<?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-34674087</id><updated>2012-01-25T05:45:52.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L i f e  t h r o u g h  l i g h t  s p e c t r u m</title><subtitle type='html'>a cure for a disease called paranoia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-819383409622461677</id><published>2011-05-28T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:23:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking the birds of ill omen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stroll under this moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;might bring no harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but bruises my impulses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a feeling not perceived before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;igniting the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;knowing of the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that might scar during the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;selfless, but well worth for stars to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;envious thoughts now fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heart gasping for air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a sudden rush in the bloodstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inevitable knowing of the hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your eyes are set to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those smile are enough to incite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every single touch kills me slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the concealed truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pretense so the heart feel safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wishing that is not how it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but beyond it seems bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;content with transient joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;miracle might happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it would be contempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a cheater you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a stabber i am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inhale the familiar taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;encase them in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so this would last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a delusive illusion to live on for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYPgRdmo_F0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2011/05/stroll-under-this-moonlight-might-bring.html' title='seeking the birds of ill omen'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-7221797131155557529</id><published>2011-05-11T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:56:26.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear skies of empty hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encasing my thoughts, i still wonder o' Pythia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is the true nature of this abundance of sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No wrong was made right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All right made to believe as wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did it even matter to mend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did it even wanted to be mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A monument was built of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In stone and carves, like you prophesied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tell me, what lesson had i learned now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What wrong have i done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To make all wrongs right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XyqmDxRiZwQ" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="385"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-7221797131155557529?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7221797131155557529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=7221797131155557529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7221797131155557529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7221797131155557529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2011/05/clear-skies-of-empty-hearts.html' title='clear skies of empty hearts'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XyqmDxRiZwQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-3535916772784310847</id><published>2011-05-02T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T12:35:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distorted panoramic view of eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2:30am, mission impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;slip out of your skin, take a shot with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bring closer so i can taste your affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a taste so foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost drowned in pool of fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kill my obsession, burn my desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;end those thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and drift them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;towards conformity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brush them forth and make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to have a glimpse on a view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a view so perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it matches my delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;half way there turn on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;drop the guard, but don't sound the alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fear it is wrong, but know it feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;giving in to the taste of foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shovel away the guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trust me and I'll bring you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eden the realm you've been longing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the paradise you might never imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;final shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so it will take me there again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wishing Apocalypse is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so Eden should not be far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep your calm, walk the steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling wrong is inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eden was real, but not you&lt;/span&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;here is a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f0pdwd0miqs" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-3535916772784310847?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3535916772784310847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=3535916772784310847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3535916772784310847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3535916772784310847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2011/05/distorted-panoramic-view-of-eden.html' title='distorted panoramic view of eden'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f0pdwd0miqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-3002860958811795653</id><published>2011-01-03T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:50:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember kissing on perfection's cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had some sleep last night, just to be awakened by my ever grumbling tummy at 5am. i scratched my hips as i walk down to my parent's kitchen. i grabbed a glass and filled it up with some juice and went to the table and started flipping through yesterday's newspaper. i had the shock of my life seeing something i have not seen in a very long time. it was a picture of me and MM circa 2004. tears rolled down my cheek (crap, not so tuff now!) i couldn't even decide if i was happy or sad. happy to see a picture of her; sad of knowing everything perfect in your life came to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn son. now i wonder how that photo got there. it was arranged perfectly in a spot that i would find. i was checking around, and it looks like my dad put it there as he was cleaning up a couple of my boxes in the store. I didn't even know i had the picture in the box. what a way to start new year huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i marched to my laptop and started cyber stalking her. hahaha how low would i go even as i have her number imprinted in my head till today. no one can escape the cyberspace.. you are bound to leave some footprint behind. i hit the jackpot when i found picture of her in white kebayas. she looked amazing and even more stunning than the bride. now i have a weak knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you were perfect for me, yet you weren't mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;should i just give up assuming that nothing can ever.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, it started to rain heavily and crap! it is 12:30pm. i am going to try to sleep now. when i wake up something magical better happen to drag me out of this MELodrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uStigQpBI4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uStigQpBI4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-3002860958811795653?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3002860958811795653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=3002860958811795653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3002860958811795653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3002860958811795653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-remember-kissing-on-perfections-cheek.html' title='i remember kissing on perfection&apos;s cheek'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-8541617034076298945</id><published>2010-08-18T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:23:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet quiet scream scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;time 11:38am.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda hit me that life is not as simple as how it goes in "Scrubs" or "That 70's Show."&lt;br /&gt;If it did, everything would have had a better plot than how it is now. As much as i wish it was much like tv series than reality, i just want my equilibrium back. A point where i am familiar and feel sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time 11:43am.&lt;br /&gt;my current workload in the office is as busy as the the traffic from work back home. either way in office or on my way back home you can say that i am stuck. frick me. making myself a cuppa coffee. brb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time 12:00pm&lt;br /&gt;back. i'm sleepy and still my mind wants to think of my current hatred. my boss if you are reading this, i am so pissed at a worker that is misusing the office telephone for long distance calls during work hours. oh, better still, now this person upgraded to webcam chat and hooked on to it during work hours. dear boss, terminate.......!  i don't want to be the whistle blower, but heck, i am so pissed to see this person enjoying life when the others and i busting our asses day in day out when this person neglecting their responsibilities. big frick to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time 12:14pm&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation. "people can be nice and scary at the same time." i don't want to elaborate, but i know many could relate to this sentence. all i want to do right now is be under a beach umbrella with my ipod on and listening to maybe Koop - Koop Island and just watch the open sea. sounds fun eh, yea for me at this given time. oh heck, it is raining outside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, i must get some shut eye. i must and i insist. hehe. here is this month's tune. till we speak again... booyakasha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEwxW5INakc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEwxW5INakc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-8541617034076298945?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8541617034076298945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=8541617034076298945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/8541617034076298945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/8541617034076298945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiet-quiet-scream-scream.html' title='quiet quiet scream scream'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-396103053897074792</id><published>2010-07-16T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:20:43.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ain't always sunny over my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are here because two person name micheal or zara let you on the news that one of your friend has a blog, you might have arrived at wrong site. i've been receiving several hate mails regarding this person who might share the same name as me, and criticizing on why this person owns a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, stop writing and search elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you are hallucinating. here are some of the hate mails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dude, i can't believe u write a blog, are you a queer or something?"&lt;/span&gt; - by rockdude127&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't you have anything better to do than write trash? i can't believe this is you writing!" - &lt;/span&gt;by n00b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm not proud to know you now, you make me sick!@!#" - &lt;/span&gt;by S!nn3rz_9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you got the wrong person......tata&lt;br /&gt;while you are here. enjoy this music video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pV-eSndnhKs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pV-eSndnhKs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-396103053897074792?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/396103053897074792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=396103053897074792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/396103053897074792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/396103053897074792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-aint-always-sunny-over-my-side.html' title='it ain&apos;t always sunny over my side.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-8738546665713073523</id><published>2010-07-08T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:53:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeg virkelig savner deg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waking up extra early before i am supposed to (at this point i also realized that my blog entries are mostly about hate). if i do wake up earlier, my mind would drift as i laze on the bed. i hate drifting - mainly because things like this are bound to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today it took me by surprise that after a very long time, i missed MM. i had no idea why. i've lost this person from my life somewhere 5 years ago, and ever since i have not made much contact or know her whereabouts. out of curiosity, i boarded on a journey (journey? more like stalking) to run a simple gooooogle search on MM. i got no results. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tough luck. why am i so curious? why did i remembered? why do i have this weird feeling in my gut again? i wish i had answers, but being me i'd just ignore all these by the end of the day, knowing nothing much that i can do. in five years, i have not bumped into her once, and she lives nearby - yet i always bump into morons that i do not want to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, i gotta let this go! change topic, World Cup? I swear that bloody "psychic"octopus Paul has been getting more publicity than winning teams, and now the Germans are sending death threats to this octopus (they probably want Paul on their sushi or something) for predicting their loss in the semi-finals. funny funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man vs octopus. we've seen that in spiderman 2, didn't we? how did that end again?  oh quick update, i got a raise! no, i don't mean that kinda raise you idiot, i've been promoted. i guess all my hard work paid off and now this new role is more challenging, but i don't see a problem in getting through it. so now i can save up for that holiday i had been longing for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yea, i'm leaving now and with MM on my mind and ending this post with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b8brVSAAQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b8brVSAAQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-8738546665713073523?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8738546665713073523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=8738546665713073523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/8738546665713073523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/8738546665713073523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/jeg-virkelig-savner-deg.html' title='jeg virkelig savner deg'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-4332746949773356305</id><published>2010-06-10T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:00:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail you, the emperor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who just jumps into the bandwagon and starts hating others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;your reasons for hating someone should be justified. hating someone blindly is just plain dumb, even dumberer if you hate someone because your entourage does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i for once never asked anyone to start hating others just because i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just plain shallow. if i dislike someone, that's just my own personal issue. it's just funny when the whole entourage gives you the evil eyes just because you are not talking to one person. drastically weird and an act of "i need to grow up".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reason you may ask, for hating someone? i never ever liked someone who i am attached to lie to me. that is the worst thing u can ever do to me. lie. the second bad-wrong thing you could do to earn my ultra hate level is to be pretentious. it always get me wondering who you were all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the third bad-wrong that could instigate my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot peri-peri&lt;/span&gt;" hate level is to ignore the situation (as well as myself) and behave as if nothing happened. sorry i am not dumb. yes i am jealous, but i starve no longer for your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;u can write all the remarks you want, tell any "created" versions as you like la, i am just here to do my duty and be gone. mean no trouble. i had enough trouble this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wotaEqL2mzI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wotaEqL2mzI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-4332746949773356305?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4332746949773356305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=4332746949773356305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4332746949773356305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4332746949773356305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-hail-you-emperor.html' title='all hail you, the emperor.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-1459350062702342365</id><published>2010-04-21T13:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:26:17.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace the silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;this is absurd. oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;i beg your pardon? i did what?&lt;br /&gt;apparently rumours went on that ended with an awesome twist. and listening to this made me throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know. many things are making sense now. puzzle are being put to pieces. people seriously, rumours about others are not funny. it is harmful. stop spreading them, or ask, and you might get an answer. these rumours are being manufactured with perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exploits. i had no idea words spread fast and harsh. who started it, i have no idea. maybe these people are attracted to juicy gossips. learn to not trust everything you hear. analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother (yes my maternal mom) did not raise me to be an asshole. i was raised to treat people with respect, especially ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scumbag. i will wish hard that all your mouths get sewn shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjVzqkSoAls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjVzqkSoAls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-1459350062702342365?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1459350062702342365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=1459350062702342365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1459350062702342365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1459350062702342365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/04/embrace-silence.html' title='embrace the silence'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-4949007332453133969</id><published>2010-04-17T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:12:20.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken are meant to be broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself, go straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i never listened. again religiously glued in front of my computer writing.&lt;br /&gt;what good shall come out of this? wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choke on my own thoughts. this is horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;i leaped and ran miles away, only to return in devotion.&lt;br /&gt;this is a distress call to put everything to an end.&lt;br /&gt;o'ye i need solace, stop this torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fury gardens my passion.&lt;br /&gt;my passion to rediscover.&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is to beat norm and cross the uncharted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, if you hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;save us, save us from ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEXiXaYhw6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEXiXaYhw6E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/revolvers-hottest-chicks-in-metal/1627628/4449392/photo.jhtml"&gt;Maria Brink&lt;/a&gt;, you are a perfect female homosapien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-4949007332453133969?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4949007332453133969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=4949007332453133969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4949007332453133969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4949007332453133969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='broken are meant to be broken.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-4965323208666816611</id><published>2010-04-12T08:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:47:12.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>understanding the logic of crocodiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate writing. maybe i should stop writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these writings are fueled by angst. it is dead wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today is the day my mind spoke to me in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of disintegrating illusions from a perfect score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;also a day of teachings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that not all things being equaled with our delusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and these freaking delusions ends with remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want out. for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;this time i will try. ending this monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;new breed of hope, a new breath of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;i whisper to myself, a new hobby / interest?&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbird are go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about a new illusion? i found one yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;almost as sweet as the smell i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;almost as entrancing as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;the same intense heartbeat as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a divine theory i discovered.&lt;br /&gt;never knowing something till you actually find out.&lt;br /&gt;but i ask myself, what worth the discovery?&lt;br /&gt;or will it ponder another great downfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surrender. it will come when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;streaming preciously, to where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khairmZadHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khairmZadHg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Maria Brink - marry me!&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/34674087-4965323208666816611?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4965323208666816611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=4965323208666816611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4965323208666816611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4965323208666816611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/04/understanding-logic-of-crocodiles.html' title='understanding the logic of crocodiles.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-7844690188792246089</id><published>2010-04-09T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:21:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pants on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liar. My instinct never failed me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7qt6VZXQl0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7qt6VZXQl0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/34674087-7844690188792246089?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7844690188792246089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=7844690188792246089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7844690188792246089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7844690188792246089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/04/pants-on-fire.html' title='pants on fire'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-3435501659371291717</id><published>2010-03-23T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:08:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the sea breeze hits my lungs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the best song ever written by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Architects&lt;/span&gt; - Hollow Crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" id="realText"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There, there must be&lt;br /&gt;An  easier way&lt;br /&gt;To release these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I  need your voice&lt;br /&gt;To hold my head together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I  need your voice&lt;br /&gt;To lift my lonely state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You, you can but wait&lt;br /&gt;for  me to return&lt;br /&gt;For me to show you how I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These wounds have bled&lt;br /&gt;And  pages fly by&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you right by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, so far from home&lt;br /&gt;I  need your voice&lt;br /&gt;To hold my head together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, So far from home&lt;br /&gt;I  need your voice&lt;br /&gt;To lift my lonely state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh there must be&lt;br /&gt;An  easier way&lt;br /&gt;Oh there must be&lt;br /&gt;An easier way&lt;br /&gt;Oh there must be&lt;br /&gt;An  easier way&lt;br /&gt;To release these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the sea breeze hits my  lungs&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;To where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the sea breeze hits my  lungs&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;To where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; border-left: 1px dotted silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the sea breeze hits my  lungs&lt;br /&gt;It takes me back to where I belong&lt;br /&gt;To where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1ixsLWFC5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1ixsLWFC5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-3435501659371291717?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3435501659371291717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=3435501659371291717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3435501659371291717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3435501659371291717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-sea-breeze-hits-my-lungs.html' title='As the sea breeze hits my lungs...'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-9095135972663856120</id><published>2010-03-21T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:14:11.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue of the dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday in many years, I had to meet my "shrink". I remember the last time I had my session was when I was trying to detach M2M. Among the words he uttered were, "Sudah terkena baru nak datang kah?" After approximately 2 hours, he concluded this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Being too nice = boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * A dark attitude = scary not mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Succumbing = Lack self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Provider = No stance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Always giving = always wanting later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Straightforward = Not thrilling, also predictable and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Opening up too much = Problematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Diplomatic = Equal attention. (is that wrong?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Focused and serious = Boring and unadventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Logic = Unimaginative, also unadventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Compliant = Lack of self worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Intuitive = Freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Convenient = Needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    * Cowardice = Low self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With concluding this he said, "Now go beat yourself up so that you will never forget this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside he probably thought, "What a loser!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep inside he might have thought, "Oh please, you thought you could have pulled if off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a video as usual, to portray my fragments in the form of audio video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSRZRhGKSwM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSRZRhGKSwM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/34674087-9095135972663856120?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9095135972663856120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=9095135972663856120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9095135972663856120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9095135972663856120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/dialogue-of-dead.html' title='Dialogue of the dead.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-1161983332430771121</id><published>2010-03-12T16:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:41:33.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can count the stars that disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like writing so much now. It is 5p.m Friday and I need to sleep as in a few hours I would need to work almost two shifts. Things has been very confusing this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The continuation of this rambling will continue in a jiffy.. stay tuned. (I seriously think this blog has only one or two readers, might have stumbled here by mistake.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was having brunch with a close friend (two days later from the above pause), and we were talking about our age. Like what the hell, when did we grow up so soon? We didn't even realize time passing by us. This left us pondering on what else is left for us? To me age has always been another number, some might say i get paranoid, but i'm not. Never have i acted my age before - always having fun, and taking things easy. So this could be just the right time to push things a few notch higher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ridiculous, success if for those who stay and fight, so that is so what i am going to do. I want to achieve a lot and i just have a couple more years to do it, so this means being bit more driven and composed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey have you ever thought about how much someone you weren't really close before this could have so much impact on you recently. Crazy? I feel this is getting crazy. An ounce of sadness fills in when you know pulling this together is almost impossible. Leave it as it is and embrace? oh crap the agony. I somehow prefer someone smashing a hammer down my skull than going through this uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If only you could see.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How now brown cow? go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouh, I want to talk about a book i finished reading a couple of months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/S5y-8wWavPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2VLyHqoCeQ/s1600-h/9780552774567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/S5y-8wWavPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2VLyHqoCeQ/s200/9780552774567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448439600191814898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title of the book is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Small World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by the author called Matt Beaumont. I actually won a 100 bucks MPH voucher after being called employee of the month in my office. I never read much books, just a couple of them here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when I was told I am going to be posted for month in Chicago, I needed something to read in the boring 12 hours flight. I was in MPH trying to pick up a book, i browsed randomly and the title of this book caught my eyes. (This proves judging a book by its cover could also be a good thing) So I paid for it (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;more like vouchered it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) and read on my 12 hours never ending journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(note: the two girls on the book cover had nothing to do with my decision as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This book accompanied me for an entire month. The story was about a a handful of characters who somehow were interconnected with each other - adapting the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Six Degrees of Separation&lt;/span&gt; theory. At first I had a hard time trying to keep up with the characters involved and it was a bit confusing to relate them. However, as things progressed, I never wanted to put this book down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A long the way, you would feel that this story is a bit predictable, and could have predicted the ending of this story. Maybe you could relate to something in the movies. But Beaumont's twist in the end just makes this book more interesting than it already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beaumont had put a lot of daily humor in this book, which was also a key point that kept me going. Also the characters in this story are the everyday people that you might have bumped into, without knowing how could you be linked to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;video trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of this book! Awesome ain't it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bytq7XqUqBQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bytq7XqUqBQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-1161983332430771121?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1161983332430771121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=1161983332430771121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1161983332430771121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1161983332430771121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-can-count-stars-that-disappear.html' title='We can count the stars that disappear'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/S5y-8wWavPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2VLyHqoCeQ/s72-c/9780552774567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-9079117455903581635</id><published>2010-02-11T12:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:38:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Made Outta Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a simple word with many use. i normally say crack for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the real crack is when it feels like you are sitting in an actual crack and the walls are being closed in day after day. that is so crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup i agree that made not much sense anyways. true true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imagine sitting in a room with everything you have, but yet still you feel the that the walls are closing in on you. You have nowhere to run or hide. Helpless. The only thing you can do is to embrace this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still trying to explain the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is what i feel day in day out. I wake up to my robotic empire life. get dressed and hit the roads. work and have some fun in the office (i always try to) and return to this room - which has everything but still feels nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melodramatic? oh yes i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so come weekend, i am too tired to do stuffs. mostly try to go out and have some fun, but end up doing the same thing again and again. rarely something exciting pops-out. not really complaining about this, but feel i need a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are we all trapped in a fixed systematic life pattern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When would dreams be made? i work hard enough, just waiting for the right time. to execute what dreams were made of. will happiness come, or will it end in another systematical pattern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have no idea. i hate thinking, sometimes i try to let these things go. but today i just had to think about my future - and all these happened while i were playing a round of futsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before i take my leave, my routine music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAhXWEloWLU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAhXWEloWLU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-9079117455903581635?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9079117455903581635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=9079117455903581635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9079117455903581635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9079117455903581635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-made-outta-nothing.html' title='Something Made Outta Nothing'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-1060315952410384585</id><published>2010-01-29T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:40:05.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Mistake</title><content type='html'>Not many things in life can make my mood go downstream.&lt;br /&gt;I always knew how to keep myself upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow this past couple of week, as I was prancing through life gracefully (tra.la.la.la) there were a few mentions about you. Why on gods given earth would someone tell me about you. There are only a few things that in this world that could make my limbs go numbs - and one of that has always been you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I started writing this, a very spontaneous question was asked about you. I loved remembering all those times we had, but some things are too painful to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My natural high did not sustain this hit of memories. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! It was at least 5 years ago, shouldn't I let this go by now?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why not. Will I dwell on the thoughts of you forever?&lt;br /&gt;So I sat and thought to myself - It was because you never gave me the closure. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Thank you *little pony*, you said it right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this writing a glimpse of my vulnerability? All I wanted to do was to banish you from my life and keep you at the same time. Confused? So am I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. I don't want another you, but I want someone way better than you, someone who keeps me laughing and keeps my energy going - and someone that will show me the way and sort me out, because you who shall not be named, did not finish what you started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, a song to show my current mood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcAT63V-bvM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YcAT63V-bvM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-1060315952410384585?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1060315952410384585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=1060315952410384585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1060315952410384585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1060315952410384585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-mistake.html' title='The Beautiful Mistake'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-5599024314245090676</id><published>2009-12-14T08:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:35:49.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure of the year that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;it is just another fortnight till the year 2009 comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;sadly i have not achieved much again this year, let alone accomplish goals that i've set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a decent holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously do. i just need to getaway. run-away from this madness.&lt;br /&gt;some time to restructure and align myself back, something like your car services. change some oil, tighten some screws - those kinda stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much to think.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, talk about office politics. these are the dying times. trust no one!&lt;br /&gt;i had enough, some may seem so nice to you but their only intentions are to get stories off your chest. crap. i abhor this, as when you work at the same place, you are bounded just like family. but nooo, we just had to make it a high-school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it fun.&lt;br /&gt;of course. i have a phd in this department. i know how to keep myself enthusiastic and eccentric all the time. i am going to keep it that way for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire.&lt;br /&gt;it has been one year, but looking into her eyes still makes me weak.&lt;br /&gt;yup it still does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MVS5njkx6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MVS5njkx6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-5599024314245090676?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5599024314245090676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=5599024314245090676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/5599024314245090676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/5599024314245090676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/closure-of-year-that-was.html' title='Closure of the year that was'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-3056502615718030323</id><published>2009-10-29T13:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:37:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust me i have no idea what to scribble here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pace.&lt;br /&gt;I swear upon the God of Thunder himself - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, it was moving slow like there was no tomorrow. Although, it has reached almost a full nail-biting year at this new company of mine, life in general has been moving real slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounds.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell no! Instead of losing precious kilos, I ended up gaining more. Come on I have my new "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" programmed into my head like coordinates on a GPS, and I need my weight lost pronto. This one is too precious to slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner.&lt;br /&gt;"I will have this one on-the-go please, sir!". As express as it came, things just did not work out. Maybe I rushed in too fast, and regretted having a partner. For all I know, this was not the one! So all aboard ship, we are seeking for the one, again! Singles may apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predilection.&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not, I have no idea what that means. I dictionary.com'ed the word bias and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;voilà! Yes about being bias, no I am so not! I favour the righteousness of things. So i lean towards those who are right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrayal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit down and wonder of what people see of me. Is it really that negative? or maybe am I just being over conscious. No matter what they do think of me, I always end up having a lot of fun - kudos to natural high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this. Leaving to Chicago soon for training, but not too happy. I don't want to be alone there and I hate being alone. I love being surrounded by fun people. Arghh, I just going to let this pass and get over this real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of writing is that I get to post my favourite tune of the moment. I love sharing my tunes. It enhances so much things in my life. And before I leave you guys with this song, today's show has been brought to you by the letter "P"&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/34674087-3056502615718030323?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3056502615718030323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=3056502615718030323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3056502615718030323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3056502615718030323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust-me-i-have-no-idea-what-to.html' title='trust me i have no idea what to scribble here.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-4764915575121249556</id><published>2009-04-11T11:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:34:41.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where nightmares and dreams comes together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the past decades I have always been temperamental. But this week had been different. I suppressed my temper and could not retaliate for reason I totally understood. It saddens me that I can't offer my defense, which I know will  come out as only cold temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I am glad. It was well taken and well absorbed, without me even lending a helping hand, or in this case without me swinging my fist around. I learned that I need to be patient today on. Maybe this way I might live longer. But I admit, it was challenging to watch from afar all that heat being thrown upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is why I prize. The calm and resilient spirit that I saw in that eyes, and I know it could withstand many more. If it was me, I would have showered a stinging rain towards this - a typical Scorpio. But somehow, it saddens me that I could not do it. Suppressing temper is not easy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guide me, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I learned to catch the softer sides of things. This is me at my worst, and also at my best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Now I sleep silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To wake up with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* My first post was actually a very destructive one, but I edited it into this, a more happier version.&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/34674087-4764915575121249556?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4764915575121249556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=4764915575121249556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4764915575121249556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4764915575121249556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-nightmares-and-dreams-comes.html' title='where nightmares and dreams comes together.'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-7550622959142044444</id><published>2009-04-04T16:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:34:27.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got myself in a headlock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work, work, and more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is how it has been lately. I as much as I am a famous whiner, this time I will not complaint much about the workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm just floating through like a dried leave blown away on autumn breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:18pm Saturday. Haven't slept in about 20 hours now.  I hate office politricks. As much as I despise it, it will never fade away and will always linger around me. Be part of the system or be totally annihilated. True enough. Jump in the bandwagon now or you shall be condemned. I just have no idea. It is a simple concept in the office, we have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; clan, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;clan and the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have no idea what is going out but I want to stay out of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play it safe, most of you would have chosen the third clan - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have no idea what is going out but I want to stay out of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clan. If you chose this, I am sorry people won't see you as a diplomat or a peacemaker... but more as a hypocrite or someone with no stance.  I am loquacious, thus I am the enemy to most eyes. In this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt; twenty&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* cough*&lt;/span&gt; six years living on planet earth, I've seen too many things to hate or love. In my past, I took things seriously and reacted boldly towards righteousness - only to later to find out that I've been fighting the battles with the wrong sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax. Observe. Listen. Learn. or ROLL as professor doctor&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me &lt;/span&gt;calls it. (hahahahaha, a new theory I made up for this post.) My first two weeks in the office, I did not have much friends. Everyone was pretty much busy with their own stuffs, so I did the ROLL.  Okla, I don't even recall what I wrote above, I think it was straight from the heart, and definitely if from me it is pretty much a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since lately I've been smiling a lot, allow me to leave you with my favourite single...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*drum rollls* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;headlock by Imogen Heap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait... due to certain computer glitch, i have this video clip on. What the heck, enjois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvyzXVC-POc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvyzXVC-POc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-7550622959142044444?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7550622959142044444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=7550622959142044444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7550622959142044444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7550622959142044444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-myself-in-headlock.html' title='I got myself in a headlock'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-3976246812431273860</id><published>2009-03-15T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:32:58.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;It's been what? 15 months since I last wrote something? Bloody hell. Ok I confess. I forgot I even had this blog. No seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed over the years. For once i think I gained like a gazillion pounds. Second I quit smoking for a year than came back smoking due to work-stress. Made new friends. Got closer to my old friends. Got a job as a copywriter, in a mobile content company then left it for a better paying job in a publishing company. All in all, I am a much happier person now. Uuuuuu, and I bought my first own car. Vroom Vroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are working right now, so everyone is pretty much busy during weekdays. However, we do meet up during most weekends. Cassandra is currently recording their first full-length, and expected to be released soon. I predict this will go BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still living with my parents. Goddamn, when am I moving out? I think not anytime soon. I love me parents. I work night shift. That explain my ability to fight crime when the city sleeps - just like the Dark Knight. Ok enough mengarut. Will write soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlPQF0ATGi8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlPQF0ATGi8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-3976246812431273860?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3976246812431273860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=3976246812431273860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3976246812431273860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/3976246812431273860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-return.html' title='My return'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-893915411800916172</id><published>2007-09-25T07:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:28:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hr@still-unemployed.com.my</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talk about stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing beats being unemployed and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; deciding on a career path to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I graduated a few months back and I totally failed to see this coming through. I was too busy anticipating on my long-awaited graduation. As for the final few months before I left my university, all I had in mind was that employment is gonna come through easy and quick as I was pretty sure that my bachelor's degree was unique and had the particular demand for it. But maybe I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Almost discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;I applied, applied and stopped applying and re-applied to almost anything that I can think off. (Well, mostly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also learned that you don't need to have a degree to be an entrepreneur. Talk about choosing majors! As much low esteemed I may seem, I'm not. I have something extraordinary. However, I still need to get employed! Passion to pay my bills as well. I altered  my  resume for about a few hundred times now,  thinking  something must be wrong with it.  Gosh, someone employ me. I can do  a bus load of stuffs.   Trust me, I won't be another guy on the couch in your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distress!&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'm on a highway and still contemplating on which exit to take.&lt;br /&gt;I now compare myself to others. Like why wasn't I a TV star or a professional football player. Life seem easy for them, doing something out of passion and fun. Also why didn't I do a major in IT or Engineering - jobs seems to be flowing in that direction. All that I've been getting is  telemarketing or outdoor sales jobs. I do not, I repeat.. do not need a tertiary education for that. If that was the case, I wouldn't have spent a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proton Waja&lt;/span&gt; equivalent amount of money to get a  bachelor's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobstreet.com is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, at this times, you would be visiting the site more often than you actually visit porn sites. But still nothing to my avail. A pack of cigarettes would take away your stress, mostly when someone keeps telling you what they did at work today or when you bump into a friend and so happen to pop the question of your current employment status. A new fad of reading TheStar emerges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;every Saturdays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- just to browse the recruitment section. Oh..and I forgot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astro &lt;/span&gt;is not doing its job of keeping me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to post few more resumes for a few jobs I scouted. But nothing seem to stir my interest. I want something challenging, something that would require me to put all my creative flows to attain result. I thing I would get that soon enough.. patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RvhVg0klzdI/AAAAAAAAADA/nE7HcFfR-yM/s1600-h/convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RvhVg0klzdI/AAAAAAAAADA/nE7HcFfR-yM/s320/convo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113931399235489234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When my parents were pleased to know they do need to fund me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I thought otherwise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/34674087-893915411800916172?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/893915411800916172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=893915411800916172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/893915411800916172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/893915411800916172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/hrstill-unemployedcommy.html' title='hr@still-unemployed.com.my'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RvhVg0klzdI/AAAAAAAAADA/nE7HcFfR-yM/s72-c/convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-9180017234241144776</id><published>2007-07-05T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:27:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I keep telling myself to write about my forbidden island post-graduation trip but I keep procrastinating on it. I've been busy sorting out my graduation and finding myself an ideal job. Later, I realised that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ideal&lt;/span&gt; is a subjective term. What may seem ideal to me at this moment is having a career of passion, but of course passion still has to be able to pay the bills. During my intern days, I was busy seeking for an ultimate holiday destination to give me a time off before i begun working. Bali, Phuket, Cebu, Sydney.. you name it, i had thought of it.  But when time came, I realised with my current savings, I am only able to settle in for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cuti-cuti Malaysia." &lt;/span&gt;Hey not bad what! Instead of going somewhere new, i decided to go to the same old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; that had been my parent's favourite destination since I was a kid. To tell you the truth, there's something about this island that I'm very fond off. The food, the beaches or maybe the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"anak mamis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So packed with only our cameras and clothes, we drove towards the northern region of the country. Better still, to save up on our accommodations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Faliq'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s parents allowed us to stay at their condo in Bukit Merah. Even as it was about 45 minutes drive from the island itself, we decided that this plan would actually save us the accommodation cost, however we would only be able to be in Penang for a day trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(finally ended up a whole long day - 10am till 2am next day in Penang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The beautiful part of Penang is that since I've been there many times every places I visit or pass through would be a journey through memory lane. I recollected one of my fondest memory of the condominium just as  I had bypassed the bridge.  If I am not mistaken, 15th floor or so and the "Christmas Lights" and wave goodbye - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;great memories they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to various online food bloggers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nasi Kandar Kampung Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was the ultimate nasi kandar experience. And so we tried. Im not sure I got there on a wrong day, but it was just  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mediocre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stuff. But the good part was that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;roti canai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dude put up an awesome show by flipping the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;roti canai's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; doughs airborne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RpvjCEijy7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y_NXkunlcyM/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RpvjCEijy7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y_NXkunlcyM/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087909828763044786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Look! I can juggle dough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RpvjLkijy8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ljmYjyXFJ0k/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RpvjLkijy8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ljmYjyXFJ0k/s320/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087909991971802050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                 MMM... I must be on some newspaper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mostly, this trip ended up being a photo whoring trip and we ended up taking pictures of us at almost anywhere. Back from Penang, I was home, unemployed a fresh graduate and doing nothng much then sitting around and browsing through jobstreet.com the whole day. Torrent downloads are also amongst my favourite pastime. If anyone reading this far and has the power to employ, let me know. hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will let you off you miseries from reading this by a simple show of pictures of the remaining of the trip. Go to Penang, its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy6oUijy9I/AAAAAAAAACY/c01lz0bSPJw/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy6oUijy9I/AAAAAAAAACY/c01lz0bSPJw/s320/3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088146880893012946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm on someone else's side mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy7N0ijy-I/AAAAAAAAACg/oVWpj5_DSHA/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy7N0ijy-I/AAAAAAAAACg/oVWpj5_DSHA/s320/4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088147525138107362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rojak buah penang at its best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy71kijy_I/AAAAAAAAACo/l49a6YUU83k/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy71kijy_I/AAAAAAAAACo/l49a6YUU83k/s320/5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088148208037907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look mom, I can see home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy8MkijzAI/AAAAAAAAACw/mJuYXvcMA0c/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy8MkijzAI/AAAAAAAAACw/mJuYXvcMA0c/s320/6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088148603174898690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;View of Penang from Bukit Bendera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy8uEijzBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CXyyTP5XCaM/s1600-h/7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Rpy8uEijzBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CXyyTP5XCaM/s320/7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088149178700516370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Balik Kampung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/34674087-9180017234241144776?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9180017234241144776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=9180017234241144776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9180017234241144776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/9180017234241144776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/forbidden-island.html' title='Forbidden Island'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RpvjCEijy7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y_NXkunlcyM/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-4009008152193288013</id><published>2007-06-04T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:27:06.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell to a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;1st June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in Penang having a great vacation when I received a sms stating a dear friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nur Nikmat Selamat  &lt;/span&gt;had passed away in a road accident. He was a very energetic and youthful person and we always had great laughs with him. I was shocked and immediately burst into tears as it had been almost 6 months since I last met him, and now I wouldn't have the chance to do so. He never failed to crack us up, but the fondest memories of him were always the ones in the mosh pit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikmat&lt;/span&gt;, you would be dearly missed and rest in our hearts. I would remember you every time I attend shows and save you a spot in the pit. My deepest condolences to his family members and may our muslim friends recite Al-Fatihah to our friend. May he rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a457.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_896f5f22a414fd04800f2d7a3dd37758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a457.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_896f5f22a414fd04800f2d7a3dd37758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In loving memories, Nikmat. We love you bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-4009008152193288013?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4009008152193288013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=4009008152193288013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4009008152193288013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/4009008152193288013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/farewell-to-friend.html' title='farewell to a friend'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-1228374318864686938</id><published>2007-04-20T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:26:03.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The versus game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has all come down to this, the final &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt; of my internship. Things were pretty hectic and stressful, nevertheless fun. What I am furious is of all the fun I missed out during this internship. I learned a few things handy thing during my whole internship thing like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myspace.com&lt;/span&gt; has a huge load of virus and spams, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xerox machine&lt;/span&gt; is fun to play with, that office coffees are essential and  more. I've been on a month of no rice diet. It kinda worked out fine. As easy it may seem, it isn't. I'm not talking about the rice factor, but finding food with not much rice or equivalent carbo is not easy here, in Cyberjaya especially. Food here are either fried or unhealthy. If its healthy and good, it's gotta be expensive. Another weird thing is that, people tend to stare at your plate when u just get the proteins without the rice. So conclusion, Malaysians are great rice eaters. Well after a month, i left out on the diet (how typical) and continued to eat rice as it cost more to just get meat only on your plate ( as you need to get a bigger portion to get even). However, results were kinda encouraging. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final verdict: " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Weight : - 5kgs, Me: 1" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pc at home was starting to get all gay on me. It keeps crashing and getting a bit slower than it used to be. With my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;widget hi-tech ultra compu-savvy spider sense&lt;/span&gt; (gosh, im a geek), i suspected it was the graphic card(gpu), and by god i really hope it didn't. It wasn't the best of the gpu's, but it was one of a kind. Firstly it was rare to get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GeForce4 Ti&lt;/span&gt; at that time of purchase and second, thing would complicated if I needed to change the gpu as nowdays the market serves mainly to a more higher-end gpu's and that my motherboard does not support this new gpu's (blame it on the technology life cycle). As hard it was for me to let go and put away my tremendous gpu, I just had to - to get my pc running as it used to. So I just went over to the digital mall at ss14 PJ and bought myself a simple and cheap gpu that could not even match te performance of this previous one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final verdict for this tear-jerking incident : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gay GPU: 1, Me:  0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the hype of buying the gpu, i also added some extra RAM memory to the pc and bought a new DVD writer. Now, with all this added all that is left to do is overclock the pc. I've been reading through the net that my particular processor (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intel p4 478 2.4ghz&lt;/span&gt;) is an extraordinary chip that has a high overclock availability. With the proper heat-control, it could be done up to 4.1ghz (thats the record till today). Im not aiming high, but im going for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.4ghz&lt;/span&gt; max. So yess some cash would flow out, but for this so called outdated pc, it would go tremendously. So im gonna struggle through it and use up my holiday fund to do up the pc. Hopefully everything goes well. With this case, the won't be a final verdict but rather a final prediction that would be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ultimate CPU: 1, Me:  1. &lt;/span&gt;Win win situation that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, I shall post in later on when I had overclocked the pc. Then we shall find out the verdict thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-1228374318864686938?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1228374318864686938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=1228374318864686938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1228374318864686938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1228374318864686938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/04/versus-game.html' title='The versus game'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-7860535528545002360</id><published>2007-03-06T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:25:57.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the third sunrise, look to the east</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;What have i been doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;Coffees and cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;, enough said. I wonder if i would ever overdose on these things. I might, i might. Its been 6 weeks doing my internship, and by god, time flies real slow. Roughly, i have around 8 more weeks to go, then the internship report submittal and followed by the internship presentation. Anything beyond that is gonna take place at the convocation hall around August 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't get it how could people ever work in an office cubicle. Its cramped, it takes away your thinking space and yes, i just realised i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clusterphobic&lt;/span&gt;. Although the heads of my university are great  supporters of the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak nak&lt;/span&gt;" campaign, i still grab a chance to spoil myself with a stick every now and then. Security guards had been marching all day and still, fire escapes are a smokers best friend! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i just wish no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pak guards&lt;/span&gt; are fellow bloggers!)&lt;/span&gt; Call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belagak&lt;/span&gt;, but seriously, if there's nothing around to do, i can go crazy. I keep fidgeting and get high on task assignments. .Not to say that there's nothing to do at all, but being an intern, you're the standby guy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sound gayish ain't it?)&lt;/span&gt; When nothing much is there to do, i push through the day by having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how many  websites you can visit in a day?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;contest with my fellow officemate, and sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google.com&lt;/span&gt; may not count as a website for this competition, gotta be more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did realise, most working-adults spent their weekends wisely and they would actually pick up hobbies or some sort to make sure their weekends are fulfilled. Me on the other hand, use up my weekend credit hours to get back to those left out sleep hours. Thinking of hobbies, the only hobby i really had was d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uring my geeky days, which was playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic: th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e Gathering&lt;/span&gt; trading cards. Dude, i was the ultimate trading card geek back then. Luckily, i got out of it just in time, if not i would have been making my life decisions using a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d16 RPG&lt;/span&gt; dice. So, point is, i need to start make  the most out of my weekends by not just sleeping to kill time. If looking at girls was a hobby, i am sure i would have scored as a level 5 paladin with resistance against all magic and summoning creature ability. (sorry, my geekier side showed up again.) Nevertheless, i shall soon pick up one cool enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So,when doing nothing at the office, i often wonder to browse off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wikipedia.com. &lt;/span&gt;Even though i heard of rumours that informations at the site aren't mostly accurate, i still get my excitement over reading through it. There's a whole lotta shit in there. Trust me, upon reading an article, you would be clicking related links away and surfed into a whole new different topic and so forth. You can type almost anything and still get the pleasure of reading from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla. before i leave, here's some office tips for your pleasurable office moments, or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Make better office coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Better-Office-Coffee"&gt;Link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Make office darts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Office-Darts"&gt;Link &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copy Machine Exercise&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelterpub.com/_fitness/_stretching_in_the_office/copy_machine.pdf"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="a"&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/34674087-7860535528545002360?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7860535528545002360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=7860535528545002360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7860535528545002360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/7860535528545002360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-third-sunrise-look-to-east.html' title='On the third sunrise, look to the east'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-2355897009193074284</id><published>2007-02-05T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:25:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midday crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Two weeks since i left home &lt;em&gt;(right, like its in another state!)&lt;/em&gt; and much I had gained through my internship. For once, I learned that time by itself has ultimate value. They say time and space go concurrently, however, I seem to space out on the time I had. An easy way of putting it, I now understand the precious value time  - every seconds worths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Before this, when people spoke of work stress and such, I uselessly thought that it was an easy task and no reason for an excuse. What could go wrong, and even you get paid at the end of the month. There is where I got myself wrong. Daily routine had turned me into a robot-chip implanted human, moving emotionalessly throughout the day. It is neither the feeling of happy nor sad, but hopelessly not feeling anything - Wake up, get ready and work. A daily routine that could somehow transform your life into a pre-programmed robot. So from 8:30 a.m to 5:30 p.m on weekdays, I have surrendered my soul to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Recaping my internship. I made a new friend - Midmaison. A very cheerful lad. I have wonderful executives that are really nice and leanient. CCTD is the centre that deals with the commercialization and development of technopreneurs. Needless to explain further, it handles startup businesses and intelectual property related matters. As an intern, I had been given few simple tasks, where I handle some copywriting and write-ups for some upcoming projects. Life here can be considered fun, however, can be a bit slow-paced at times. Nevertheless, I'm enjoying my time here and hope to learn as much as I could. The &lt;em&gt;Melaka campus&lt;/em&gt; intern - Zani from &lt;em&gt;Myanmmar&lt;/em&gt; is swell too and has loads to share when he comes overto &lt;em&gt;Cyberjaya&lt;/em&gt;. The rest of the executives are wacky when under stress and fun as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;On the downside, I had been missing out on all the fun out there. All I have now is my weekends, where I mostly settle down for some good sleep and lazing-tv session. I desperately miss some of my dear buds and hope to join them on their activities. I miss the &lt;em&gt;futsal session&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Williams&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;teh-tarik&lt;/em&gt;, sessoning at &lt;em&gt;Kash's Crib&lt;/em&gt; and bla bla bla. As ritually being done most of the mentioned for a straight month and so, this sudden change in my lifestyle had made me a junkie - a fun junkie. Miles apart, after a hard day of work, i routinely get back home and rest, wait for dinner and let alone to wait for bedtime. Thus my robotic empire lifestyle had been emphasized for a whole week now. Weekends never feel the same again, where i cherish every seconds of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-2355897009193074284?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2355897009193074284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=2355897009193074284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/2355897009193074284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/2355897009193074284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2007/02/midday-crisis.html' title='midday crisis'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-1050482286775135846</id><published>2006-12-30T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:27:00.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio Quality Tweaking for Windows Media Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate bad quality audio. I hate to listen songs with high distortions due to bad ripping. Since i don't have enough money to get a better soundcard for my pc, the audio quality on my pc is pretty fucked up. Cool audio speakers cost a fortune, so i just hang on a cheap below RM100 headphone. If you are on the same boat as me, worry no more! I can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i was browsing thru a  website and found &lt;a href="http://www.yohng.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. This dude has a variety of audio plugins and audio enhancements mainly for audio engineering and productions. So here with using some of the tools of th 4Front Tech, i would like to share an easy and cheap way to get a really great audio. But before you try, here is what you will be needing and requirements to get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yohng.com/goodies/headphones1c-i.exe"&gt;The 4 Front Headphone Plugin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this plugin allows you to reduce the sharpness of the audio by giving you an audio which sound more like in a room. Sometimes you might even forget that you had a headphone on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Windows Media Player 9 or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you could use other players but please read thru the website on more information or releases according to the players you are using)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MP3 at a bitrate of 195-250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(anywhere less than this might not help you get a full effect on this audio enhancement. Im not too sure of having an audio bitrate of more than 250, but from what i head, the sound would be too distorted to hear on a stock sound card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AC97 Audio Driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahh, i dont know why, but if you have a better driver, than be it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally, i tested most of this tweaking for genres of Metalcore, or let me say that this tweaking method would go perfectly with that genre. But still you can always give it a try or tweak yourself according to your preferences. I tried listening to other genres like chill out, lounge, and even trip-hop on this setting. It works kinda sweet too. You just gotta tweak the volume every now and then for audio with different bitrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, let me show you how to get this done, its very very easy. Great audio in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First download and install the 4Front Headphone plugin from the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbYj9eZKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5LrCDEKJxxs/s1600-h/step-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbYj9eZKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5LrCDEKJxxs/s320/step-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014433347432688322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow the instructions and install the plugin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check if the plugin is already installed in your Windows Media Player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbaAteZKtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4qtsioKSyGI/s1600-h/step-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbaAteZKtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4qtsioKSyGI/s320/step-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014434940865555154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Playing &gt; Plug-ins &gt; Other. Make sure you check both the  and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;4Front Headphone 1.0c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tray Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might have to restart your Windows Media Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open the 4Front Headphone Plugin in the tray icon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbdGNeZKuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AkWSlhNchqk/s1600-h/step-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbdGNeZKuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AkWSlhNchqk/s320/step-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014438333889719010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Double click the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OSPI Plugin Manager&lt;/span&gt; on your icon tray and set the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virtual Room&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28%&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Output Gain&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-2.2dB&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure the bypass box is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; checked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Effect Manager&lt;/span&gt;. (if your audio is on the AC97 Driver, it would come with this Sound Effect Manager.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbeNdeZKvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hOvuxQHEUok/s1600-h/step-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbeNdeZKvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hOvuxQHEUok/s320/step-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014439557955398386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Control Panel &gt; Sound Effect Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbe4NeZKwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AMuGvW6Ouwc/s1600-h/step-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbe4NeZKwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AMuGvW6Ouwc/s320/step-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014440292394806018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; box and choose the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rock Preset Equalizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set your Windows Media Player's Enhancements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbht9eZKxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RmeRLn66TEk/s1600-h/step-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbht9eZKxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RmeRLn66TEk/s320/step-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014443414836030226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turn on the Graphic EQ and choose the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Metal Preset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on the first bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now to add some bass to your Enhancements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbsUNeZKyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NwmkE0DDubw/s1600-h/step-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbsUNeZKyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NwmkE0DDubw/s320/step-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014455067082304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to the S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RS WOW Effects&lt;/span&gt; panel under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enhancements&lt;/span&gt;. Turn the effect on and select Normal Speaker mode and set the attributes as the following - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TruBass&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW Effect&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, you are set to go. Here is a simple rule of the thumb. If your audio's bitrate is bigger, set your master volume to 50%. If the audio's bitrate is lower, set the master volume at 75%. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(assuming that wave and other volume controls are at full)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now have fun and try tweaking your audio for a better experience now. You could always try to tweak the 4Front Headphone Setting according to your preferences or experimentation. Its up to you. The setting shown above is just according to my preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-1050482286775135846?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1050482286775135846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=1050482286775135846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1050482286775135846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/1050482286775135846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2006/12/metalcore-audio-quality-tweaking-for.html' title='Audio Quality Tweaking for Windows Media Player'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/RZbYj9eZKsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5LrCDEKJxxs/s72-c/step-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-116706458012701813</id><published>2006-12-25T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:24:05.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for everything it is worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im way behind things. Datelines and more datelines. Its more like the datelines are eating me up.When i mention im way behind, its also means the latest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;prison break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; episode i watched was episode 7 of season 2.Most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;prison break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fans would rather have me tied up and beaten to death for this so called attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im almost at the brink of rounding up my studies. As much as i should be happy, im not. My overdue extension to my studies had took its toll. Im now overly paranoid on whether it would effect my job interviews. I only have my internship ahead of me that is keeping me away from my bachelor degree. Besides my paranoid session,&lt;br /&gt;everything is back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back to my parents house, as my contract with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; puchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; crib expired and we decided to just return to our families.Gosh i lived with my friends for a over 5 years now.I've naturally been with them my entire young adulthood.How am i gonna survive now? I had friends back-up my finances, share stories (yes, we do have pillow talks!) and even worst, have our fun! We now live apart and rarely meet up each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im still in the process of refurnishing my room at my parents place. I just manage to re-paint the room with a vibrant colour. Haven't brought in most of the furnitures yet and still deciding on how shall i refurnish the room. When i left my room, i was 17, meaning it was a boy's room, with much teen angst in it. See, now, im still a boy, just bigger. So now, im planning to dress up the room for a more calm and soothing me. I took my first step with a calm light purplish colour, well it's not too feminine, just it reflects a more calm environment,vas im sure i would bring more stress back home from work later on! Preparing for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Besides all these, life's like a moving vehicle, if you ever try to jump out, you're gonna get hurt. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does that even makes any sense&lt;/span&gt;) If you ever come across my blog and read it, kudos!You are infected to my life. This is the mind control method that the U.S government had been talking all these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; while, kinda like the area 51 projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endnote for this time is gonna be a bit different. Im gonna share with you my current play list that puts me through the times. So here it is in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/millakay"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milla Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am Late &lt;/span&gt;( she is a great artist, pay her a visit and support her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madita.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceylon &lt;/span&gt;( awesome song, awesome website)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/katehavnevik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Havnevik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - New Day &lt;/span&gt;( Norway at its best, electronics)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thematinggame"&gt;BitterSweet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitter:Sweet Faith &lt;/span&gt;( Bossa Jazz made look bad)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kyotojazzmassive"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyoto Jazz Massive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - The Brightness of these Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nearlycivilized.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esthero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Heaven Sent &lt;/span&gt;( Trip-Hop, nu-jazz and soul )&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/allthatremains"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All That Remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - The Calling &lt;/span&gt;( Metalcore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/profoundhatred"&gt;Shai Hulud&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Set Your Body Ablaze &lt;/span&gt;( Melodic Metalcore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/xdeadlockx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deadlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Awakened by Sirens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;( Melodic Metal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calibanmetal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caliban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I Rape Myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;( no, no im not doing anything to myself, just a song title!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2909/3824/1600/556146/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2909/3824/320/156118/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(me losing all my sense of character)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-116706458012701813?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116706458012701813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=116706458012701813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/116706458012701813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/116706458012701813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-everything-it-is-worth.html' title='for everything it is worth'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-116009299135517459</id><published>2006-10-06T07:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:22:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic cased heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just got off my first final paper for this trimester.&lt;br /&gt;small business mgmt was tuff.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote my way thru 2 hrs and i think all i wrote was crap.&lt;br /&gt;luckly i hv confidence in some of the craps i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;huhu. hopefully an A for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spywares, malwares and adwares are nuissance.&lt;br /&gt;those people who makes these things are crap!! again i repeat crap!&lt;br /&gt;i just finished formating my pc again and lost all my porns. haha.&lt;br /&gt;luckily it was just those porns. i would die if it had been my mp3's.&lt;br /&gt;i ran thru a spyware test and hijackthis! and found out on several thousands&lt;br /&gt;of spywares on my pc. the better thing to do - format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pledged myself to start studying for my next paper, but i just end up&lt;br /&gt;hours of wasting time on either the msn or watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to torrents, i managed to download click!&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think its a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;i had expected it to be more of a stoner comedy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was pretty sad towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have nothing much planned for the remainder of the week,&lt;br /&gt;except for the high school reunion cum buka puasa feast.&lt;br /&gt;so much for reunion, but i think its just gonna be us and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;i think a buka puasa buffet at penang village USJ would be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;should go great.&lt;br /&gt;this sunday, danil and rizal of letlovebleed clothings had also&lt;br /&gt;planned a buka puasa feast at pelita restaurant subang.&lt;br /&gt;with all these plans, i wonder if i would be able to actually study for&lt;br /&gt;my paper on monday! man, i gotta push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, somehow me and aza got into this conversation of&lt;br /&gt;my previous "belengu" as what aza calls it.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking on how i was so onto her.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking on things happened from melaka till cyber.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. memories siut. bodo gile sial.&lt;br /&gt;i was explaining to aza how it felt to be heartbroken previously&lt;br /&gt;while attached to the person.&lt;br /&gt;i told him that it felt like the bullet time in the max payne game&lt;br /&gt;when u are heartbroken and everything slows down as hell&lt;br /&gt;and u feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;but back again, im all free now and no longer stuck to the person&lt;br /&gt;or serve the persons needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, everything besides that, lifes on auto-pilot and everything&lt;br /&gt;runs at a mediocre rate. should be fine enuff now.&lt;br /&gt;my only concern now is the paper ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;should be fine la. all other things being the same, i should be able to&lt;br /&gt;increase my average grade by the time i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-116009299135517459?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116009299135517459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=116009299135517459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/116009299135517459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/116009299135517459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/plastic-cased-heart.html' title='plastic cased heart'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34674087.post-115866930921193133</id><published>2006-09-19T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:21:40.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when pen and paper are put to rust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all the hype about blogging got to me to indulge in this. where pen and paper are no longer our concern, i shall adapt myself here. i hv tons of things to do now, but yet still im stting on my ass doing nuthing. plss help me.. kemalasan takleh handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;final lg 2 weeks plus. kalau tak blaja elok2 ni, giler do extend lg wei. shits. i cant afford to extend my studies another year. so, after this deeparaya celebration and stuff, i would have to find myself a part time job. eventho kemalasan camjing, i still have to get a part time job. if i wanna go for a real kickass holiday, i hafta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought of finding a job at borders, at the curve. my lect, recommended me a place to work as a marketing research officer. tula, tgk dulu la, cam malas pon ade sial.. haha camne nak ade duit kalau malas. nvm, after the finals i shall decide on which is best.. till then enjoy dulu sial. hey guess what, i adapted to this blogging thing. shall post something soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34674087-115866930921193133?l=koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115866930921193133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34674087&amp;postID=115866930921193133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/115866930921193133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34674087/posts/default/115866930921193133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koldeshsetsfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-pen-and-paper-are-put-to-rust.html' title='when pen and paper are put to rust'/><author><name>cold ash</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCzsu91X2ac/Suk8dQViPGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j8Uml1dIQtU/S220/5520_116589563775_636653775_2873772_390398_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
