings.The Sisters cooked lunch. Had rice with cornbeef and fried chicken. Watched &lt;em&gt;Edward sicssorhand &lt;/em&gt;followed by &lt;em&gt;Cheaper by the dozen &lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;love actually&lt;/em&gt; and ended it with &lt;em&gt;Khabie kushi Khabie Gham&lt;/em&gt;. Mum, dad and Syarah came home in between love actually. Edward sicssorhand was ok a classic movie. Cheaper by the dozen was funny, a nice family movie. Love actually was surprisingly good. A recommended movie to all those who likes love movies. Khabie kushi khabie Gham is very nice. It actually made all of us (mum, dad, sisters and me) cry. A very touching movie. I'm starting to have a little more appreciation for hindi movies. Although its a rather long movie plus the irritating long dance and song numbers, It has good values and good morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day. Didnt go out today also. Dad cooked lunch. Been Hoon Hong Kong, his specialty. After lunch watched &lt;em&gt;Seoul Raiders&lt;/em&gt; then went down to wash the car. Well part of being able to use the car I must be able to clean and maintain the car. Meera and Syarah helped a little. Wash the exterior and polished the interior. After washing took a step back and admire the car's new shine. Feeling satisfied and a little tired. Went back home and here I am updating my blog. Next week is my MST week. Mid semester exam week. Haven't hit the books yet. Will do tonight or tomorrow. Procastinating taking place here. After the MST and the icing of the cake, 7 January is my black belt grading. Hopefully I'll be prepared and able to go through with ease. Am feeling rather nervous after hearing stories from the black belts about the the testers being super fierce and the strict criterias to pass. Oh please god you helped me pass my driving test so now here I am begging and praying to you again to help me once again for my grading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the cherry on top of the icing is the week after the MST. It's my birthday. Dunno what I'm gonna get but here are my birthday wishes. Hopefully some good samaritan out there with deep pockets might make my wishes come true.(hahaha fat hope):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A car of my own. Preferbly A Toyota Vios, Honda civic, Mitsubishi lancer or Subaru Impreza WRX. But smaller cars will do like the Honda Jazz and Honda Fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oakley shades. Razor wire pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Sony Ericsson W800i walkman phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A new Creative MP3 player (Chameleon preferbly 512MB and above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A new computer for my room or a Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sony PSP or the Gameboy Advance SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xbox games (Ninja Gaiden Black, Fifa 06, Prince of persia: The 2 thrones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A sling bag e.g. Crumpler blue colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The blue, front zipper with hood Adidas sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adidas HSD 801 Vintage Watch (White colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To get into a local or overseas university if the former didnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For her to finally forgive me and be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finally for my aunt, uncle and cousins to come back to Singapore permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah if you can make my wishes come true go ahead. If you can't well its the thought that counts right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm signing off now. HAve a nice day and good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113560065571648368?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113560065571648368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113560065571648368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-in-1.html' title='3-in-1'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113518245203068773</id><published>2005-12-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:27:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my goal by shayne Ward</title><content type='html'>Shayne Ward - Thats My Goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where I've come from,&lt;br /&gt;You know my story,&lt;br /&gt;You know why Im standing here, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont go, dont be in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;Im here to make it clear, make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know ive acted foolish, but I promise you, no more.&lt;br /&gt;Ive finally found that something, worth reaching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry, I'm not here to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready, that I've finally thought it through.&lt;br /&gt;Im not here to let your love go, Im not giving up oh no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul. Thats my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont go, you know that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant breath without you, live without you, be without you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I no ive acted foolish but I promise you no more, no moore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry, I'm not here to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready, that I've finally thought it through.&lt;br /&gt;Im not here to let your love go, Im not giving up oh no&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul. Thats my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wont stop believing that we will be leaving together.&lt;br /&gt;So when I say I love u I mean it for ever and ever, ever and ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry, I'm not here to say I'm sorry, I'm not here to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready, that I've finally thought it through.&lt;br /&gt;Im not here to let your love go , Im not giving up oh nooo&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm here to win your heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;Thats my goal ! .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113518245203068773?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113518245203068773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113518245203068773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-my-goal-by-shayne-ward.html' title='That&apos;s my goal by shayne Ward'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113423477380185979</id><published>2005-12-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:12:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you prefer?</title><content type='html'>Hi guys Im bored got nothin to do. Actually I got nothing to blog also. No idea what to type here. But I kinda wonder can you guys do a little survey for me? Okay, I'll right down a description of a few girls out there and see who appeals to you the most and would pick as a bf or gf. As for the girls don't worry I'll right down a description of a few guys also. Type your results in my tag-board maybe after a few days or maybe 1 weeks I'll tabulate the results and post it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Guys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: &lt;br /&gt;Normal friends. She knows you have a crush on her once.Rich daddy's girl. Killer body and looks. Can be a bitch at times.If you pick her be ready to be the envy of most guys out there but be careful she might flirt around too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: &lt;br /&gt;New friend. YOu fell in love with her instantly. Had a short fling but didnt work out. Smart, Average looking, simple girl. Can be very sarcastic at times.&lt;br /&gt;If you pick her, you will have a bright and easy future. The only problem &lt;br /&gt;is try not to get into a fight with her you will end up losing all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3: &lt;br /&gt;Old friends so you know each other quite a bit. But lost contact for 4 years but met each other again so now keeping a steady friendship recently you kinda develop some feelings for her and kinda told her about it so she knows. Killer looks but not hottest body around and no she's not fat. Rather insecure needs a little self confidence boosting once in awhile. If you pick her well you can't keep cats as pets(she's cat-throsphobic hehe)and Guarenteed 100% long relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 4: &lt;br /&gt;Cute and pretty face. but vertically challendge(haha) ok lah maybe a little on the short side. You met her thru a friend. In fact she's you bestfriend's bestfriend(haha). Had a short fling for awhile but didnt work out. tough girl also. Had lost contact with her quite a few times but each time you guys will somehow find each other again. Fate maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 5:&lt;br /&gt;Young and carefree. Mix race(Chinese + malay). You just met her online. Just had a bad breakup. But she still misses her old stead. You act as her confidate. Somehow in between the lines you develop feelings for her, She doesn't know. Should you tell me? If you choose her then it means you'll tell her...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for the girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1:&lt;br /&gt;Athlete. Soccer player. Good looking. But dropped out of school. Known him for a long time. So how? want a hunk but not very educated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2:&lt;br /&gt;Not the best looking guy in the world. Average built but not a flat tummy. Smart. You and him are bestfriends. He kinda has feelings for you for a long time but didnt tell you about it. So would you date your bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 3:&lt;br /&gt;Not the best looking guy in the world. Average built but not a flat tummy. Smart. Simple average guy. Typical next door kind of guy. But will do anything for you. Always lends you a helping hand or a listening ear. However he will kinda rush into things and will kinda expect much from you if you decided to go out with him. If you choose him expect full 100% devotion from him but he expects the same from you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 4:&lt;br /&gt;Almost the same as guy 3. In fact guy 3 and guy 4 are bestfriends haha. But guy 4 is much better looking. and doesn't really expect much from you except as long you're faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 5:&lt;br /&gt;You and him are steadys for more than 10 years but its not a steady relationship. A lot of break and patch up situation in between. He flirts alot with other girls. At times he is like the most perfect guy you're ever met but at time can be the most ruthless guy you ever met. Parents know about him but can't do anything because you love him too much. But you start thinkin about your future. Its now or never will you stay with him or will you move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe some of the description may sound familiar to some of you out there. If somehow you feelin like Im talking about you and you don't like it then im sorry lah you feelin that way. Its my blog and I write wat I want. So sue me. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah I hope I can collect enough answers to give a proper result table. haiz kinda tired now wanna go sleep. ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113423477380185979?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113423477380185979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113423477380185979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-do-you-prefer.html' title='How do you prefer?'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113389278678021646</id><published>2005-12-07T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:13:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling by N'sync</title><content type='html'>Artist: N Sync &lt;br /&gt;Album: Celebrity &lt;br /&gt;Title: Falling &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But girl it seems&lt;br /&gt;You've touched my life&lt;br /&gt;You're in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself&lt;br /&gt;When we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something strange has come over me&lt;br /&gt;A raging wind across my seas&lt;br /&gt;And girl you know that your eyes are to blame&lt;br /&gt;And what am i supposed to do (supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;If i can't get over you (get over you)&lt;br /&gt;And come to find that you don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Girl i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And i pray you're falling too&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the moment&lt;br /&gt;I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;When i laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my step&lt;br /&gt;I lose my ground&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;When you're around&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;For my life&lt;br /&gt;To keep from drowning&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl what have you done to me&lt;br /&gt;To make me fall so desperately&lt;br /&gt;To think that i don't even know your name, no no&lt;br /&gt;And how am i supposed to live (supposed to live)&lt;br /&gt;If i can't get over this (get over this)&lt;br /&gt;And you decide that you don't feel the same, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Girl i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And i pray you're falling too&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling - will you stay or will you go&lt;br /&gt;Heaven - heaven knows what my future holds&lt;br /&gt;Questions - questions linger on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Daybreak - from daybreak to dark of night&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling - i don't know what's come over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that i'm falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Girl i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And i pray you're falling too,yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling (girl i'm falling)&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the moment&lt;br /&gt;I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113389278678021646?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113389278678021646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113389278678021646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/12/falling-by-nsync.html' title='Falling by N&apos;sync'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113371865835817153</id><published>2005-12-05T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:51:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal ho naa ho</title><content type='html'>Just watched "&lt;em&gt;Kal ho naa ho&lt;/em&gt;"(tomorrow may never come) just now. Even though I have the VCD never had the time to watch it. Dunno why tonight was an exception. My sisters apparently kept saying "Sit lah abang watch it. Its nice". One thing I dont really like watching hindi movies is the lengthy songs plus dances. Also some movies I cant help but shed a few tears. Its not like I wanna act macho or what. Hey I do cry sometimes. There's nothing wrong with crying. It shows that you're human and you have sympathy/emphathy. Feelings you know. Ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yeah I kinda sat down and watch. Partly because I like Preity Zinta and also since my sisters ask me to watch it. Which I did not regret. Its a damn good movie. I think this might just become my 2nd fav hindi movie. First being "&lt;em&gt;mohabbattein&lt;/em&gt;". Shed a few tears in between the movie. Crack a few jokes in between to kinda lighten the mood when it gets too sad. Dont wanna end up with a bunch of tissues in my hands and nose sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spur of the moment sent a few gd nite messages to a few friends out there. Then had a short conversation with a close friend about the movie. Kinda told her that I still had feelings for a certain someone but couldn't have the heart to tell her. My friend told me, she kinda used reverse psychology on me. I dunno if she realise it or not. But I finally realise something. What if tomorrow really never comes and if it does will I regret my decision today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if you are reading this or not but hey I gotta say it. I still love you very very much. So much so that I dream about you very night. There isnt a night where I go to sleep without having a single thought about you. I will love you till my dying breath and beyond that. I dont care what others say or think. You only matter to me. I've tried erasing you from my life but everytime I see you again I fall in love all over again. I can't help it. Every day I pray that one day you'll be mine again. It may seem like rubbish here. Typing it all down. It may not hav any meaning to you but it does to me.&lt;br /&gt; He may have you this lifetime but every lifetime, every birth after this you will be mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say except I really do love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113371865835817153?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113371865835817153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113371865835817153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/12/kal-ho-naa-ho.html' title='Kal ho naa ho'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113275514942971848</id><published>2005-11-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:12:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The next Singapore Idol</title><content type='html'>Haha You Go Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUG5TwsxdeI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113275514942971848?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113275514942971848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113275514942971848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/11/next-singapore-idol.html' title='The next Singapore Idol'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113190039216166546</id><published>2005-11-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:46:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurongville Alumni Raya Outing</title><content type='html'>Hiya just got back from a tiring raya outing with my secondary school friends from Jurongville. Initially I was told about 30 gonna turn up. But only 19 did. Somehow down the line some communication breakdown I guess. So those who turn up are. Zulhakim and Wani, Zulhairey and Zul's sister, Haafizz and Najibah, Fidi and his GF, Farihin and Nadiah, Shazwani and her BF, Rudy and his GF, Rosne, Nurjiah, Hisham, Azrul and Alif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Farihin had charted a bus for us. First house was my house and last was Zulhakim's. It was fun and I had almost forgot how much fun I had spending time with them. Kinda miss them a lot. To see a whole lot of them At once. Brings back old memories while in secondary schools. Zul and his jokes, Rudy for his wittiness, fizz for mr cool. Fidi the so called "Mat" of the group but in actually fact he's not, Farihin Mr bollywood, Azrul "Chong" and so on and so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It may be a tiring night but its worth it all. Pretty tired so I guess this will be a rather short entry. Gd nite tml class starts at 10am hopefully i can wake up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113190039216166546?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113190039216166546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113190039216166546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/11/jurongville-alumni-raya-outing.html' title='Jurongville Alumni Raya Outing'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113057266770606592</id><published>2005-10-29T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:21:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thur, Fri, Sat</title><content type='html'>27 October 2005 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up would like to wish a friend of mine, Mindy a happy birthday. With that done to the main events of the day. Dad took leave from today, tomorrow and the whole of next week. So went shopping for baju raya. This year told mum that I would rather play it simple. Jeans and polo T would be enough for me. Wouldn't want to spent loads of cash on nice looking shirts which I would only wear once or twice a year. At least with polo Ts I could use them to go to school. Didnt go far today just Jurong point. Bought a pair cargo pants and white polo T at Bossini and a pair of jeans at Giordano. Broke my fast at Banquet. Then shop a little while more then head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 October 2005 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, showered then drove dad and me to Assyakirin Mosque for Friday prayers. Getting used to the car already. One bad thing about this Mazda Premacy is that its bigger than the average car so It takes awhile for me to get use to the big dimensions. Its much harder to park and drive due to its length and weight. Luckily for me its automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After friday prayers, drove down to Geylang with the family. Looked for my sisters' baju kurungs. Although its a Friday its still damn packed. Saw a lot of Mats and Minahs, tsk Such a waste. Anyway I tought I saw familiar face among the crowds today. Met her on the net, in hi5 to be exact. But we hardly talked/chat nowadays ah. She looks much prettier in person I might add. Didn't approached her. Was kinda shy plus my parents and her parents are around. So yeah admired her from afar. Wanted to break fast at Arnold's but again its crowded. Bought some food stuffs from the bazaar and broke our fast in the car. Then we head down to the old Rex theater for Hainanese Chicken rice at Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to My uncle's place to picked up Nenek. She would be celebrating hari raya this year over at my place. So this year Its the first time we will be playing host. In fact both my grandmothers will be here this Hari raya. I hope my house can stand the load. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the fasting month felt shorter than usual. 3 weeks pass by like nobody's business. Before I knew it Hari raya is next week. Had not really prepared for Hari raya. More like I've not yet gotten into the raya mood yet. I think this year hari raya will pass by as fast as the fasting month. Haiz another raya alone I guess. Haha. It's ok. There's still next year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 October 2005 (Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke me up today, asked me to bring down the curtains and to change the cushion covers. Took a rather long shower. Little did I know a surprise is waiting for me on my bed. Wasn't wearin my glasses but I spotted the letter on the bed as soon I entered my room. Close and locked the door, draw the curtains close and still wrapped in my towel I ripped open the letter. And this was in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img scr="http://www.geocities.com/clt_silverfox/my_pride_and_joy.jpg" alt="My Pride and Joy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride and joy for this month. My driver's license and Mum handed over the extra keys to the car. So I guess officially the car is half mine now. Did my chores. and now here I am updating my blog. So I guess my morning started out great. I hope it last till the evening. I guess I'll blog later. Right now I gonna go admire my Driving license hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113057266770606592?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113057266770606592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113057266770606592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/thur-fri-sat.html' title='Thur, Fri, Sat'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-113024685556388743</id><published>2005-10-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:27:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>Halu sorry for the 3 days absence. Hadn't got the time to blog. Anyway lets start off with last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 October 2005 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the old crew. The usual bunch from Jurongville Secondary Zul, Fizz, Rudy, Rey, Fidi, Azrul and Sham. It's not the full group though. Farihin and Farhan couldn't make it I think. Fizz, Rudy and Fidi brought along their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up at Jurong East Entertainment outside McDonalds. Usually we would all go out by takin the trains and buses, but this year, Most of us have our license already. Sham drove while Zul, Fidi, Fizz and Rudy brought their bikes. As for me? well dad is using the car plus Its only been 2 days since I pass. Still don't have the confidence to drive alone yet. But hopefully come hari raya I would be able to drive alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everyone had arrived we head down to Geylang. The place was fully packed man. There was hardly any room to move. One of the reasons why I don't really like going down to Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;Initially had wanted to break our fast at Arnold's but the que was too damn long. In the end we ate at Estella. Rudy wasn't feeling weel so he went home early. After dinner we sat for awhile, talked about old times and update each other about each other's lives. Then walked around geylang for awhile enjoying the sights and sounds. Soon it was time for us to bid our farewell. Sham sent me home. Thanks man. Anyway enjoyed myself and can't wait to meet up with them again this Hari raya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 October 2005 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Drove down to My uncle's place to picked up the porridges. Then help dad distribute the porridges near my flat area. The response isn't that good. So I guess next year the Jawatankuasa won't be distributing porridges anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night broke my fast at Grandma's house and yes I drove the car. haha. Feels weird to see dad relaxing at the passenger seat and me in the driver's seat. haha. Anyway. Grandma cooked curry crabs. yum yum. Ape lagi aku lantak lah habis-habisan. haha sorry can't help it but Can't find the right expression in english. My england not that powderful you know. haha. only B3. Anyway its been awhile since I had crabs ah. So I dig in like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 October 2005 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Went to school for FYP then go home break fast then sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 October 2005 (Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much also. Went to school for FYP then go home. Had rice with Ayam masak lemak chili padi(Chicken cooked with chili padi gravy) Is that the correct translation? haha. nvm. After prayers help myself to a few of the kueh raya mom had finish baking. Im sorta her unofficial tester. Haha. So far she had made Suji and some kind of cheese cookie. Kueh Tart she said she will make last because if she make it early by the time hari raya comes it will be all gone. hehe guess who is the culprit *hint hint*, *hint hint*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am updating my blog listening and downloading hari raya songs. Trying to get into the raya spirit. Only 8 more days left. haha anyway till next time ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-113024685556388743?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113024685556388743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/113024685556388743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112973374474589178</id><published>2005-10-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:55:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>007 Has a license to kill. S8602021A has finally got a license to Drive...</title><content type='html'>Yes people, you read it right. I've finally got my Driving license. 19 October 2005 at 10.15 am. That was my TP date. Lets start off with what happen in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept early the night before, so I was pretty much awake during sahur. Didnt plan to sleep after sahur. Took my time to shower. Left home at 8am. Reached BBDC around 8.30am. My warm up was scheduled at 9.15am, So I was pretty much very early. Slack around in the pretty much empty BBDC. Listen to my MP3 player till it was almost time for the warm-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty tense during the warm up. I even strike down 1 pole during parking. But I told myself to relax and drive like I always do. After the warm up It was time for the real deal. Was waiting outside the briefing room when I met my Cuz, Kak Wati. Apparently she's here for her Final theory. (This is her 3rd attempt i think, cant remember what she said). Told her Im here for my TP and she was overly excited haha. Promise her that I will message her once Im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before I knew it, It was time. Was called into the briefing room for the balloting of the tester and test route. My name was the first to be called out Haha and I got test route 6. Teck Whye area. The good thing about this test route is there is no U-turn. There was another malay kakak(sister) in the room and she also got route number 6. Talk to her for awhile. Found out that this is her 3 attempt. Told her 3rd times a charm and hopefully she could pass this time round. Bid each other good luck and we are on our way. Of all the luck in the world, It started to rain heavily. Looking on the bright side, There won't be any testing of the emergency brake. Read a fast prayer and off I start the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well this time except that the road was a little slippery so I kinda strike a kerb while trying to enter the S-course. Well 4 points already. Reassured myself and carried on driving. Manage to clear the circuit courses with ease. Next was the outside road. As mention above I was given Teck Whye area. Not much problem except that there was one time I gotten into the wrong lane. Almost missed the exit but manage to lane change in time, but 4 points added for lane changing abruptly. So far 8 points confirm. Was getting nervous. Calm myself down and told myself whatever happens, I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return back to BBDC and again was lead into the briefing room for the debrief and results. Apparently the tester hadnt mark my test paper yet. It was pretty much untouch. So he mark it right there and then. The 8 marks confirm was there plus a few other minor mistakes like wide turning and such. Making a total of 16 points. Not the best but who cares I pass!!!! Watched a little video on road safety then paid for my license and finally I've become a Qualified Driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends and family members sms and called to find out how I had fared. Told them the good news and soon the news spread like wild fire. More messages of congratuations came. Haha to all those who sent me those messages THANK YOU... So now I can finally join ranks with those drivers on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched out Singapore, A new driver has finally emerged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Jurong point. Had a mini celebration at Pizza hut. My family and me. Syarah was so exicted I dunno why. Like as if she was the one who got the license. haha. Am pretty full and content right now oh and not to mention extremely happy. Cant stop beaming since 10.15am this morning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats all for today. Thanks for reading. Dear readers and in case you're wondering. Yes I would gladly give you a ride If you ask me nicely. hehe. Gd nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112973374474589178?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112973374474589178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112973374474589178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/007-has-license-to-kill-s8602021a-has.html' title='007 Has a license to kill. S8602021A has finally got a license to Drive...'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112957389964887899</id><published>2005-10-18T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:31:39.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Halu its the starting of a new week and Im getting excited. Can't sleep at night. TP is getting nearer and also this Saturday going out with my secondary school friends. Its been awhile man. Hadn't really seen any oh them since god knows when. Only communicate thru MSN or smses. I wonder how they are doing. I guess I'll know this saturday. Most of them either riding or driving there I heard. Wah power. I guess I'll be the only one without a Car. haha nevermind I think by Hari Raya I would be driving already. Anyway thats my aim to get my license before Hari Raya. It's about time I take over the driving from my dad. Either that or I'm backup driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Mum pretty excited. Oh boy I guess its "Boy!!!! boleh drive Nyayi/Mama gi pasar" Haha. Then my sis, Syaz also. During buka today she told me her plan. That I would drive her to school. Then I will pick her up also. She even goes into detail like, She will stand at the main gate waiting. I will come zooming in. Come out and open her door for her. AS IF..... Haha my sis and her wild imaginations. About sending and fetching her home I've got nothing against it. But opening the door for her? Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do much today. Practically slept the whole day (lazy pig). Help mum buy some groceries. Then entertain Syarah for a while. She's kinda taking up Comedy nowadays. She would read my joke book and then she would try impress my family and me. Except that I've read that joke book like a million times. 90% of the time I could answer her and she would be so impress on how I know most of the answers. BUt the cute thing is she would try and try to find a joke which I would not know. Thus the 10%. Then she would be beaming to herself. Kinda like a self satisfaction that she finally beat me. Haha. But most of the time she would give up on the book and make up a joke of her own. Haha. Nonsensical ones complete with nonsensical answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids can be so innocent at times. After Buka, played Ninja Gaiden(complete it again) and Xmen legends(complete it again also). Getting bored with the games I have at home. Need new games except that I have no money now. Spent it all on my driving. Blame the TP test. So expensive. Plus later If I were to pass I still need to pay $50 for the Card. Everything also need to pay. Have expected that the card would be free. Kinda like a prize for passing the test. But no still need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day had a little joke with one of my old friends. Imagine drivers would pass out like soldiers. Top student becomes the Parade commander. All the cars form up in platoon level. Imagine National Day parade except instead od soldiers, Imagine cars. haha. Then the marching out or rather Driving out. Haha and the pandang ke kanan. Imagine the cars driving on the 2 right wheels with the 2 left wheels in the air. Haha nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah before I began any other Nonsensical comments. I better stop now. Till later Gd nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112957389964887899?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112957389964887899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112957389964887899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112931028958918400</id><published>2005-10-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:18:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical friday</title><content type='html'>Another typical Friday. Nothing interesting today. Woke up for sahur after Subuh went back to sleep. Went for friday prayers with dad. Oh yeah Dad's feeling much better today. Had nice time talking in the car. Then spent the whole day either glued to my xbox or the tellie. Break fast then blah blah blah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha pretty boring huh. Well maybe you guys might wanna check out this website. &lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com"&gt;www.stupidvideos.com&lt;/a&gt; Pretty hilarious. Stupid people doing stupid things. Confirm to tickle your funny bone. If not then sue me. ( Nah kidding. Seriously don't sue me ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Thats pretty much what happened today. Hopefully tomorrow proves to be more exciting. Or I'll probably rot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112931028958918400?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112931028958918400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112931028958918400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/typical-friday.html' title='A typical friday'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112922297594503053</id><published>2005-10-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:02:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 October 2005</title><content type='html'>First up I would like to wish my TKD brother Syahidin a happy 19th Brithday. Well bro Its the last of the teenage years. Enjoy while it last. Coz we only become teenagers once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost woke up late for his driving lesson. Fortunately the MRT and the bus seem to be travelling faster than they use to. Either that or time had suddenly slowed down. Today's driving performance was better than usual. Maybe because of this particular Instructor. The first time I met was was way back during my 2nd lesson. I was newbie, but he instructed me like as if I had been driving all my life. Ok maybe that was a little exaggerating. So driving back then was like every 10mins I would stall at least twice. After that lesson, I would always pray I wouldn't have to see him again. But unfortunately he was in fixed instructor group I was assigned to. So cannot escape. Met him a couple of lessons after that. But Everytime I'm with him I tend to perform badly. I dunno why. Maybe he's jinx or its my mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way today saw his name on my reporting slip and my heart when "OH NO" but I kept myself cool. Turn up the volume on my mp3 player and try to relax. Craig David's I don't love you no more was playing. Humm to the tune and I coax myself to perform today. Hey my TP just around the corner and I can't afford to blow this revision off. So yeah surprisingly I did perform today and the instructor was particularly nice also. Maybe he was happy to see me inprove. haha. He even ask me to sms him my TP results. I think underneath that fierce face he cares awwwww. haha enough about my driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Dad went for an operation today. Apparently, he hasn't been too well for the past few weeks. Found some stones in him kidney. Due to the waste materials in the urine not completely dissolving, so they crystalize. Depending on the size it can either pass out of the kidney or get lodged in the tude which carries the urine from the kidney to the bladder and cause severe pain in the lower back and radiates to the side or groin.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feel sorry for him, seeing him in this state. Couldn't sleep, sit or even stand properly. I wish I could do something what what can I do? At most I could do is pray. So yeah after my driving sms mum to ask about dad's op. It seems the op was successfull. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home to find him watching tv but still feeling a little pain from the op. Left him alone to rest. Syaz brought her friend home again. Its not like I mind though. Am used to it already. We treat her like another part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong point to buy food for buka coz mum lazy wanna cook. Bought chicken rice for the family while I and Meera had noodle. After dinner watch "A Goofy movie" with Syarah, then played X-men legends for a while and now here I am updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day gone, a brand new day begins. Till next time. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112922297594503053?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112922297594503053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112922297594503053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/13-october-2005.html' title='13 October 2005'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112910928586374268</id><published>2005-10-12T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:28:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hits and misses for the day</title><content type='html'>You know one good thing about this fasting month is that people don't get angry easily. I know because I choose not to blow my top today. They say that the fasting month is a holy month where satan and his minions get tied up and we humans are free of his evil whisperings. So you might guess since there are no devils there are no sins. Nope wrong. You forget that we are humans and humans are prone to error. Each and everyone of us have urges and needs. So even without the devil's help we can submit to our needs/urges/desires. So be mindful. I don't mean that you have to fully devote yourself to god or pray 24hrs a day or lock yourself in your room refuse to watch tv or even listen to the radio scared that they might corrupt your mind. All I'm saying is that be careful of what you do and say. Be yourself, be mindful and hopefully god is there watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of mumbo-jumbo. Here's what happen today. Woke up around 11 as usual. Rush down to school only to find out that there is No FYP today. Apparently yesterday my group mates have already sent the PCB board out for fabrication so It will propably take about 1 week to finish. At the mean time we are free. So I walk into the project room saw my TSO and ask eh where are my group mates? Surprise surprise they are at home and here I am in school AND NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL ME. Oh and you ask where I was yesterday? I was having my driving lessons at BBDC and I have inform them days ago, so they knew I was not coming.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;         So ok lets just say that my groupmates are I really on good terms right now. Basically Its my fault. Always turning up late for the project work. Saying I don't do my job leaving them to do all the work. Ok ok I admit I was in the wrong. But I did do my part. To tell you the truth, If It weren't for me the PCB wouldn't be ready for fabrication so soon. The way they were doing the work it would have taken ages. It might sound biase as this is my point of view but I feel like they lack, I dunno how to put it um hands-on-experience-work? They do thinks without really thinking. They don't dare to take risk and they are the kind who follow the book kind of person. Really-really follow the book I mean. To them there is only one way of doing things and that is to follow the book. They say its group work. So everyone has to contribute. I gave them suggestions on how to approach a certain task. But they say "No cannot" "Cannot do like that". I'm getting sick and tired of being left out and not taken seriously. All this while I've endured all their craps and insults. But I just kept quiet. I know that they are just joking around. But still ARGH I dunno how many times I have written it down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath Syafiq Breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok where was I. Oh yes. So you didnt inform me that there was no fyp today. Fine thats alright with me. I'll brush it aside. I assume you had forgotten. The other day you were saying that we had been friends for a long time and a little argument between friends is rather stupid and we should kiss and make up. Sure I will. I forgive you for this little joke of not informing me. I bet you are at home laughing you ass out when you found out I was in school. Ok sure fine. Do whatever you want. Make fun of me. I don't care. Im getting immune to your craps already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. So readers, everytime you read my blog you get to know a little more about me and whats happening in my life. Kinda pathetic isn't it. Well what to do. That's my life. You know now would be a good time to have a girlfriend. Someone whom I could talk to and share my pain. But I ain't that fortunate haha. So who do I talk to went Im alone. Well usually I'll just talk to myself. They are so many voices in my head that its getting pretty noisy up there. Maybe Im going insane. Nah wont happen. There I go talking crap again. better stop now or I'll start crapping up again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Help take me drunk, Im home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112910928586374268?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112910928586374268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112910928586374268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/hits-and-misses-for-day.html' title='The hits and misses for the day'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-112905001952952719</id><published>2005-10-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:00:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syafiq's Return</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Due to the overwhelming response, I've decided to start blogging again. A lot has happen during this long absence. The last I worte was about Operation: facelift, which has long been accomplished. It didn't really turn out as I had initially planned but It turn out better I might say. Currently there is no bed. So im basically sleeping on 2 mattresses. Which I don't really mind. Cleaned out my wadrobe and threw out 3 trash bags full of clothes. Well not exactly throw we sold them to the Karang Guni. So now my cupboard looks so empty. Which is good. It means I can buy new clothes. Been eyeing an Adidas t-shirt, an adidas sweater and adidas pants. Haha well you can say that I'm kinda Adidas oriented,  Can't get enough of those 3 stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my to do list is to update my Spiderman comic collection which I already have. Now waiting for the next issue to be pubished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is driving. Well almost done. Lets just say my TP is just around the corner. Nope I ain't gonna say when. Its gonna be a surprise. Will let you know the results when the time comes. At the mean time just check for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun? well yes and no. My friends and I have found a new hot spot. X-square near Plaza Singapura. Its like playing Lan games except with X-box. We mostly play Halo 2. Since Its one of the few games which offers system link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my exams a few weeks ago. Hopefully I can pass. Starting to have doubts whether I can go to university. It's so hard nowadays. At the rate I'm going I may have to rely on my cca points or become like those special cases. Well whatever it is, I pray I make it thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another problem. FYP. A bigger headache. Suppose to have my holidays now but instead the 3rd year students have to come back for Final Year Projects from 8 to 5. It sucks I know. But what can I do. Its part of the criteria to pass this module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fasting month is here again(Hurray) which means in a Months time Its Hari Raya again( Double Hurray). Haha it may seem childish but I can't wait for Hari raya. The food, meeting friends and relatives, not to mention the Green packets. Haha I'm getting old for green packets but seriously, If given I take am not holding back. There I go all money minded. Haiz I wish I were a few years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its almost 1am gotta go hit the sack. Need to wake up for sahur then later still need to go for FYP. Haiz life of a 19 year old, what can be more exciting? haha gotta run ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-112905001952952719?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112905001952952719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/112905001952952719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/10/syafiqs-return.html' title='Syafiq&apos;s Return'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-111376315017356643</id><published>2005-04-18T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:39:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: Facelift</title><content type='html'>Olrite, the hols are offically here and I have about 1 and a half months to enjoy. OK here are the things I wish to achieve or do during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean up plus give my room a facelift&lt;br /&gt;2) Continue my driving lessons&lt;br /&gt;3) Update my Ultimate Spiderman comic collection&lt;br /&gt;4) Have fun, fun, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today dad woke me up at about 11 plus. Which I kinda brush aside and went back to sleep, Only to be waken up again a few minutes later. Haha. Drag my lazy ass to the toilet, had breakfast then Seeing that I got nothing to do after that, I decided to start doing my holiday project 1 ( Operation: Facelift ). That is to revamp my room. To most people it may seem like a chore actually being my lazy self I kinda hate cleaning up my room. But the idea of redecorating my room without my parents interferring sounds rather intriguing. Basically I can throw and add anything I want to my liking and taste without my parents objecting. Well maybe mum has to approve a little. Damn she's always like that. Nvm. Dad in the other hand is giving his fullest support. He even gave a few suggestion on how to decorate. Except that I dont really like his ideas. Haha sorry dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Time to test my interrior decorating skills. I wonder if it will turn out nice. At the mean time I have to get rid of my bed and the computer table. Thinking of getting a sofa bed so I can have more space considering that my room is rather small. Plus I want to shift the x-box into my room. So if I friends were to come over they will hav space to sit around, with my bed turn into a sofa. As for my computer well I have an unused corner computer table courtesy of my aunt from her old house. I will use that. After clearing the room I have to mop the floor, clean the walls of cobwebs and not to mention the peeling off paints. That reminds me, gotta get dad to buy some paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of going down to Ikea and getting the "Ivar" set. So I can construct my tv area and some shelves. Gotta buy a mirror, more shelves and yes most importantly a new tv. Read in the newspaper somewhere they are willing to buy trade in old televisions for new ones. And the good thing is, the old tv doesnt have to be in working condition but must be free of dust. So yeah clean up the old dusty non-working television that is sitting rotting in my room. Time to get rid of ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was telling me the other day that he want to buy  an "Arowana" and place it in the outside tank. So that means the existing fishes outside hav to be transfered to my room. Not that im against it. But Its kinda "leceh" (troublesome) to transfer the fish and all. But well it the spirit of beautifying might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syarah helped a bit today in cleaning my room but she seems to be making more mess than cleaning haha. Then came the time I ask her to put the rubbish at the main door, but she never return. Went out to find her and there she was sitting comfortably on the sofa eating popcorn watching Spiderman. haha typical Syarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop for awhile for dinner. Went to Clementi ave 4 and had Chicken Cutlet. After which we went home and I continue to clean up the rest of my room. Had just stop. Mum asked me too as she's scared the neighbours will complain about the vacuuming. Just had a shower and now im sitting in front of the comp updating my blog at the same time chatting with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess thats all I have to say for now. Till next time cheerio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-syafiq out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-111376315017356643?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111376315017356643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111376315017356643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/04/operation-facelift.html' title='Operation: Facelift'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-111357764908790982</id><published>2005-04-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:07:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The exams are over and finally going into my 3rd year of poly life</title><content type='html'>Yahooooooo....... exams are officially over. Sorry about the very loooooong absence. Been busy studying (As if, hahaha). NO seriously I did study. Another factor for my long absence is well I found a new love. Yes I found a new love. Well she's perfect for me I tell you. She's always there for me whenever im down. Always cheer me up. She's lots of fun to be with. Few of my friends have met her and well they love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is my parents don't mind me spending lots of time with her. Well maybe there were some quarrels about my late nights with her. But my parents don't really mind. My sisters well they like her too. But I haven't been in contact with her for the past few days. Mainly because of the exams sorry hon. I'll make it up to you these hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess you readers are itching to find out who this mystery gal is right? haha wait till the end of this entry an I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last paper which was Logic design. The paper wasn't really that tough. But It wasn't really that easy. Calculated the marks and found out I might approximately get about 50 plus on the paper which is more than enough for me to pass the module. Well actually, I have already passed the module considering that I pass my MST (around 67%) and my class test and PBIL were high scoring. So im pretty confident with this module. Am hoping to get an A for this module but am not so sure now at most I might get a B. But who knows lets just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, went to play street soccer with Munir with his gang and Muhammad and his gang. So there was about 15 people playing. Played 4 aside then figure It wouldn't hurt to add 1 more player each. Which increases the pace of the game incrediblely. Not to mention the basketball court was rather small to house 10 players. So short passes was the key. The others found their place soon enough. I in the other hand handed touch a soccer ball since year 1. So Its been a year since I played soccer. I thought I was a sure gonner. Didnt even get to touch the ball in my first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second game was slightly better even got to try a shot at goal but the defender got to it. Now my 3rd game, finally I've found my pace. Manage to win balls, even got a goal. The winning goal in fact. Shot the ball in between the defender's legs (OLE!!!). My fourth and final game almost scored but was again denied by the defender. Nearly forgotten how great the feeling of playing soccer. After the game I kinda felt happy. Like as if all the weight on my shoulders had been lifted off by an unseen force. Exams over, had a great time playing street soccer plus I scored and had a satisfying dinner. What could I ask for more? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at our favorite haunt, clementi. I head home feeling very satisfied and full. Parents and sisters out having dinner. Mom lazy to cook today haha. So I was alone at home watching Smallville. I wonder by right, Clark should meet Lois when he works at the "daily planet" later when he's an adult. But in smallville, he met her now while still in high school. I wonder if any of you watching today's episode noticed the date written on Chloe's tombstone? It wrote 1987 - 2004. So that means Chloe is 17 years old and If Chloe is 17 that means Clark, Lana, Lois and Pete should be around the same age. Funny, but they dont age that age. They looked and act older. Maybe the producers should review the cast or the script to fit the their age. Not that its not good but maybe I will look more realistic. But Smallville fans wouldnt mind right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana's back from Paris and she looks as fabulous as ever if not better. Chloe's back too. Plus we have a new hottie in the house. Lois lane. In terms of looks, Lana still wins hands down. But Lois has a better figure than Lana I must say. Chloe? well sweet Chloe will always be um sweet. Well she has a nice smile lah. I'll give her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am nothing to do updating my blog and making my readers wait to find out who or what is my mystery love is? Well If you were patience enough to read my blog I thank you but If you just happen to scroll down here and skip reading about my day shame on you. Haha but who could blame you? You busy-body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my mystery love is.........drum roll please.....................................&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My x-box game console (hehehehehehehhehehe)&lt;br /&gt;My one and lovely x-box.&lt;br /&gt;I've waited 19 years to receive a game console.&lt;br /&gt;Been asking for a game console since god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've receive one, Im gonna love and care for it with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Until of course I finally found my one only true love. Hmm I really wonder when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olrite I hope you werent angry or surprise with my answer ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry IM feeling a little crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I love my x-box console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my blog and am signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syafiq out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-111357764908790982?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111357764908790982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111357764908790982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/04/exams-are-over-and-finally-going-into.html' title='The exams are over and finally going into my 3rd year of poly life'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-111192421223457002</id><published>2005-03-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:50:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good guy always losses in the end</title><content type='html'>Heh hello people. Sorry for the long absence. Getting lazy to update. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think of my heading? It the movies of coz the good guys always win in the end. But in real life that is not always the case. Well the thing is, this is how i feel right now. Being the good guy all and all. I help my friends, give them advices, In short I try to be good ah. But in the end I dont really feel happy. I dunno. Should I? Maybe I should. I mean I did help someone become happy. So I should be right? But why dont I get to feel the satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Its not the right time. Maybe God is collecting all good deeds and saving my rewards for a later time. Maybe God is trying to teach me patience. Maybe God..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno its all up to god to decide. I just hope that 1 day, I'll get my happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-111192421223457002?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111192421223457002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/111192421223457002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-guy-always-losses-in-end.html' title='The good guy always losses in the end'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110942786207986931</id><published>2005-02-26T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:24:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter Varsity Polytechnic games</title><content type='html'>Heya people, juz got back from NTU for the Taekwondo IVP &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;. Before I start I would like to thank all those who supported me. Exspecially My mom, dad and sisters you guys spur me on. To Sir Din thank you for coaching me and last but not least to the SPTKDC thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK to the more detailed part. I've got bad, good and fantastic news. The bad news first, I got disqualified in my 2nd match for kicking my opponent in the face. Well tough luck. Anyway I should have won that match. He kicked my face too but he got away with a minus half point( Kiong-Go). I in the other hand wasnt that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the good news is I got BRONZE. which is much better than leaving with nothing at all. If I hadnt been disqualified I might have gone on and win either Silver or Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the fantatic news. My 1st match I actually won with a superb score of 13-0 with the exception of having 3 kiong go. But still I actually TKO(tactical knock out) my opponent. My very first IVP sparring, my very first bout, my very first victory. What a way to bring up my confidence. Before my match I was literally shaking. My legs felt like jelly, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like jumping out of my mouth, my stomach was so full of butterflies that I couldnt eat my lunch. Which in the end I only ate 3/4 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next my injuries. Argh..... got a swollen right middle finger. Bruises on both my shins, right hand, both arms, both feet, aiyah in fact almost my whole body injured. Including my right eye where the guy kicked my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway no use whining now. Its too bad that I got disqualified. Next time maybe. But none the less happy that I get to bring home a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight my off to eat my burger. Ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110942786207986931?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110942786207986931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110942786207986931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/02/inter-varsity-polytechnic-games.html' title='Inter Varsity Polytechnic games'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110856181150017153</id><published>2005-02-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:50:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess the rumours were true....</title><content type='html'>Lets just say that I have a knack for putting 2 and 2 together. I'll solve it in the end, its only a matter of time. But this time I wasn't all out to solve it. I didnt even want to know the truth. In fact I tried not to think of it. I knew the answer way before it's only that I didnt want to believe in it. I prayed hoping that its wrong. I even gave myself a false answer. Yes I was in denial. I admit it. Even my best friend tried to tell me. I guess he said the answer without realising it. Sorry man for not believing in you. I knew deep inside you were right. I just cant accept the fact. Someone once told me the "truth hurts" yes it sure does. Even more than getting your butt kick in Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clues were everywhere. Its either I ignore them or I didnt know about it. This give/curse, has helped me alot. But however today, It serves a different purpose. Sometimes its best not to know the truth, Most of the time its the only solution. As the saying goes, "You can't hide the truth forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hectic week for me. A string of bad luck. Step on a piece of glass, got scolded on the phone by a friend's mother for something I have not done( ma'am its not my problem that your son mix with bad company. He's your responsibility. Vent your anger at someone else like YOURSELF for instance), Friends not trusting each other, Being ignored, teased, humiliated each and every day. I know that you did it for fun. But there's a limit to each and everyone. I have pride too you know. I have been nothing but a best friend to you. If it weren't for me, you would have been the only malay boy in class. I treated you as a brother and you toss me aside numerous times. I know that you are a straight A's student and im the borderline case. I ask for help but you seem reluctant to help. Instead you just threw my paper aside. Hey comeon man If i dont pull thru this year. You can find someone else to do your final project with man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I gave valentine's day a miss. Partly because I have no one to celebrate it with. Partly because I can't be bothered with buying presents and in the end you didnt get the girl. Partly because Im broke and partly because I was having a bad week. Plus V.day has lots of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it cant think of anything to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cant think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cant be bothered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanna watch TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloody tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fed up with myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The truth hurts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all of the above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-blog out-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110856181150017153?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110856181150017153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110856181150017153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-guess-rumours-were-true.html' title='I guess the rumours were true....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110796180837928876</id><published>2005-02-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:10:08.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn Agrh!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Firstly I would like to wish all my chinese friends a Happy Chinese New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai. Hong Bao Na lai.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to today's event. Went for a family picnic with my cousins and their families at East Coast. It was damn crowded. Tents were literally pitch up right next to each other. Couldnt find a suitable spot near carpark D1 where we usually go because the toilet was near. In the end we end up almost at the end of East Coast at Carpark G. We were lucky that the area wasn't that pack but the bad part was it was quite a distance to the toilet. But we can't have too much of a good thing right. Quickly pitch our tent and ate lunch. Was damn hungry. Then off to the sea with my sisters and cousin. Had a lot of fun. Its been awhile I went swimming. Had so much fun that I didnt even put on any sunblock and the price to pay, SUNBURN all over my face. Its aching alot now. Juz applied some face cream and the pain subside a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at East Coast till about 5 plus then head down to Changi Airport to juz walk around. My cousin, sisters and Me pretended to be passengers waiting for our flight. It was damn funny. Even my Mum and aunts can't resist in joining the fun. My dad and uncles juz relax one corner haha. After about 2 hours of touring the airport, we parted ways. My family and I headed to West Coast for dinner. Had beef horfun. Most of the stalls were close except for those man by the malays and indians. Not to mention the foodcourt was damn packed. So the stall vendors were rushing about. There we in such a hurry that the indian guy who serve us our noodles was trembling. I mean his hands were trembling when he handed our food. He even dropped the plate of green chilli my mother requested. After that small incident, before he could place our noodles on the table my dad and I reached out to grab the plate from his hands. Haha I guess my dad was thinking the exact same thing as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed back home. Took a cold shower and now here I am updating my blog. My face starting to hurt again. OUCH... Well looks like im not the only one, my sisters are also suffering the same fate as I am. Syarah looks so cute. She has very fair skin plus she's chubby add those red sunburn marks on her face and u get those rosy-rosy chubby cheeks which u can't resist to pinch. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all I have to say about today. Once again Happy Chinese New Year.... bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110796180837928876?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110796180837928876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110796180837928876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunburn-agrh.html' title='Sunburn Agrh!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110775872618482402</id><published>2005-02-07T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:45:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune, Fame. Mirror vain. Gone Insane, But THE MEMORY REMAINS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had quite a nice time. It was Normah's bdae. Hairul organize a surprise bdae party for her, kinda sweet of him, at East Coast. I was told to bring the the paper plates, cups and utensils. Plus I had to be there early to book a place. Initially I thought that I would be there alone like an idiot looking for a place. But somehow god must be smiling down at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairul wanted me to invite Liz to the party. To be honest I didn't think she would wanna go but since Normah's her niece, I juz ask her along. Haha to my surprise she agreed. Wanted to ask her if we could go together to the party but I held that thought. Maybe she might want to bring along her boyfriend. But to my surprise well she ask me to go with her to the party. Well I was filled with mix feelings. I do still harbour some feelings for her but she's taken so she's forbidden fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with her at City Hall and did a little scouting for Normah's present. I actually had wanted to go to parkway to look for the present since it was near to East Coast, but Since Im meeting her at City Hall might as well head down to City link mall. It was a good thing that we went to City Link mall or else we might bump into Hairul and Normah at Parkway then it would spoil all the fun. haha. So there we were two empty headed people without a single idea in the world what to buy for the birthday girl. Message Hairul for some help. He replied that Normah likes Chocs, Cat, Blue and anything cute. So where can we find a Cute blue cat that likes to eat chocolate??? hmm. Haha we were hopeless plus kinda broke. So we settled for a nice chocolate. Pathetic right. haha but at least we got the chocolate part. Then bought a nice blue paper bag. Note the blue. Pasted a cute card on the bag. Cute part check. But alas we couldn't find a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time, actually I had a good time looking for the presents. Im not sure about her. I hope she does. Hey I gotta enjoy it while it last, even if it was for a day. Im sorry but I gotta say this. Boy I really miss going out with that girl. She being her clumsy self. Banging her head on the table. Poor table. haha. Actually I knew it was gonna happen. But somehow rather I held the wrong part of her head. Spider sense working all right but judgment zero. haha. I felt uneasy the first few minutes being with her. Kept telling myself that she's taken and all. But after awhile, somehow the ice got broken and it felt like old times. Me teasing her non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached East coast on schedule. Around 5. Somehow rather, Adam was earlier. So told him to book a place. He got a place olrite. A place to eat in Mcdonalds. Haha. So me and liz went around scouting again for  a place. Found BBQ pit 21 empty use it as a temporary place. Was hoping for the indian family in the small hut next to the pit to go off. So we sat baking in the hot sun praying that they would move off. In the end they did. We moved in, claim the place was ours then went off to eat. Liza's been complaining she's hungry, not to mention I was too. Hadn't had breakfast of lunch. All I had was a few "Jemput-Jemput".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon every came set up the place and we wait for the love birds to arrive. We waited and waited and waited. Haha ok lah it wasn't that long. Hairul came with Normah blindfold. When the blindfold were opened, we sang her the birthday song. Boy was she surprise. She was speechless. All I heard was "uh", "ah" from her. Haha ok it sounds obsence. But not a word came out of her mouth. Haha it was pretty funny. The party went on and slowly one by one everyone went off. Zheng Kai with Cindy, Hairul with Normah, Norana with her friend, Vani unfortunately alone, Aizzad with Adam and Liz with me. Saw her off at city hall. Wanted to accompany her home but she refuse. But as a guy I feel that its not really nice to let a girl go home on her own at night. But she assured me that she'll give me a buzz when she reached home. I reached home first waited for her call no call. I called her and found out she's on her way home, walking. So ok. Safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really sleep I was hoping the day would go on. I didnt want the memory to end. Watched a little dvd. Then went off to bed. So I took advantage of the time I had. Enjoyed myself. Turned it into a memory and imprint it deep into me. As metallica would say it "THE MEMORY REMAINS..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao people......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110775872618482402?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110775872618482402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110775872618482402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/02/fortune-fame-mirror-vain-gone-insane.html' title='Fortune, Fame. Mirror vain. Gone Insane, But THE MEMORY REMAINS'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110701815509833324</id><published>2005-01-30T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:02:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olrite already Im updating. Sheesh......</title><content type='html'>Haha ignore the heading. Ok due to overwhelming response and numerous request, I will finally update my blog eventhough I've got nothing to write. I'll just write whatever comes to my mind, for the sake of my "fans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I didnt really think that anybody would ever read my blog. Use to make my blog so fancy so that whenever people come, they will be awe by it. Then to find out how many people would visit, I put up a counter. So far about 4 thousand people hav visit my blog. Minus a couple of hundred because It might hav been me visiting my own blog. I started blogging not long ago. Around year 1 I think. That would be in January 2004 I think. So it had been about a year of blogging. And a total of 4 thousand people had visit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets do a little mathematics. In a year there's 365 days. OK the last time I check the counter, It read 4440. Minus lets say about 440 times I enter my own blog. That leaves 4000. So to find the average number of people wisiting my blog each day, 4000 divide by 365 I would get, 10.96 people visiting my blog each day. Hmm 10 persons per day. not too bad ah. Considering there are still people willing to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK since i got nothing else to do. I try to attemp to guess who these 10 people are. ok here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of all I think it would be Syahidin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then of all people I dunno why But i think its Liza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then come my sister, Syazana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fourth would be Hafiz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;might be Mif&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;might be zulhakim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;might be Normah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;might be my uncle all the way from london&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other would have meant blog hoppers. So I dunno if my list is correct. If I happen to be correct leave a message behind in my tagging I would like to know thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm at first i didnt think anybody would read about my life besides those whom I am close with, who I would like to share my life with and people whom I trust. Didnt know my life it that "important" to them. Haha. well you can say that they care for me. hahaha. As if. Well i really appreciate it guys for coming and reading about my life and of coz leaving messages behind. It really brightens the day knowing someone cares to read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok before i start crapping again. I better stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Liza, Din and Normah. Dont say I never update ah. Because of u 3 I update. haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-blog out-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110701815509833324?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110701815509833324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110701815509833324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/olrite-already-im-updating-sheesh.html' title='Olrite already Im updating. Sheesh......'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110702095306560430</id><published>2005-01-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:49:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz for the fun of it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ten random things about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Im a boring person why because basically there's nothing interesting about me.&lt;br /&gt;09. Im a capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;08. Mamma's boy, Its true I cant live without my mom.&lt;br /&gt;07. Did I mention that Im lazy?&lt;br /&gt;06. I suck in the malay language eventhough its my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;05. I dream to make it big one day, who doesnt anyway.&lt;br /&gt;04. Im a meat lover, steak, lamb chop, chicken chop u name it, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;03. I rather stay home than go out, unless it gets really2 boring at home.&lt;br /&gt;02. I am a very private person.&lt;br /&gt;01. Oh ya Im also very shy, Im serious, put me with a girl and I go numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine ways to win my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;08. A sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;07. Treat me with respect.&lt;br /&gt;06. cook for me.&lt;br /&gt;05. care for me.&lt;br /&gt;04. Be a fren to me.&lt;br /&gt;03. able to tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;02. able to mingle with my family members.&lt;br /&gt;01. able to accept my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things I want to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Repent.&lt;br /&gt;07. Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;06. Bungee jump.&lt;br /&gt;05. Get married.&lt;br /&gt;04. Have children.&lt;br /&gt;03. Go for Haj.&lt;br /&gt;02. to master any martial art.&lt;br /&gt;01. enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven ways to annoy me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Be a bastard or a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;06. Not being serious when I am.&lt;br /&gt;05. Compare me with others.&lt;br /&gt;04. show off.&lt;br /&gt;03. trying to suck up to me/carry my balls (they ain't heavy by the way I'll manage).&lt;br /&gt;02. immitate me.&lt;br /&gt;01. merajuk(dunno the english term for it) easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six things I believe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. God&lt;br /&gt;05. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;04. My Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;03. With great power comes great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;02. Trust.&lt;br /&gt;01. There's someone out there meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I'm afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. God.&lt;br /&gt;04. Not finding the "one".&lt;br /&gt;03. Not able to live my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;02. Watchin the malay community fall.&lt;br /&gt;01. Not able to make my parent happy and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favourite items in my room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. My bed&lt;br /&gt;03. My Computer (but alas, its spoilt. Gotta get it fixed soon)&lt;br /&gt;02. My Spiderman comics&lt;br /&gt;01. My TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I do everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Sms, sms, sms&lt;br /&gt;02. Eat, Eat, Eat&lt;br /&gt;01. Sleep, sleep, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things I want to do right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Play my xbox&lt;br /&gt;01. Call someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One person I want to see right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Juz someone. &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/6646564-110702095306560430?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110702095306560430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110702095306560430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/juz-for-fun-of-it.html' title='Juz for the fun of it....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110554312730363126</id><published>2005-01-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:26:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 years and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/syaspider/dscf0158_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My presents this year"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An Adidas t-shirt from Syarah, my cute lil sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Levis cap from my cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30 pounds from my aunt and uncle in london &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adidas TKD shoes and Nokia 6230 from Mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FX creation wallet from Syaz and Meera me lovely sisters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G-shock watch from my dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey guys another year has passed and another year older. Hopefully this year would be a good year for me. OK first things first. I'm 19 years old now. 2 more years and I'm eligible to watch R21 shows ahahaha. Juz kidding. Almost coming to the end of my teenage years. Looking back at my yesteryears. All those fond memories. The process of growing up. Look through my photo albums. When I was a wee wee little baby boy (Kinda cute I must say), then my kindergarten days, The high flyer, always fighting for top 3 in class. Then came my primary school days. Honestly speaking my primary school days were my not say worst but my bad looking days. With those dorky glasses and "botak" head look. It was terrible i say oh and did I mention I was fat too. But at that time, I was still too young to worry about my looks anyway. Then in secondary school I started to make more attention to my appearence. Mainly for presentation and partly to attract the opposite &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt; (haha) and did I succeed? Well that's a different story. Then I graduated, now I'm in my polytechnic days. My oh my I did change a lot in terms of physically that is but deep down inside Im still the same shy little boy everyone knew and in terms of Mentally well lets say that was 1 of my major changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As they say the older you get the wiser you become and Its kinda true. Besides the knowledge part. I became more street smart, more understanding towards the world and people around me. Yesterday, had a conversation with my uncle whose all the way in london. Discuss about my life and he told me some secrets about his past. It seems we aren't that different afterall. Relate to him my current situation. He said something which actually gave me confidence. "It's their lost. Not yours(meaning me)" For all those relationships that I had lost, he made me realise that It wasn't my lost to lose the the girl but instead it was theirs for rejecting me. Not to say that Im boasting about myself( one of my new year resolutions this year is to remain humble) but lets face it. In our malay community there are not many guys with good qualities. What good qualities you may ask? well like, having very very close ties with their families, striving well in their studies, maintaining a good clean record, religous oriented and many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't see me smoke do you? A lot of my friends do but despite the constant peer pressure I still refrain myself from puffing away. Drugs? no way. Well maybe I was guilty of small stuffs like stealing, lying, scolding vulgarities but who doesnt? Everyone is bound to have lied once even saying the F word once in awhile. It's all part of growing up. This year my birthday wish is slightly different. No more have I concentrate only on myself but on the benefits of others. One of my wish was to see the the rise of the malay community. I hope in the future, I can see more malay holding high rankings in the army, air force, navy, police and everywhere. No more I wanna see malay kids, teenagers my age dropping out of school, committing undesirable acts and becoming the slums of the community. Aren't they ashame of themsleves? I dunno but I am ashame. Because it concerns me also. These kids i realise, aint stupid. They are actually quite smart but because of bad influnce and the lack of guidance from parents, they tend to flop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thankful for having such great parents. It was and is the best present any child could ever get and I thank god for it. So this year looks like Im celebrating "alone" again. Not alone as in no one to celebrate with but "alone" in the sense that not havin a significant other. Maybe not this year. There is still next year. So yeah another year older and I still feel the same. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nah im making a point to change to a much more better me. oh yeah and I more other thing. I guess my love for her is ending now on the 13th of January 2005. take note of "January" coz that the title of the song Im gonna sing on my birthday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Januari (GLEN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Berat bebanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meninggalkanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Separuh nafas jiwaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sirna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bukan salahmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apa dayaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mungkin benar cinta sejati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tak berpihak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pada kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kasihku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sampai disini kisah kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jangan tangisi keadaannya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bukan karena kita ber&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dengarkan lagu.....lagu ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melodi rintihan hati ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kisah kita berakhir di Januari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selamat tinggal kisah sejatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow....pergilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats all folks...... HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY SYAFIQ!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-blog out- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110554312730363126?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110554312730363126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110554312730363126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/19-years-and-counting.html' title='19 years and counting....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110552353151338111</id><published>2005-01-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:52:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you.....</title><content type='html'>Artist: Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Album: Broken Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;Title: Goodbye To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things i've believed in,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with,&lt;br /&gt;Tears form behind my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But i do not cry,&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searchin' deep down in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Words that i'm hearin' are starting to get old,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i'm starting all over again,&lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend,&lt;br /&gt;And i say-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goodbye to you,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything i thought i knew,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one i loved,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i tried to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that i can't live a day without you,&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes,And you chase my thoughts away,&lt;br /&gt;To a place where i am blinded by the light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goodbye to you,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything i thought i knew,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one i loved,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i tried to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to...&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and i want what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;I want you,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not giving in this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goodbye to you,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything i thought i knew,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one i loved,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i tried to hold on to-Goodbye to you,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything i thought i knew,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one i loved,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i tried to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh woah,&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall i will lie awake,&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&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/6646564-110552353151338111?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110552353151338111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110552353151338111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you.....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110493776845898543</id><published>2005-01-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:10:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>Oh man I feel so bad. Never had I imagine, I would fall for my bestfriend's girl. Well not exactly his girl. He likes her but she doesn't want a relationship. The thing is, I would never ever backstab a friend. It just so happen that I was left alone with her for 2-3hours and this happens!!!! Oh man. God help me. But I can't help it Im only human. It's just feelings right. Nothing more. But why am I feeling so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was given a simple task of accompanying a friend till she go off for work but It turn out more like babysitting her. Watchin her sleep... NO NO NO NO. Dont even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Stop it Syafiq.... It's not like you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please help.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110493776845898543?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110493776845898543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110493776845898543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110485020989353455</id><published>2005-01-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:50:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore 4-1 Myanmar</title><content type='html'>Hey people juz got back from the national stadium. Went to watch the 2nd leg of the tiger cup semi-finals  between Singapore and Myanmar. Set out early to meet up with Munir and friends to book a good seat. Was hoping for the weather to be dry but alas it rained the whole day. Was soaked to my bones. Upon reaching the stadium around 4 plus went to redeemed the free t-shirt (which was the same as the old t-shirt given during the Singapore Malaysia game) but i needed a change of clothing so die-die must redeem the t-shirt. Munir initially didnt wanna change but since the rest started to change including me, he too joined in. It was a good thing that we changed coz the moment we step in the stadium, some guy(propably the chairman of the Singapore die hard fanclub) Invited us to sit in the members area right next to the cheer leaders. haha. and next to the cheer leaders were the Myanmar fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ominous weather, even before the match started, I knew something bad is gonna happen. True enough. Myanmar and Singapore fans were verbally abusing each other, way before the match started. Even the presence of the police officers did not deter us. So in the pouring rain we sat while waiting for the match to begin. Soon my father joined me and my friends. The moment the match start, old memories start to flood my mind. Scenes of the old malaysia cup came floating by. My dad and I would be among the die hard fans cheering at the top of our lungs for the Singapore team. Today it was almost the same scence except that I've got friends to share the experience with. Its been awhile I've seen my father so excited. It was as if my dad were the same age as me. Cheering and jeering at the same time. The atmosphere was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st half didnt go too well as we went 2 goals down to Myanmar. The Myanmar fans were estatic and taunted us Singapore fans. We tried to calm ourselves down and prayed that the 2nd half would be better. True enough halfway thru the 2nd half, Noh Alam Shah scored and thus leveling us thru aggregate. Then things start to get ugly. Myanmar fans start to throw OUR LIONS T-SHIRT into the pitch. I dunno how they got them, maybe they redeem the t-shirts also. But yeah they started the throwing. Drinks started to fly, t-shirts, flags and anything that they could get their hands on. The police had a hard time calming them down. Some of them were arrested trying to pick a fight. Since we were sitting quite close, we get to see the scruffle 1st hand. But soon the matter dissolved and focus our concentration back towards the game. Then came the penalty kick. Again the Myanmar fans start throwin and jeering. Even the police weren't spared being thrown at. Saw 2 Myanmar fans jump into the pitch from the gallery, 1 drunk Myanmar fan tryin to cross over to our side and obviously tryin to pick a fight. We too weren't really innocent. We taunted them more. Daring them to come over and fight. Once again the police had to ease down the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2 Myanmar player were given the marching orders were cheered. Indra step up to take the penalty. We were getting ready to celebrate, arms placed over each other shoulders. All were silent waiting for the ball to enter the back of the net. Then Indra MISSED!!!! We were crestfallen. The Myanmar fans cheered and taunted us. But we were at an advantage 11 players vs their 8. We went into extra-time. The goal fest started. We were cheering non-stop. Myanmar fans start to leave the stadium. We were singing "Goodbye songs" at the same time taunting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bottle throwing incident happened. Even my dad was furious. Myanmar subsitute keeper Tun Tun Lin were given the marching orders. It was the 1st time in my life I've seen a player given the red card when he didnt even step into the pitch. The final whistle blew and we won 4 goals to 1. Thinking that everything was over, I was wrong. It was the beginning of a huge fight. Some idiotic "skinheads" started throwing things at the Myanmar fans. The Myanmar fans retaliate. Some fans from the opposite seats even came running towards our area. It was like watching an EPL or Italian serie A match. Where the fans turn rowdy. Umbrellas flew, rubbish bins threwn into the air and basically anything throwable were flung everywhere. Luckily we were spared. It was only between the Myanmar fans and the skinheads. We then heard a fight had started outside the east entrance so were decided to wait awhile before leaving. My father offered to give my friends a lift to the nearest MRT station. Once we were out and into the safety of my car. I drew a sign of relieve. It was pretty scary being in the middle of the action. Anything could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped my friends at Aljuneid MRT then my father and I head down to Adam road hawker centre bought some food and head home to catch the repeat telecast. As if we hadnt had enough. haha. Had a lot of fun. despite the hustle and bustle. SO yeah we are into the finals. So when Singapore plays either Mayalsia or Indonesia at the National stadium, I'll be there to cheer the lions on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110485020989353455?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110485020989353455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110485020989353455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/singapore-4-1-myanmar.html' title='Singapore 4-1 Myanmar'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110460261565679771</id><published>2005-01-02T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:06:51.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Bdae treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello ppl. What a treat I had today. People whom I do not expect to remember my bdae remembers and even organize a treat for me. Well not for me only, but for all our friends whom were born in January. Went to East Coast beach for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosne and Nadiah kinda organize the event. Initially I had tot it was a reunion for old friends(Thats what Rosne told me). But it turn out to be a bdae surprise. The January babys in ascending order of date Nuraini 3rd Jan, Zulhakim 9th Jan, Me(Syafiq) 13th Jan, Haafizz 14th Jan, Farhan 19th Jan and Kamal(Nuraini's BF) 21st or was it 24th Jan???&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had a good time despite the fact that it rained practically the whole day, were attacked by swarms of bees, eating wet caked and most backed out from the event. We make do with what we have. Played pool, played Dai dee and talked bout old &amp;amp; new times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left East coast ard 8-9 plus. While Zul and Fizz hav their bikes, Rosne's father picked her up, Farihin accompanied *ahem* and Nuraini went off wif her BF. I was left with Fidi and Rudy. Did a crazy thing. Took bus 30 from ECP all the way too Boon Lay. Reached home ard 2230hrs. Had a nice nap in the bus. Journey took more or less an hour. Parted ways with Fidi and Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am updating my blog. The ECP "bdae bash" pics hav already been put up. So juz click on the link and enjoy the pics. I guess thats about it for today ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110460261565679771?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110460261565679771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110460261565679771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2005/01/unexpected-bdae-treat.html' title='Unexpected Bdae treat'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110398428197292383</id><published>2004-12-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:18:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 December 2004</title><content type='html'>Firstly i would like to wish all, A merry christmas and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you all know that today is christmas day. Dont really celebrate the occasion but went out with my family to the zoo. Its been awhile since I've been there and the place really change a lot. Why the zoo? some of you may think. Well first things first. I love animals, in fact my whole family does and we got this unwritten rule that we must visit the zoo at least once a year. Plus we really need to bond as a family. Since during the weekdays everyone is busy except during dinner time which each and everyone of us made an effort to be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun but little did i know, half way thru suffered a major chest/stomach pain. I dunno where to describe it. Its somewhere near the part where ur ribs are joined, the part where u press while doing CPR. Doing really breath properly, need to take in deep breaths. Plus i couldn't stand or walk for long. Need to take breaks and sit. In the end I couldnt take it and went to the toilet to let whatever that is inside out. The funny thing is nothing came out. Instead starting to let out loud burps. Excuse me but I was in a lot of pain. Mom said it might hav been the excessive amount of amino acid in my body. Took panadol and soon the pain went away. Wow a miracle drug. haha. Soon I was back to my usual self. Felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a number of baby animals. The monkeys, goats, mices, naked mole rats and etc. Plus those babies that I saw during my previous visit were all grown up. Kinda nice to see them going up and doing so well. Manage to catch a few feeding shows. The crocs, the giant arapaima and others. Also we did get to see the Sea lion show but It was during tat time I was suffering from my sudden chest pains so I didnt really get to see most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at around 11am and we left at 6pm (closing time). Haha we sure spent a lot of time there. After that went to Casurina road for Prata at the famous prata shop. While walking towards the shop, A chinese lady tried to usher me into her shop in chinese. Politely decline and move off. My sisters whom dont believe that I looked chinese were kinda surprise, so now I guess they'll believe me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cheese, corn, chocolate, egg and plain prata. Tasted every single one and all tasted very good. In order of prefrence Cheese, egg, plain, choc and corn. Really enjoyed my dinner. haha. So now Im home with a very satisfied stomach, showered and very sleepy. So I guess I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time ciao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110398428197292383?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110398428197292383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110398428197292383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/12/25-december-2004.html' title='25 December 2004'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110295293449814365</id><published>2004-12-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:48:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D = Social anxiety disorder</title><content type='html'>Heya peeps. Been awhile since i've blog lets recap what i've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my attachment is finally over. Gonna miss working there. Although I did nothing but played with phones and surf the net, which by the way is my job. Yes I am paid to play with handphones and surf the net. What more can i ask for.  On my last day of my attachment, the company held a christmas lunch cum farewell dinner for me at Shangri la hotel. I was overwhelmed. The place was huge and beautiful. I mean what could you expect form a 5 star hotel. Had an all you can eat buffet and boy i ate till i really drop. Haha. Actually i dropped the ice cream container cover and it made a hell of a noise. At an instant all eyes were on me and my company went "Orh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My face went beetroot. After lunch we headed to Marina South for a game of bowling and pool. Played one of my best games. A personal best of 143. It aint much but still my personal best. Really gonna miss those guys. I overheard my supervisor talkin to my LO over the phone saying I might be sent back to the company to help sent up *mScope for the school website. Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly Taufik is the first SIngapore Idol. Yeah and to think that he came from Singapore poly. Congrats man. He's really a nice guy. Mommy's boy. My cousin met him over at the "IKHLAS" concert. My sis got his picture and autograph. I juz wish him happy birthday. Funny guy also. Gave advice to my sis to study hard. So yeah she practically melted like a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly Life so far have been funny for me. LIke a roller coster. More like an emotional roller coster. Family, friends, my social life and myself. The other day my parent were arguing in the living room about going to johor for a wedding and she was like telling him to look at the map and my dad was like saying the map was sufficent and what not. I was there in the living room watchin TV. Felt like screamming tellin them off it is juz a stupid map and why dont we go as a group with my other aunts who know the way. Friends well a lot of things to say ah. But i dont wanna say all. Im kinda losing some but at the same time gaining new friends. I guess you lose some and gain some along the way. AS for my social life. Haiz its a goner. She has someone, already. kinda stumble upon it. What to do. Life's like that. Then there's another 1. She too has 1 already and there's also a third and yup she too has 1 already. 1 of them knows my feeling towards her the other 2 dont. SO far I've been nice to them. I mean extra nice. Help them with their problems. Talk to them regularly. Well maybe its in my nature. Im juz too nice. Cant help being helpful and nice. But people doesnt seem to notice. They only come to me when they need help and when its ok, they forget about me. WTH. Haiz nvm. Im juz a tool anyway. Like those comfort toys where u only confine to when ur down and when to dont need it u juz chunk it to one side. Nobody notices you anyway. Same goes with my friends. Cant really talk without being made fun off. Its like every word i say is a joke. I dont mind being made fun of once in awhile but this is too much. ITs all the time and when I dont talk, i keep quiet, they say i merajuk lah and bunga lah and whats nots. HEY COME ON LAH!!! YOU MADE ME THIS WAY!!! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE!!! SO AS NOT BE HURT I'LL KEEP TO MYSELF THANK YOU VERY MUCH.... haiz  Can't help feeling that i might end up single. LIke some of my cousins. 30 plus, 40 plus still single. What to do, life's like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of school and the swine of a lecturer made full use of the 2 hours and teach without break. Walau comeon 1st lecture and without any books how do you expect us to concentrate. GRRRRRR........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS IT I'VE OFFICIALLY BLOWN MY TOP.... BUT i let it blow up internally. I dont show my anger or pain on the outside. I dont other to worry about me. I can take care of myself. Bibik, Omm when are you coming back from london. Miss you guys. You guys are the only people whom I feel comfortable enough to let go everything inside of me. Even my parents dont come as close as u guys. I wanna see my little cousins again, Hannah, Thoriq and Sofea. Miss them loads... *tears rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man im so emotional today. FUCK IT who cares anyway. NO one cares, when it comes to Syafiq. Because he can take care of himself. He's a natural leader. He's so strong. He's SUPERMAN. Yeah right.... super my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;*mScope is the product being set up by my company and the school is buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110295293449814365?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110295293449814365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110295293449814365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/12/sad-social-anxiety-disorder.html' title='S.A.D = Social anxiety disorder'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-110006180815322029</id><published>2004-11-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:43:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At work</title><content type='html'>Hey guys Im at work now. Well its lunch break that is. My collegue invited me to join them over at Burger King but I had to decline since im fasting maybe next week. Well its been 3 days and I think im fitting in quite nicely. Been doing some testing and fault checking. Its difficult at the beginning because Im required to know how to use different kinds of phones and also to look at Java-scripts. But after playing around with the phones and guidance from my collegues It gets pretty easy and not to mention it gets kinda boring also. Can't complain. haha. 12:40 already I think I'll head down to the nearby mosque and pray. See ya guys ard bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-110006180815322029?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110006180815322029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/110006180815322029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/11/at-work.html' title='At work'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109950335791002015</id><published>2004-11-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:35:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Stress</title><content type='html'>Halu people. Im so happy today. As i've finish all my exams. As to how I perform well that another story. Now its time to enjoy while it last. Next week monday im starting my ITP at "OCEANLAKE ASIA PTE LTD". Some company that develop the WAP system in your handphones and other wireless internet stuffs. Sounds neat. Can't wait to start work. Anyway its situated near my father's old working place so Im pretty familiar with the area, at Telok ayer street near Tanjong Pagar. So getting there isn't much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well we have reach the 20th day of the fasting month, another 10 more days and its Hari Raya!!! yeah. Pretty excited. Can't wait. The atmosphere, the food ( Ketupat with sambal goreng and serunding yum yum) just thinking of it makes my mouth water and not to mention the green packet. haha well its not as if I'll be getting as much as I did last time. But still its extra pocket money. HAHA. But coming to the end of the fasting month is not all fill with joy. Im still sadden that ramadan(fasting month) is coming to an end. For the past 20 days, were fill with such joy and happiness so different from other months. I learn to be patient, I kinda lost a few kilos and ya I've been a good boy for the past 20 days. haha. I dunno lah. It's juz I feel happy during ramadan thats all. Breaking fast together with friends and family, cracking jokes and basically having fun. Im thankful to God for all this and I hope there's more to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me share 1 of my favorite Hari Raya songs....&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to translate, My malay ain't that good so forgive me If I translate it wrongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Khairil Johari Johar&lt;br /&gt;Title: Sepasang Kurung Biru (A pair of blue baju kurung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada salam atau ucapan&lt;br /&gt;(No word or sound)&lt;br /&gt;Tiada pesan tanda ingatan&lt;br /&gt;(No source of memory)&lt;br /&gt;Suasana penuh keriangan&lt;br /&gt;(Atmosphere full of joy)&lt;br /&gt;Ku teringat pada seseorang&lt;br /&gt;(I was reminded of someone)&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hari yang berbahgia ini&lt;br /&gt;(On this happy occasion)&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku kosong dan sepi sekali&lt;br /&gt;(My heart's empty and lonely)&lt;br /&gt;Betapa manis kenangi lalu&lt;br /&gt;(So sweet were the old memories)&lt;br /&gt;Menyambut raya bersama denganku&lt;br /&gt;(Celebrating hari raya with you)&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Chorus )&lt;br /&gt;Tiada bisikan lembut yang ku dengar&lt;br /&gt;(No smooth whisper that I use to hear)&lt;br /&gt;Hanya suara azan sayup bergema&lt;br /&gt;(Only the sound of the azan)&lt;br /&gt;Masih kurasakan hangat tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;(I still feel the warmth of ur hand)&lt;br /&gt;Di pagi raya bersalam dengan ku&lt;br /&gt;(During the morning of hari raya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetamu datang tetamu pergi&lt;br /&gt;(Guest come and go)&lt;br /&gt;Namun tak tiba orang ku nanti&lt;br /&gt;(But the person Im waiting for didnt turn up)&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sepasang kurung nan biru&lt;br /&gt;(Only a pair of blu baju kurung)&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi teman mengubat rindu ku&lt;br /&gt;(Becomes the cure for me missing you)&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat chorus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya ya laugh all you want. I know my malay sucks. But can you do a better job? Well dont be shy and help me will ya. haha ok then that about it for today ciao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play Fifa 2005 on my X box and then watch Man Utd tonight bye nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109950335791002015?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109950335791002015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109950335791002015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/11/end-of-stress.html' title='End of Stress'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109834209126986804</id><published>2004-10-21T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:01:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in business</title><content type='html'>Im back in business baby. I can blog now. Its funny. I didnt do anything but my computer yesterday did an autoupdate of the system and tadaaa!!!! and I can finally blog at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrite lets start with today. Well didnt go to school today, wanted to (as if) but woke up with a splitting headache. Almost broke fasting instead put a little medicated oil, then went back to sleep. Woke up feeling slightly better. My sisters all at home no school. I woke up join them watching a little TV then they played the xbox. Now here I am updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ask what to eat for buka for today. I suggested ordering KFC, coz i wanted to try the new Tom Yam Chicken. Heard that it was nice. So yeah so far thats about it. For today. Maybe I'll blog in later. Well if you guys are wondering why I've been missing from MSN the past few nights its because I went for Terawih prayers so yeah I'm pretty much alive. Im not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrite gotta go. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109834209126986804?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109834209126986804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109834209126986804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-in-business.html' title='Back in business'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109808257141195388</id><published>2004-10-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:53:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the past few weeks</title><content type='html'>Hey guys its been awhile since i updated this bloody blogger. Let me summarise last week. Well the TKD guys(Hairol, Mif, Usop, Din and me) went to Sentosa for some sand and surf before the fasting month came and also Mif and Sops going off to serve the nation. So its kinda like a last getaway for us. Enjoyed our day. Played frisbee and swam. Saw a lot of pretty girls in bikinis. Then about 6plus we went off. Had dinner at Burger king. Met up with Din's classmate, Suhail, whom worked there. Din went off soon after coz he wasnt feeing well. Su suddenly gave us the idea to explore the empty house near the sentosa chalet. I wasn't too keen to explore the unknown and disturb those other beings. But not wanting to coward out I agreed to tag along. Upon reaching the house, I wasn't what I imagine. It was somewhat worst. Like your typical hauntd house in the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;. Big white dark house surrounded by trees, on top of a hill. It was total darkness. Went we approach nearer, I could sense the uncanny silence and the house seem to give out this kind of sinister/eeriee glow. As I walked, I looked down not daring to look up at the house. It was then that I felt something looking down at us, I looked up at the 2nd floor of the house. I kinda saw a dark shadow standing there. I stopped the guys and asked if they really wanted to continue. Hairol then realising my uneasiness pulled everyone back. Boy was I relief that we pulled back the so call "expedition" or else god knows what would happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went we got to the safety of the bus stop. I told Hairol what I saw, and he told me that he had sense something looking down at us from the trees. So it seems I wasn't the only one who "saw" something. But we concluded that due to fatigue and fear, our eyes and minds were playing tricks on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was the first day of the fasting month and it is also the day i took my Basic theory test. Well what luck to have my test on the first day of the fasting month and also my test starts at 730pm so i would have to break fast in the bus along the way. Well it wasn't so bad. The test was pretty easy. Its funny looking at those bangladeshi take their test. Ask to sign their own name and still can ask whose name. haha. Well after the test quickly check my answers found out that confirm 1 wrong answer about the age limit of children for car seat. The rest im pretty confident. Stop by Delifrance and bought a chicken sandwich to celebrate. Can't wait to get my licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to write bout last week so i'll just stop here till next time ciao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109808257141195388?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109808257141195388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109808257141195388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/10/summary-of-past-few-weeks.html' title='Summary of the past few weeks'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109639051865402667</id><published>2004-09-29T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:55:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loosening ties</title><content type='html'>Hello people. As I can't blog from home, Im gettin a friend to help me &lt;br /&gt;post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody sleepy today, came into class 30mins late and still got the &lt;br /&gt;cheek to fall asleep. Haha. Ok to the main subject today. For the past few &lt;br /&gt;days, Im starting to feel rather distant to almost everyone. Thankfully &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that way towards my family. It mostly effect my friends &lt;br /&gt;and me. Firstly was my secondary school friends. Hadn't been in contact &lt;br /&gt;with any of them since the end of year 1. Even when I see them online, &lt;br /&gt;we don't chat. Even if we were to engage in a conversation, I wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;even know what to say. Secondly, my classmate/Bestfriend in school, &lt;br /&gt;Munir. Last year in year 1 we use to be soo bloody close. Never a time in &lt;br /&gt;school you see us apart. Until recently, we had 2 new malay classmates. &lt;br /&gt;Of cause we were very happy and excited to expand our small circle of &lt;br /&gt;friend. But it seems that Munir and the other 2 seem to be getting along &lt;br /&gt;far better than with me. Maybe there was a bit of jealousy involve. But &lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind at all coz Im not entirely ignored. Except that now &lt;br /&gt;Im used as a source for them to make fun of. Once again I don't really &lt;br /&gt;mind, but there is a limit to one's patience. So far I've have not &lt;br /&gt;shown any of my unhappiness. As 2 of the Taekwondo tenets says, &lt;br /&gt;SELF-CONTROL and INDOMINABLE SPIRIT. Next comes TKD itself. Im in the committee &lt;br /&gt;and am the assistant team captain. Most of the time, im pretty close to &lt;br /&gt;the committee members. Others have commented that this comm won't make &lt;br /&gt;it good or it's the worst comm ever. But so far we proved them wrong. We &lt;br /&gt;had been working closely together and to what I observe, we had achieve &lt;br /&gt;quite alot lately. Until recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was blinded. I was too engross being the asst team capt and &lt;br /&gt;trying to blend in with the comm that I may have oversee certain outcomes. &lt;br /&gt;Slowly I can see the comm fall apart. I shan't say much or what is &lt;br /&gt;happening, cause it maybe someone from the committee might be reading and I &lt;br /&gt;don't want any conflict to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this doesn't come without its good points, new friendship &lt;br /&gt;arises and old ties have tighten. Today, went home with a certain friend. So &lt;br /&gt;far my impression of him to me was, he was a damn good president(I &lt;br /&gt;guess most of you might have figure him out) and nothing more. Today, my &lt;br /&gt;impression of him changes, He had open himself to me and told me some &lt;br /&gt;pretty personal stuffs. It was the first time the jolly, happy-go-lucky &lt;br /&gt;guy turn into a sensitive and down-to-earth kind of guy. We was really &lt;br /&gt;passionate about his girlfriend and loves his family very much. It was &lt;br /&gt;the first time, I saw him choking back his tears. I really appreciate all &lt;br /&gt;the advise you gave me man and don't worry I won't forget you for as &lt;br /&gt;long as I live thats my promise to you bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz I just hope that somewhere down this life journey, my life would &lt;br /&gt;make a good turn. Well everyone will get his or her time or day. I guess &lt;br /&gt;mine's not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's funniest advise I've gotten was "Hey, get a girlfriend ah" &lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pretty surprise man. Usually people would say study first or wait &lt;br /&gt;till after NS or something else ah. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'll stop here. Shan't ramble too much. Gd nite poeple &lt;br /&gt;and take care ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109639051865402667?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109639051865402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109639051865402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/09/loosening-ties.html' title='loosening ties'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109590146593036346</id><published>2004-09-23T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:04:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid home pc</title><content type='html'>Test test. Fucking hell. In school now and I can blog. I guess it's my computer again. Argh. Gotta go home and fix the problem a.s.a.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish DC PBIL. It was easy. Do a flow chart at home then come to school. Work out the solution find out the fault in the system and hand in. Easy peasy. At the mean time I guess I'll type my blog in school. So I guess for my regular readers just bear with it can? please. OK gotta go now... bye take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109590146593036346?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109590146593036346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109590146593036346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupid-home-pc.html' title='Stupid home pc'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109639076735831209</id><published>2004-09-19T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:59:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blogger</title><content type='html'>Hello people, &lt;br /&gt;something is definately wrong with my blogger. I cant seem to type &lt;br /&gt;anything in the body. I can only type the title. Well but somehow rather i &lt;br /&gt;found an alternate way in typing in my blog. Type it in a notepad first &lt;br /&gt;then copy paste in into the body. But the trick is. I have to be fast &lt;br /&gt;enough. Or else the cursor will change. I bet most of you don't &lt;br /&gt;understand what im saying. Nevermind. Coz you haven face this problem yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my life. A lot, sure has happened since i last blog. &lt;br /&gt;Had a friendly exchange programme with the NUS TKD. Got my ass kicked. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sir Vince I guess I Wasn't ready yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MST was held last week. Been studying so I hope I would pull thru. &lt;br /&gt;Because of the new gradin system. Meaning no sub paper, lesser holidays &lt;br /&gt;and lesser study week. We had to make each and every test count. Haiz &lt;br /&gt;hope that I get at least a pass on each paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, old friends keep popping up out of nowhere in &lt;br /&gt;friendster. Old primary schoolmates, secondary schoolmates, even people whom &lt;br /&gt;i dunno but they know me, add me as their friend. Its not like im &lt;br /&gt;complaining but at least leave a message that you are gonna add me. It's not &lt;br /&gt;a guarantee that i'll remember you but at least tell me ur affilation &lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a girl. Haha no in fact make it 3 girls. 2 whom I just got to &lt;br /&gt;know thru friendster, kinda have taken a certain liking towards the &lt;br /&gt;both of them. But its too early to tell. 1 is from SP also but she's in &lt;br /&gt;DICT the other is from NP in the Early childhood coz. OK the 3rd girl. &lt;br /&gt;She's kinda an old crush I had while in primary school. Use to hate boys &lt;br /&gt;alot, so she would only hang around with the girls. But somehow she's &lt;br /&gt;different from the rest. (I dunno but everytime "they" always seem &lt;br /&gt;different to me. haha) Well I dunno bout my feelings towards her now. But we &lt;br /&gt;seem to have reached a certain level or mutual understanding between &lt;br /&gt;the both of us. My feelings towards a certain girl is still there. That &lt;br /&gt;is why i cant really decide my feelings towards this new companion. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasnt really bad. Wanted to head down to BBDC to book my basic &lt;br /&gt;theory but office hours close at 12. I reached there at 2 so my trip was &lt;br /&gt;kinda wasted. Then went home slept the whole afternoon. Im such a &lt;br /&gt;pig!!! Watched a little tv then now here i am tryin to solve my blog &lt;br /&gt;problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrite its almost 2am. I guess i'll stop now and head to bed. Tml might be playing soccer with Munir and Muhammad.&lt;br /&gt;ciao gd nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109639076735831209?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109639076735831209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109639076735831209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupid-blogger_19.html' title='stupid blogger'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109463306903695834</id><published>2004-09-08T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:44:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><content type='html'>Halo people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my revisions already, coz next week is my MST week. Am feeling a little nervous though. Scared that i wouldnt do well. Yesterday studied with Munir, Bani and Muhd at SP's plaza. Studied then played a little magic trick during breaks in between. All i can say is that Bani is da man. He's juz like david blaine. His tricks were mind boggling haha. Beg him to teach us some of his tricks but being the true magician he is, he decline. "A magician never reveals his secrets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to the TKD club meeting for awhile. Then went back the studying, couldnt really train with my head mentally tired and full of formulaes and stuffs. Went off at around 9 plus head down to the training ground for a 2nd meeting then head off to clementi with my bruddas. Had our usual drinks and mash potatoes. Talk for awhile then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of those nights again. haiz.... Where by i couldnt sleep and my mind was constantly thinking. Showered then watched a little tv. My whole family had gone to bed, so i was alone outside. Wanted to play a little xbox but was getting bored of the games. Was channel hopping when I stopped at HBO. It was playing this movie "Two weeks noticed". Wasn't really keen at watchin at all but since there werent any other good shows i stuck to it. Surprisingly, I seem to enjoy the show. Sandra bullock and Hugh grant make a pretty good pair. The movie was funny and a little romance here and there. Then my mind started thinking once again. Somehow rather i kinda link the movie to what im feeling right now. I dunnno how i do it but it happens all the time even with songs. Its like you watch or listen to this particular song for so many times but you never really paid any attention to it but suddenly for one you happen to listen to the lyrics and woalah!!! it suits your predicament. Haiz so yeah was reminded again!!!! of a certain past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really help it. I dunno why. Maybe i've fallen too deeply. Been tryin to distract myself by thinking about other possiblilities but it will only work for a while, afterwhich i will think about her again. damn. Is this what they call Love Suicide? Maybe. So many advises i've receive, so many help i had received all in vain. Feel like getting down on my knees and beg her. But she belongs to another. Well her heart that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've been, hopelessly reaching. Out for this girl, whose out of this world. Believe me. She's got a boyfriend&lt;em&gt;(I hope not) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who drives me round the bend.&lt;br /&gt;Coz he's 23&lt;em&gt;(i dunno how old ah juz guess)&lt;/em&gt;, He's in the marines&lt;em&gt;(not exactly marines, NS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll kill me&lt;em&gt;(gulp!!!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nights now&lt;em&gt;(make it every night),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinkin about her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz obviously, she out of my league,(&lt;em&gt;she's smart, im not&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;how can i win she keeps dragging me in(&lt;em&gt;help!!!!),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i,&lt;br /&gt;never will be good enough for her(&lt;em&gt;Haiz......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do. Haiz.... well gotta go now. Will be going off for a family movie. Gotta run bye..... take care people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109463306903695834?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109463306903695834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109463306903695834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/09/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109396435532129574</id><published>2004-08-31T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:59:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Hello there people.... miss me? haha i bet not. Well its been awhile since i wrote here. Basically there isnt anything for me to write/type. Life basically the same as ever except that I notice a slight change. Its been much more quieter nowadays. There use to be a time when It was full of laughter everyday. Now slowly those days are fading away. Sometimes I think, maybe its the things that i do or the decisions i make have in the past triggered these happenings. Watched "Final Destination 2" on HBO. A line from the movie set me thinking "Being alive after we are suppose to die, caused an outward ripple. A rift in death's design". The survivors of the highway crash were discussing their near death experience. When they realise that they were somehow related to the previous "Final Destination" show. Meaning, the survivors of the previous show, had interfered with their death. Causing their deaths to be somewhat postponed or delayed. Causing a rift or disturbance in death's "death list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then thinking, what if I had behave or acted differently in the past would it have effected the future(the present) in a whole  different way. I might have not entered poly and be in JC. Maybe my life would have been a whole lot brighter or might have been worst. Actually Im thinking of other situations which I decline to mention because you may never know who might be reading this. The bottom line is would my life have been better or worst if i had made a different decision? I dunno, only gods knows. Look up about the "butterfly effect theory".  It was kinda difficult to understand at first. I still don't fully understand the concept but I still manage to catch a bit here and there. It's basically the same as the "Chaos Theory". The scientist came up with a simple theory that, "If a butterfly in America were to flap its wings once today, It might have cause a hurricane in Manila in the next few months" In short the actions of the butterfly today might alter the cause of history in the next month. You may never know the fart that you let out during lunch just now might be the cause of a huge typhoon or rather prevented the typhoon from happening. Of cause the changes aren't immediate but in the long run further down the road, the changes becomes obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scientist did an experiment. He measure the weather patterns of a certain country for a certain number of months. Noted down the results and tried to clone the same patterns by simulating them in the computer. The results were not immediate but after a few months, he noticed a big change in both results. He then realise that while trying to simulate the same pattern, he had only keyed in numbers which are before the decimal point. "eg. previous results: 1234.0023  keyed in result to simulate: 1234" It our eyes the different ain't that big because its the same 1234.0023 and 1234. In the early part of the graphs, the waves were the same but after a certain time, the waves differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the best I could understand and try to explain. Maybe you guys should go check it out to understand it more. Its rather interesting. Its weird but cant help thinking what my situation would be right now if had not done things that I've done in the past. Damn gettin writers block now. Suddenly my mind just went blank. Shit shit shit. Cant recall what I had wanted to write. Ah nvm maybe its for the best. Maybe not writing what im suppose to write will cause something good to happen? or maybe the other way round? who knows... I'll just hav to wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time before you do anything, think what it might do to you or others in the future.... hehehe.... enjoy pondering..... bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109396435532129574?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109396435532129574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109396435532129574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-ramblings_31.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109396433377770887</id><published>2004-08-31T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:58:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Hello there people.... miss me? haha i bet not. Well its been awhile since i wrote here. Basically there isnt anything for me to write/type. Life basically the same as ever except that I notice a slight change. Its been much more quieter nowadays. There use to be a time when It was full of laughter everyday. Now slowly those days are fading away. Sometimes I think, maybe its the things that i do or the decisions i make have in the past triggered these happenings. Watched "Final Destination 2" on HBO. A line from the movie set me thinking &lt;em&gt;"Being alive after we are suppose to die, caused an outward ripple. A rift in death's design"&lt;/em&gt;. The survivors of the highway crash were discussing their near death experience. When they realise that they were somehow related to the previous "Final Destination" show. Meaning, the survivors of the previous show, had interfered with their death. Causing their deaths to be somewhat postponed or delayed. Causing a rift or disturbance in death's "death list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then thinking, what if I had behave or acted differently in the past would it have effected the future(the present) in a whole  different way. I might have not entered poly and be in JC. Maybe my life would have been a whole lot brighter or might have been worst. Actually Im thinking of other situations which I decline to mention because you may never know who might be reading this. The bottom line is would my life have been better or worst if i had made a different decision? I dunno, only gods knows. Look up about the &lt;em&gt;"butterfly effect theory".  &lt;/em&gt;It was kinda difficult to understand at first. I still don't fully understand the concept but I still manage to catch a bit here and there. It's basically the same as the &lt;em&gt;"Chaos Theory&lt;/em&gt;". The scientist came up with a simple theory that, &lt;em&gt;"If a butterfly in America were to flap its wings once today, It might have cause a hurricane in Manila in the next few months&lt;/em&gt;" In short the actions of the butterfly today might alter the cause of history in the next month. You may never know the fart that you let out during lunch just now might be the cause of a huge typhoon or rather prevented the typhoon from happening. Of cause the changes aren't immediate but in the long run further down the road, the changes becomes obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scientist did an experiment. He measure the weather patterns of a certain country for a certain number of months. Noted down the results and tried to clone the same patterns by simulating them in the computer. The results were not immediate but after a few months, he noticed a big change in both results. He then realise that while trying to simulate the same pattern, he had only keyed in numbers which are before the decimal point. "eg. previous results: 1234.0023  keyed in result to simulate: 1234" It our eyes the different ain't that big because its the same 1234.0023 and 1234. In the early part of the graphs, the waves were the same but after a certain time, the waves differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the best I could understand and try to explain. Maybe you guys should go check it out to understand it more. Its rather interesting. Its weird but cant help thinking what my situation would be right now if had not done things that I've done in the past. Damn gettin writers block now. Suddenly my mind just went blank. Shit shit shit. Cant recall what I had wanted to write. Ah nvm maybe its for the best. Maybe not writing what im suppose to write will cause something good to happen? or maybe the other way round? who knows... I'll just hav to wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time before you do anything, think what it might do to you or others in the future.... hehehe.... enjoy pondering..... bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109396433377770887?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109396433377770887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109396433377770887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109236978857250374</id><published>2004-08-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T12:03:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, same shit, everyday........</title><content type='html'>Halo, sorry for not having blogging for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched i robot with Munir and Wan on Wednesday, at Bugis. I must say its a very good movie. Then the next day, thursday, meet up with Din for awhile at the clubhouse to discuss bout the upcoming TKD national tournament. Was thinking of heading home after the discussion, but Din wanted to slack around plus he offered to treat me to a movie. So what kind of person would refuse such an offer. So yeah I went along. Went to Bugis, again, bought tickets to "Collateral". Show was scheduled at 5.15 but the time was only 3plus. So we window shop around. Din bought his sling bag, while i just hang back and feast my eyes at the finer things in life. The movie aint that bad. It was kinda weird to see Tom Cruise as a villian but it turn out ok. I figured his silver hair did the trick. Went home, watch the "swearing in", then the OC then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, felt extremely tired dunno why, Couldnt keep my eyes open for CA lecture. 3 vending machines at T12 and all 3 aint working, come on what are the odds of all 3 breaking down. Haiz nvm. In class now. Finish my APRG lab in record time. So while waiting for friday prayer time, decide to blog in for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever wonder or experience this feeling before? You see someone you hate, well not actually hate, let say, you just somehow dont like this particular person but you dont have the heart to tell him/her. If you meet up, you'll pretend to be friends, put up a smile and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya, last wednesday or was it tuesday? nvm. I saw this person whom I not hate but dislike. I dunno why i feel that way but maybe because of some certain events. Both of us got off the train at dover. He didnt notice me, I was behind him all the way. I could have walked infront or beside him easily, but nah I dont wanna increase any tension between us. But somehow in my mind, im picturing myself beating the shit out of him. Although it didnt happen, but i sure wish i could, I kinda felt happy or rather relief. Maybe it was just a psychological effect. It kinda brighten up my day. Haha I sound kinda crazy. nvm maybe i am crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, maybe later trainin could cheer me up today.....&lt;br /&gt;nothing elso to write now ciao......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109236978857250374?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109236978857250374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109236978857250374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-day-same-shit-everyday.html' title='Another day, same shit, everyday........'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109076852776572203</id><published>2004-07-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:21:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Camp</title><content type='html'>Hiya people, how was ur weekend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i spend mine over at Singapore Poly for the TKD freshman orientation camp. Camp started on Friday, 7pm. Training for that day was canceled. I was put in charge of the food. So in short im in the ration party. Expected number of participants was about 70 but it came to a disappointing 50 people. I was lucky that I&amp;nbsp;was able to&amp;nbsp;change the catering order from 70 to 50 or else, we will&amp;nbsp;be wasting 20 packets of rice. So ya, only 50 turn up including the seniors and committee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day didnt do much, played some ice breaker games. I didnt join in though, was kinda down&amp;nbsp;in the chumps. Heard that about 80% of those who went to the&amp;nbsp;last grading got double promotion. But i was the&amp;nbsp;unfortunate 20%. I know that it isnt such a big a deal but I was kinda looking forward to gettin double this time round. Wanna get that blue belt around my waist. Now im stuck with Sa Jang(Blue tip). Again that&amp;nbsp;bloody pattern, first time IVP, second time Whompoa...... argh. If i dont get&amp;nbsp;double the next time round, there is definately something wrong with me. Prepared supper. Was lookin at the freshmen reaction. Dunno if they mind eating bread and biscuits for the next few days for both breakfast and supper.&amp;nbsp;Luckily nobody complain. After supper, hit the sack. Couldnt sleep, forgot my sleeping bag and it was bloody cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early the next morning to make breakfast. The bloody powerpoint not working. So there was a slight delay in&amp;nbsp;making the milo. After breakfast was some small games then lunch&amp;nbsp;then the&amp;nbsp;tele matches. Din, Me, Yum, Sops and Adam played basketball one corner while the rest had their tele-matches. After a few rounds of ABC, Din, Me and Sops decided to take a nap before setting up for Dinner. Mif was havin&amp;nbsp;too much fun to join us. So&amp;nbsp;yeah we went to sleep. Woke up halfway to find Edmund out president asleep next to me. haha. So he also know how to "tuang" haha. Set up for dinner then after which was free time before their night walk. So i decided to use that short time to mingle around. Haven been doing that since the start of camp. Then came their night walk. Decided to join in. The freshmen were blindfolded so we had fun directing them. Asking them do stupid stuffs like to jump over a drain, which in fact there isnt any in front of them. But the most fun I had was&amp;nbsp;with Hairol and Edmund.&amp;nbsp;1 of the freshie, Rahman.&amp;nbsp;He's actually a nice guy lah, but typically crazy just like mif and us. So we had alot of fun with him.&amp;nbsp;We did quite alot towards him than the rest. But it was fun. Rahman was a good sport so i guess he didnt mind.&amp;nbsp;After the night walk, had supper then lights off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning to prepare breakfast again, then pack up to head down to NTC (National training centre) for the National&amp;nbsp;exchange programme. The seniors had an invitation to&amp;nbsp;spar with the national team. I would sign&amp;nbsp;up for the challenge but i was underbelt plus&amp;nbsp;national team only spar with Brown belt and above. Lastly I dont think im good enough to spar that level yet. Our seniors did ok despite, being trashed by the national team. Sir Vince, our coach was pretty impress with our performance.&amp;nbsp;Had lunch then we break off from the centre. Head home with Din, Yum and Adam. Had a pit stop at Clementi to quench our thirst. Then took 99 home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here i am updating my weekend experience had fun lah..... gotta go now ciao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, wanna share with u guys a picture of us taken with the national team at NTC. enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/clt-silverfox/dscf0108_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out- &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109076852776572203?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109076852776572203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109076852776572203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/07/freshman-camp.html' title='Freshman Camp'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-109014576528978337</id><published>2004-07-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:16:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juz when I thought life was starting to get better. Was suddenly reminded of a certain past, Injured myself again during training and im experiencing a strong sense of dejavu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been thinking, will I ever be good in Taekwondo? SP have been producing very good fighters. Well look at the seniors, if you need prove. Now with the new batches. Surely not all are good, maybe 1 or 2 blacksheeps will surely appear. At first, when I joined, I didnt really thought much bout the rest. I didnt have any friends. So&amp;nbsp;naturally, I thought i was&amp;nbsp;the best, among&amp;nbsp;the newbies. Elmo was always picking on me and the rest were&amp;nbsp;always commenting that my&amp;nbsp;kick was powerful and such.&amp;nbsp;So I was pretty confident of my abilities. After my&amp;nbsp;first grading,&amp;nbsp;my ego was greatly boosted when I learn that&amp;nbsp;I got a double. People whom I had thought that would get, didnt and people whom I thought would not, got it. I was aiming for a 2nd double since then and have yet to achieve it. Some of my compatriots, had gotten their 2nd double, some even had their 3rd. I was starting to lose hope but I held on. Then came my greatest blow.&amp;nbsp;My turning kick sucks.&amp;nbsp;I couldn't even do a proper high turning kick. My groin muscle seem to be rather stiff. Maybe&amp;nbsp;its all due to lack of stretching or warm up. But I have been doing extra stretching before the training, and why&amp;nbsp;I still can't kick.&amp;nbsp;Others hav long overtook me. Hairul, Zheng Kai, Jarrich&amp;nbsp;even the girls&amp;nbsp;are showing something.&amp;nbsp;Now Im starting to think maybe Im not cut out to be among the best. Im having doubts about my abilities. Maybe Im more of an academic person rather than a sports kind of person.&amp;nbsp;Maybe Im those&amp;nbsp;nerd kinds whom all girls&amp;nbsp;look down upon, wear those dorky glasses, either flabby or as thin&amp;nbsp;"satay"&amp;nbsp;stick kind or person. Never the popular, handsome type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh, sure&amp;nbsp;lots of negativity today. Nvm, dunno wat to type bout today so might as well&amp;nbsp;ramble ramdomly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how much I try, no matter what I do, I cant seem to get her out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Met a girl Thought she was grand Fell in love Found out first hand Went well For a week or two Then it all came unglued In a trapped trip I can't grip Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip Then I started to realise I was living one big lie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i cant seem to forget......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wish that you would just leave because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone &lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to health is pain is just too real there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As much as i hate it, I miss her. But the thing is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"She f***ing hates me Trust She f***ing hates me La, la, la, la I tried too hard And she tore my feelings Like I had none And ripped them away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heh, more ramdom ramblings.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok them came another blow,&amp;nbsp; met someone new. Well not new ah. An old long lost friend. Use to have a crush on her in primary school. She not the popular type whom every guys wants to date or even the type who every guys dislike, she was juz the average girl next door type. She's still attractive to me though after all this years. Not wanting to repeat old mistakes, I vow to myself never to reveal my true feelings. I don't have to tell how I feel, she will know and I will know, when the time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The past 3 days, I was busy, and never came online. So 3 days I hadnt chat with her. Today, was hoping to chat with her. She was online, I was beginning to get happy, when I saw her nick. It was in malay but the translation goes like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"For the first time, the doors of my heart,&amp;nbsp; are being knocked by 3 guys. Haiz Dilemma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being myself, I pull myself together and said Hey, ask how is she and tried to lend a listening ear. She doesnt suspect a thing that I like her. Gave her a few advice and I can tell that she was very grateful towards me. Am happy for that. But as I've promise myself, I wont reveal my feelings. Let her figure it herself. I rather hurt myself than to hurt the ones I love. To think of it. She use to hate boys when she was in primary school. Use to scream and shout at the boys, Which included me of coz. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok lah enought rambling for today..... my finger are starting to get tired of typing. Will blog in..... um soon I hope....haha getting tired of blogging. haiz anyway, dont worry I wont stop blogging completely, coz this seems to be the only way I could express myself freely...... bye for now&amp;nbsp;...... ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-blog out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-109014576528978337?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109014576528978337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/109014576528978337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108964587707618656</id><published>2004-07-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:24:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sometimes to do the right thing, we have to give up the things we want the most"</title><content type='html'>Am starting to feel go about myself again. A lot of good things are happening. Firstly let me just start by saying. &lt;strong&gt;SPIDERMAN 2 RULEZ!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah finally it has came out, the long awaited sequal to the most anticipated comic superhero around. SPIDERMAN. And I get to watch it, not once, not twice but 3 times. Yeah some of you may say its a waste of money and such. But Its worth it, every single dollar and cent spent. Ok enough bout spiderman and lets talk bout other factors that has a positive impact on me. School has started and finally new additions to the malay dua of the class, Munir and Me. Muhammad, a repeat 3rd year student has joined us. That makes us the 3 Ms or rather the 3 musketeers. (Notice the 1st letter of our names starts with M. Hahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the resurface of old friends. Ex primary school mates. Out of the blue, my old friends have somehow manage to track me down, thru Friendster. (Really appreciate the creator/s of friendster. Without them, this wouldnt have happen) The best part is, I use to have a crush on one of them, way back in primary school. So yeah. Its wonderful to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I dunno what happen but when I woke up today, I felt different. I felt happier than usual. Was concentrating in class. In fact 1st time I didnt fall asleep in a lecture haha. Was smiling the whole day. Smiling that everyone I see, regardless I know them or not. Some even return the smile. So that really sets my day. Went jogging just now with Dad and my 3 sisters. After dinner, rest for awhile than around 10, we set out for our run. Lead them for the warm up. Dad desperately need to loose weight. Doctor's orders. Dad ans sisters start slow. I ran ahead. With my Muvo, and I time myself. Manage to clock roughly 12.33mins for 2.4km. Very bad. but slowly will work on it. Need to improve. I have Hafiz to motivate me. He clock 2.4 under 9.30mins. So if he can do it. I can also. But will do it slow and steady. Haiz ok lah gonna go shower than maybe gonna hit the sack. ciao and good nite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108964587707618656?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108964587707618656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108964587707618656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/07/sometimes-to-do-right-thing-we-have-to.html' title='&quot;Sometimes to do the right thing, we have to give up the things we want the most&quot;'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108895976136709118</id><published>2004-07-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:49:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in particular</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I've blog in. Actually am kinda lazy to blog in. Well maybe when school reopens tml, there might be something interesting worth writing down. Well Nothing much happened during the hols. Went out with family and frens. Went for 2 camps. Specialist coz 1 and 2. Its been awhile since I've actually contributed anything to NCC. Always been busy with my other CCA, Taekwondo. Its not like im complaining or anything, Its just that Im getting tired of it actually. Just like the way Im feeling right now with this blog. But don't worry no matter how tired I am, I won't completely stop blogging, unless due to some unforseen circumstances. I figured maybe attending 1 or 2 camps wouldn't be so bad since Im not working or doing anything these hols. Plus its been awhile since I've don my No4 or No3. Feels good to be wearing it once again. Plus I need to brush up on my NCC skills. It was getting kinda rusty. During Phase 1, I was at a total lost. Although I didnt show it, but I learn fast. Its just a matter or recalling and remembering. Phase 2 was slightly better. Met up with old aquintances, like Roy, Sukhbir, Razali, Keith and Richard. Even made new friends, from the newer CLT batches and some from the older batches, like Kevin Po, "Mother", Hamza, Yazid and etc. The list would go on forever. After phase 2, was thinking when would be my 2nd NCC assignment? Didnt have to wait long, was asked to help out with the Singapore Youth Festival preparation. Was given the Gate 1 OIC post. 2 Junior Clts were under me plus 2 Guards men. Haha, can you believe it, Im in charge of 2 Guards men. The rehearsals were ok, went smoothly. But came the actually day, a few cock ups. We were actually short of man power(My Gate i mean was short or man power) My 2 Junior CLTs were gone so were the 2 Guards men. I know tat 1 or the clts had gone over to the carpark to fetch the contigents to the Gate. Aparently, the other clt whom I had told him to stand guard at the rear end of the gate had gone over to join his friend whom I had station at the carpark. I got screwed by Warrant Marthi, for letting outsiders into the Gate. So I com, thru the com set, to the carpark oic to recall my fellow clt, while I went around searching for the other guy(whom was with the carpark fellow) and the 2 Guards men whom had disappeared into thin air. Finally saw the 2 fellow Clts coming back together. Screwed the other fellow upside down. The whole of Gate 1 was looking at us. Who cares bout them anyway, I got screwed so now Im screwing his ass. Explain the situation to Warrant Marthi and manage to get another clt attach to me. Now 1 problem settled, next need to find the 2 Guards men. Finally found them sitting in a corner playing with their Gameboys. Boy was I pissed. Told them off(in a nice but firm way). Can see that they were unhappy with me but I was the Gate OIC and I gotta control my men. After that incident, everything went fine. The event was a success, even the weather was kind to us. Besides the slight drizzle, the weather was fine throughout. After the event went to have dinner with my parents, In my long 4 haha, everyone was staring at me. Met my secondary school teacher, Mr Thomas. It was a pleasent surprise. He was considered my "father" in school. He was my prefect master and I was kinda his favorite. He was even training me to be the Head prefect but I decline, since my grades were falling pretty bad. Come to think of it, It was a dumb move. Falling grades was a silly excuse. In fact the real reason was me. I wasn't confident enough to take up the challenge. Well was done is done, cant change the past only learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight's the night, Euro 2004 finals. Portugal Vs Greece. Its funny to think of it. They were the opening match and now they are the closing match. Don't know whom to support. All my favorites are out. Italy, Spain and Holland. Pretty disappointed with their performances. As for who will win, all I can say is may the best team wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any feelings like, You've just met this particular someone and you already like him/her. Well its happening to me all the time. Actually its not someone its someone, someone, someone and someone. All all 4 of them are not new friends but old ones whom I've started to take a liking upon. 2 of them were primary school friends. Whom recently had pop out of no where and added me in Friendster. 1 of them was kinda my ex girlfriend. Whom I only when steady for 1 day and she disappeared the next day for the last few months only to resurface a few days ago. The last only, I dunno maybe Its old feelings coming back. She's a secondary schoolmate of mine, whom fortunately end up in the same poly as me and for the past few days, I've been having rather intimate dreams about her. Maybe its just pure lust. But still, I fear that there's something wrong with me. Maybe Im a little psycho. Or maybe its just another phase im going through and will go away soon after. And also there's another girl. Well supposedly Im thru with her. But the more I hate the more I missed. So which is which, Do I hate her or do I miss her? Come to think of it, The first time I met herand got to know her, I thought, this is it. She is the one. But I guess its not meant to be. Or maybe somewhere down the line..... who knows, only God knows. Well in fact this applies to all those girls involve above. Maybe and maybe not we were meant to be. Maybe they are just a passing phase. Just a mere crush just because I've seen their nice side and not their ugly side. I think true love is when you really seen both sides of the person and you are still in love with them. I think thats true love. Well anyway, lets enjoy singlehood for now. More time to spend with my brothers and family. Am glad that I have a loving family and fantastic brothers. They are the ones whom will stick to me thru thick and thin. Too bad that Im a guy or that my brothers aint females, or I'll had gone out with 1 of them. Im not sounding gay am I? Haha nah just letting my feelings and thoughts out. Well my wrists are getting tired I guess I'll stop for now. Gd nite and take care my fellow readers. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108895976136709118?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108895976136709118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108895976136709118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-in-particular.html' title='Nothing in particular'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108832421395213231</id><published>2004-06-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T16:16:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Sins of the past~~</title><content type='html'>Sins of the past seems to be catching up with me. Now I have to face the music. 1 thing tat I really fear the most is makin enemies or rather to be more specific makin people hate me. But the advitable had happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month has past. Well almost a month. Thinkin tat the anger and tension had subside. Decided to pick up the bits and pieces of our friendship and see if i could salvage anything. But it seems the river or fire have yet to be put out. Apologise and blurted out my fears. Strong and firm was the reply. So sharp tat it stings like hell. Tears fell like raindrops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat have I done to have offended you so much. Respect? You mention bout respect. I am a S/CLT in the National Cadet Corps. Someone whom is all too familiar with the word. The first day in NCC and the word respect has been drilled into my head. Ask any Ncc cadets if u dont believe me. "Rank is wat u wear. Respect is wat u earn". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz if I could turn back time, I would play it all differently. All I want right now is just friendship. Not more than that. Watever it is. I'll treasure our previous friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, you know who you are, I wish you happiness and success in watever you do.... thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108832421395213231?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108832421395213231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108832421395213231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/06/sins-of-past.html' title='~~Sins of the past~~'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108739694606736271</id><published>2004-06-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:42:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Spec Coz phase 1</title><content type='html'>Halooooooooo, im back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys miss me? hahaha. Ok actually reached home yesterday. Was too tired to blog. Anyway here's wat you missed the past 4 days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book in the night before the camp. Bunk in at 425 at Amoy Quee camp. Was given the post Platoon Commander(PC) for Bravo 6. The Bravo OC was Sukhbir my old buddy, so its good. Since I know how he works. The first day was pretty boring since the whole day, the cadets are going for the donation drive thingy. The actually events for the day were cancelled because of the drive. Which made us CLTS very frustrated coz usually the 1st day we had the revision for the cadets. Under me were 2 more Clts from the 46th intake so kinda fresh. Tried my best to guide them thru luckily they are the smart type. So ya i got a total of 39 cadets under me. 10 girls and 29 boys. Was actually disapointed when I saw i got no girl APC. Usually if there are female cadets in the platoon they will attach 1 female clt. But luckily i manage to get 10 girls. 5 from Cresent and 5 from Tanglin sec. Wah the best part is The Tanglin girls were all sooooooo cute haha. But alas im there to lead and teach not to look at girls. Anyway it doesnt hurt to mingle with my cadets hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, however I book out for my TKD tournament. Manage to get gold for the Sa Jang pattern. It was soooooo cool. SP was like bagging all the gold for every category we took part in. Then got the overall senior champion. But didnt get the overall throphy since we only sent 3 teams. PLus we could only take part in the Senior category not the Junior and Youth cat. But nevermind. NOw this sets me thinkin. Why we did badly during IVP? or isit the other teams were better. All I know is that we didnt do that badly. So we prove it right in this tournament. Some more the 2 judges were the same on both occasions. After the tourny went to eat at KFC to celebrate our victory. Then head home to change, shower and book in back again to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book in found the cadets doing their GSK(General Specialist Knowledge) test. After which had night snack and then lights off. The nxt day, was test day for the cadets. Tested them their IFC and Trainfire. All passed. But not quality passes. So they might go home 3rd Sgt instead of 2nd Sgt. So on this night, 14 June 2004, in room 2-14 block 425, I got my "passport chopped". Dunno how i escaped till now after gettin my senior rank. Suppose to get chopped before I get my ranked. Sukhbir, Rehan, Roy, Hamza, Kevin Po, Kevin Tan all came down to chop us, the junior clt from 46th, me and some other seniors whom manage to escape like Keith and Richard. Did some crazy stuffs. It was pretty hectic but at the same time pretty funny. In the end Sgt Effendy and another Singapura personal came into the room stop the choppin and instead Chop the choppers. Haha but they were good sport. Did as instructed. And everyone slept early that night haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was passing out day. Let my APC do all the work while I continue sleeping. Haha Im such a bad PC. Didnt eat breakfast. Took my time to shower then pack up my barang2. The cadets were packing up their stuffs. Went up to ask for my appraisal. Most of them wrote I was a good PC. haha 1 even wrote I was cute. another wrote I was the best PC ever. Haha kids.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 plus, the Passing Out Parade started. Watchin my cadets pass out, I felt like a proud parent. The past 4 days had been wonderful. Of coz there was a lot of scolding, shouting also a lot of praises and compliments along the way. Gonna miss them. 1 memorable night was the selection of the OOC (overall outstanding cadet) me and Sukhbir came up with a plan. We called out 2 nominess from each bravo platoon. (bravo 4,5 and 6) shouted at them, ask them to go up packed their stuffs and come down fall in. We told them the Clts complain that they were defiant and were nominated for OOC which means Out of Course. We took some fake certificates and tore them in front of their faces, step on it and so on so forth. We tried to be as ruthless as possible. A few of them were startin to cry. 1 girl actually did cry in the end. When we tot it was enuf, we at last told them they we nominated fot the Best Cadet. BOy were they relief. Tears or sadness turn to tears or joy, anger and remorse turn to joy and happiness. The nominess, even complimented on our acting. Surely it was a night for them to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im back from camp. Am sitting down relieving the whole camp again in my mind again. Hopefully will get to see them again next year in Senior Spec coz. Aye by the way im going for phase 2 also next week. So another bunch of cadets will be at my mercy haha. No lah im a nice SCLT right....(Wicked laugh) ok im outta here will blog in some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108739694606736271?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108739694606736271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108739694606736271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/06/back-from-spec-coz-phase-1.html' title='Back from Spec Coz phase 1'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108693786517825119</id><published>2004-06-11T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T15:11:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brudders of Dizturbance Overnight at ECP</title><content type='html'>Well as the title suggest, My secondary schools brudders when to ECP to overnight and as usual due to some circumstances I did not overnight with then instead went home. It has been awhile since I went out with them. Feel like I have been neglecting them. Initially didnt want to go because I have lots of things to do, with TKD trainin the next day and also to get ready for Spec Coz. But still I made time for my friends. (So guys dont say I dont make time you guys ah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok meet up with the guys at Jurong East around 1.30pm, I tot I was late but surprisingly I was 1st. haha. Soon all came Fidi, Sham, Rey, Zulhakim, Rudy and Fizz. Head down to Plaza Singapura Carrefour to stock up on supplies. Then guys were kinda a bit disorganise, so I had to step in. Bought drinks, bread, some spreads like tuna and nutella. They even bought cup noodles. But the problem is where to get hot water. They said its possible so ok its up to them to decide not me. Im not stayin overnight. Oh yeah saw Nadya at Carrefour. At last after numerous trips to PS Carrefour finally get to meet her. She's ok lah. Cute but short. haha sorry girl juz statin the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gettin our supplies, took bus 36 i think, forgot the number to Parkway Parade. Then we walked down to ECP. Everyone was kinda tired of carrying the tent, so It was passed to me. Wore it like a backpack on my front. So I look like some kind of robot. With my Deuter bag at my back and the tent on my front. Haha. At last after a long walk we found a perfect spot near the mcdonalds area. Which is good, toilet is near and so is the bike rental. Set up the tent. Then changed for fun. But before that we were all famished. Ate some of our ration then we had our fun. Didnt felt like swimming, so I juz stayed on dry land. Plus I was wearing gee pants. Zul is also in TKD so we decide to try some stunts. I forgot my camera damn nvm. Sham brought his but batt low. Wah wasnt really our day. Manage to take a few pictures before the batt died. Nearby some girls were bbqing. And being boys haha. Disturb them a bit. Had lots of fun. Made a sandcastle. Soon it was almost evening. Rented bikes for overnight for $10. It was a good bargain man. Overnight for $10. Overnight means 10plus hours. We calculated, we juz paid 75cents for 1 hour while others paid 6 for 1 hour. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last 9pm came. I bade my compatriots farewell and head home. Reached home in time to watch O.C (thank god) Showered then went to sleep. Woke up slighty late this morning But wasnt late for Friday prayers. Now am home after prayers updating my blog. Will eat lunch then get ready for TKD. Will ask for an early exit for I will hav to book before 10pm tonight for Spec coz. PLus will hav to book out Saturday night because for the Whompoa Tourny on Sunday. Then after the tourny hav to book in again for camp. Haiz so busy. Plus family wont be home. They will be in Johor. Ok lah wanna eat before going. So yeah will take a break from blogging and will be back on tuesday. So for my regular fans out there juz bear with it. Oh yeah anyway I'll update thru Sms. So juz check out my PHLOGGER. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108693786517825119?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108693786517825119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108693786517825119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/06/brudders-of-dizturbance-overnight-at.html' title='The Brudders of Dizturbance Overnight at ECP'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108653432264785631</id><published>2004-06-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:05:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another BBQ</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had yet another BBQ. At Pasir Ris Downtown East chalet. This time its with old neighbours. Its been a long time since I've seen them. The last time would have been in Sec 1 or rather at the end or my Primary 6. Not all could make it though. But still it was a happy reunion. Seeing old faces again. The parents we hugging, laughin havin load of fun. The children however. That is me and the other neighbour kids, we lets say a little shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fathers were the relax kind. Had the usual gathering of fathers at 1 table with their drinks and food talkin bout general stuff like soccer, the economy and other stuffs. The mothers in the other hand were the noisy bunch. Laughing loudly, making jokes obviously they were talkin bout memories. Use to remember the times where, after school all the mothers would gather under the block while waitin for us to come home. The mothers would sit and chit chat at the stone tables. The same stone tables, where we would have "mini-picnics", birthday parties or juz the usual after school chit chat session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being there last night among the familiar sounds, I could really imagine myself back to the good old days. Except this time, the kids are all grown up. Yesterday, Suransi, Moransi, the 3 brothers whom I forgot their names, my sisters and me, we basically the only ones left. The rest couldnt make it. So yeah there use to be a whole bunch of us, playin together. Me, Hidir, Khairi, Moransi, the 3 brothers, Abg Bobo, Shidah, Suransi, Mariani, my sisters and few others I reckon except I hav forgotten them. Sorry If I left anyone out its not intentionally. We were an ok bunch, grew up together. Got scolded together. I remember 1 incident where me and Khairi got caught for stealing. Well yeah sometimes we were a little on the havoc side. We werent let off easily anyway that was in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah last night was a total different in the kids section. Well except I see my childhood now in Syarah. She didnt hav any problem mixing with the smaller younger additions to the club. whom were still babies when I was playin with their older siblings. Syarah met new frens. All the moms were teasin me and Suran. Since we were the Same age all. And we had a rather interesting history together. I'll spare the details. But let me tell you our relationship aint pretty. Lets say it was a constant battle between the titans. So yeah we were teased non-stop. Moran in the other hand, Well he use to be the lets say a cry baby. But yesterday, he's all grown up. In fact he's playin for the Singapore under 14 Soccer team. Way to go Moran. and did I mention change so much In appearence I mean. Until the extent of my sister sayin "He's so cute". Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on was force to go for a walk with Suran. Yeah but we didnt walk far juz a few blocks away and sat down(She said she was tired haha) for a chat to catch up with each other. Sat and talked till our moms smsed us, sayin they gonna make a move. So walked back the the bbq pit and bade our farewells. Moms were hugging again. Dads being cool juz salam and said goodbye. I even got help from Uncle Sanip(father of the 3 brothers) for my drivin license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home quite late almost 1. Then slept woke up early this morning for pattern trainin. My whole team didnt turn up in the end i juz slack without doing anything while the other team sweat it out. After trainin, played RISK 2021 A.D. version with Rikki, Sebastion, Din, Yun Jie and Me. Played till bout 7 and then head home. Had Dinner with Din at Banquet not the Jurong Point 1 but at the Jurong West Market near Din's house. Had fish and chips. Wanted to pack Carrot cake for tonight's match, France vs Ukraine but decided not 2. So now am home, finish showering, watched Harry Potter and now updating me blog. Haiz thats bout it then. ciao.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah will update the pics for the BBQ, so just check the links for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108653432264785631?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108653432264785631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108653432264785631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/06/yet-another-bbq.html' title='Yet another BBQ'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108618417701299483</id><published>2004-06-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:15:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ at East Coast</title><content type='html'>     Today 2 June, Went to East Coast for a BBQ with Moi Cousins and Families. But its only 3 Families ah. The best part is Abang Hamza is there. So it adds a bit of punch to the outing. Woke up pretty early around 8 to get ready. Meet up at Abang Hamza's house. From there we head off to East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 11, but couldnt find a parking lot at carpark F2. There seem to be a lot of people today due to the public holiday. In the end we had to change our destination to Carpark D2. The toilet aint as nice as at F2 though, but still its better than havin none. Set up the tent and the bbq pit. Syarah couldnt wait to swim so she went in first with Wak Abbas. At least there is someone to look out for her. Dad, Pak Wee and Me started the fire. Forgot to check for firestarters so we end up with only 1. But we manage to set it up. Had to get back to basics. Used coconut husk and anything thats burns easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate first before taking a plunge. Waited for Abang Hamza. Soon both of us plus my sisters and Abang Ain were splashing away. Kak Ana couldnt join us since she's in her 7 months pregnantcy. Mom, Mak Lim and Mak Nyah just sat and ate at the tent area. We had fun. Abang Hamza was his funny self. Always making fun and jokes to make us laugh. Actually we make a good pair. Me and him. He does part time Dj during wedding ceremonies and also at Malay village during the weekends. We gave me his card and ask me along to help him with his DJ-ing. Sounds like a good idea so I agreed plus I could use some extra income. Ok back to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam, eat, swam, eat and swam. Practically thats wat we did the whole day. Except the time they buried me and turned me into a mermaid haha. You can check out the pictures taken thru the link below under pictures. Not much pictures though. Mom wasnt a good photographer plus i was busy swimmin and eating hehe. Around 4plus decided that we had enough plus the foods almost gone. So we showered and changed. Was already clean and fresh when Dad asked me to clean the BBQ pit. Now this is when I get really pissed. I was wearing jeans and a white polo tee. Plus i tot we could wash it in the toilet but scared the debries would choked up the sink, So dad told me to wash it in the ocean. Not one to argue so I took the whole pit down to the sea. Rolled up my jeans and started scrubbing the pit with the sand and rinse it with the salt water. I guess the sea wasnt that forgiving. They splash we with full force. The bottom part of my jeans were fully wet and My white tee were covered with brown spots due to the dirt mixing with the water. Was damn frustrated. Luckily I had an extra t-shirt underneath. Took the pit back up shore. Abang Hamza saw my expression and quicky help, Dad too. I heard someone said I look frustrated. And Damn right they are. Change to my extra t shirt. But had to go home in my wet jeans No choice bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bade farewell to my cousins and Aunties and headed home. Dad asked whether we wanted to go for an early dinner. I didnt say anything. Sensing my predicament, they decided to head home. Well reached home showere again and now felt fresh again. Watched Ghostbusters 2 and now updating my blog. Fiz msg me. Well Fiz I think ur handle urslef ok with the conversation. There's nothing wrong with your answers. Liz too msg me. To you my dear there's no need to apologise. Now it seems everyone thinks im a stalker. I know that you mean no harm in askin "why? Nak stalk ke?" those were your exact words. To prove it i still have the sms. But let me tell you, in fact not you only ah to everyone who knows me. Do you know the meaning of "Stalker" here let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stalker"&lt;br /&gt;- One who Stalks&lt;br /&gt;and what is "Stalk"&lt;br /&gt;- To follow or observe (a person) persistently, especially out of obsession or derangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that you know the meaning of stalker. What is ur judgement? Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Obviously its bad right. Am I a bad person? Ok nobody is perfect, I do had my bad point. But am I really a bad person? "To follow or observe a person persistently" Am I following Liz around? Am I observing her 24hours a day? Ask yourself this 2 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that I keep sms and conversations from her. Why? It is because of obsession? Again do you know the meaning of obsession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obsession"&lt;br /&gt;- Compulsive preoccupation with a fixed idea or an unwanted feeling or emotion, often accompanied by symptoms of anxiety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I obsessed with this girl? You ask me. Now obsess is a rather deep word. If I were obsess with her. Wouldnt I be keepin tabs on her? Everyday I would know where she goes, what she eats, what she does. Now do i do that? Plus I dont even know her address more of less know her father's name. Ok I do know where she stays but i dunno her address. I know that her father works at the cable car station and nothing more. Now the reason why I keep her sms and the conversations. For the simple reasons of memories sake. I'll never know when is the last time Im gonna chat or sms her. It is true that I like her. Im sorry if you have to read all this again Liz. But it has to come out. I cant stand being call a stalker or havin an obsession. Even if it comes from my bestfriends. I dont want to blow up right at that point when they call me those. First I would be makin a scene, second I dont like to argue or fight, third they are my frens I know that they mean no harm Lastly I come from a good family whom hav thought me good values and I dont want to shame them. I keep quiet and dont show my emotions. But there is a limit to my endurance to all these nonsense. So please before you guys say anything please once or twice is ok. But when everyone starts to call me that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We friends know the true story and know that its a joke. But how about other people who hears this. What would they think of me? They dunno the story behind it. So please, it effects me and my family. I dont mind being the victim, but if my family is involve. No matter if ur my bestfriend or you saved my life once, you hav to deal with the concequenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys I hope you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Din, Fiz, Mif and the rest of my tkd bros. Sorry if I had offend you guys in anyway. And if you guys ever think of callin me or rather anyone the "S" word. Please think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Liz. I know that you dont like to read bout yourself here, but things are gettin outta hand and I had to settle it. I guess from what I wrote you might hav realise something. Anyway, I would like to apologise If i had offended you again. from this entry. I knoe you meant no harm. But there's a limit to one's tolerance. You should understand this more than anyone else, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats bout it for this entry. will blog in soon. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108618417701299483?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108618417701299483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108618417701299483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/06/bbq-at-east-coast.html' title='BBQ at East Coast'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108602346884868208</id><published>2004-05-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:11:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends Come and Go, But the memories remain"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Fiz had an open house. Kinda a small celebration for completing his Poly education and a step closer to manhood(NS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pattern trainin that morning. Was damn sleepy because the fatigue was still there from the Airborne selection on Saturday. Luckily this time, Sir Elmo is takin us instead of MOFO. After trainin head home to shower. Then at 2 went out again to meet up with Din and Fiz at Jurong East. Had a little miscommunication. I came too early. So was stuck up at the platform for them to come. I guess god must have pitied me and grant me some entertainment. The station was suddenly filled with people and hav i mention pretty girls. Which bring me to sing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do girls suddenly appear? Everytime I am near. Just like You, they long to be close to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nah just kidding. Was bored thats all. Played with little child too. haha sooo cute. Then Din arrived. Fiz was nowhere to be found. So we waited for him. Din wanted to go off 1st and said we could meet him over at Sembawang. But I insist on waiting. And boy I was right. Fiz did came at last but he called us to come down and take the cab with him. So yeah Me and Din save some money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver we had, was an old chinese man. Funny man I tell you. Like to talk. Thru out the whole journey he talked to us. Was talkin bout soccer when he said something bout Fandi marrying Wendy Jacabs. He suggest why dont we play soccer, maybe we could get a british woman. Din, Fiz and Me end up laughing. Then Din ask the driver. European woman good or not. Guess what he said. He said he haven try. But his fren try before and its loose. OH MY GOD.... I burst out man. Here we are 18 yr olds. Well actually im the 18. Din is 17 and Fiz is 20. But still here we are obviously underage and this cad driver is talkin bout *beep* and *beep*(sorry need to be censored coz i hav underage audience coming to my blog. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Fiz's place am glad to get out of the cab. The conversation's getting out of hand. Anyway, Din and Me we the 1st to arrive. Surprise surprise. Fiz's Mom address me by name. She remembers. Im impress. Din and Me help ourself to the food and played the Xbox. Next Mif and Shah arrived. After them was Some of Fiz'z chinese frens. So I decided to move into Fiz's room. So that he got 1 less person to entertain. Im ok with it. Din join me. While Mif, Shah and the Chinese guys had their turn on the xbox. Din and me had a talk again bout you know who. Well been thinkin bout wat Din said. Maybe I should take a break. But I tell you if i did take a break. I give myself only a week, maybe less. Haiz. Dunno lah. Nvm back to the subject. Bob and his Gf finally arrived. Then out of the blue Eli came 2. Haha. Fiz is all fidgity and excited. I can tell. Am happy for him. His mother also excited. haha. Then join Fiz frens a little outside. Got to know the chinese guys. Nice bunch also. Slowly all start to go home. 1st up Bob and his GF. then it was Eli, then the chn guys. We went home last. Bade Fiz farewell. and off we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad makin a fuss already. And i hate that. Kinda protest though. I know its a sin. But haiz. I dunno lah. Anyway, reach home Dad asleep, Mom in a bad mood. scolding Syarah. I tried to avoid any confrontation and juz kept quiet. Showered and went straight to bed. Cant really sleep. Been thinkin bout wat Din said to me. Haiz nvm. Force myself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nothing much. Stayed home the whole day. Oh ya. Fiz needs my help. Gotta run. He confessing to Eli. Will blog in later. So ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108602346884868208?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108602346884868208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108602346884868208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/05/friends-come-and-go-but-memories.html' title='&quot;Friends Come and Go, But the memories remain&quot;'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646564.post-108584709088635727</id><published>2004-05-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T00:11:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I was not meant to Fly.....</title><content type='html'>Haiz today was the selection for the Airborne coz. And Yup you guess it, I didnt make it. They were looking for the best and I wasnt the best. But i gave my all. I knew i did. Because. I cant hold up my hand for more than 30 seconds. Out of desperation, I force 6 chin ups in 1 minute. That was after 30(I dare say, I did more) push ups. Oh man I was frustrated. The tested kept shouting, "NO COUNT!!! NO COUNT!!! NO COUNT!!!". All because my chest never touch his hand. So i end up doing more than 30 push ups. As for the pull ups, only 2 was counted. Argh. The other 4, wasnt counted because they say my body wasnt straight. F*%$ ah. Complain and out came Major Ah Tee. He ask wats wrong and the 2LT who tested me explain. He took 1 look at me, shook his head and said "Come back next year". What the!!!!! After that comment, I didnt had any mood to run my 2.4km. Although I did manage to clear it under 12mins. I knew I wasnt gonna get selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. I tell myself. Next year is gonna be different. SCLT MUHAMMAD SYAFIQ is gonna come back with a vengence. Do or Die im gonna earn that WINGS. Or rather, maybe its all written by god that Im not suppose to go this year. Maybe next year. GOtta start trainin now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior who came along too didnt get thru. So after the selection, to burn away the frustration, we went to Far East for dinner and then went to play some pool at Cineleisure. OK lah. Had fun. Saw some cute, beautiful and pretty girls. Had fun playin pool. Practice a few trick shots. Didnt really work haha. But nonetheless, we forget our misery. Aye am tired. Arms aching. Tml gotta wake up early for Pattern practice. Our tournament is in 2 weeks time, so gotta prepare. I hope this time I win something. Not like in IVP. Then later in the Evenin gonna head down to Hafiz's house for some food and games. Haha like funfair. Anyway till next time. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646564-108584709088635727?l=theincredibleme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108584709088635727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646564/posts/default/108584709088635727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theincredibleme.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-guess-i-was-not-meant-to-fly.html' title='I guess I was not meant to Fly.....'/><author><name>Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06002953331591451651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
