<?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-4621962885395955746</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:07:08.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher a.k.a Emo Prince</title><subtitle type='html'>I've found myself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1644912672130448091</id><published>2010-10-07T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:42:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of the 1st part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;I'm having 2 weeks of exams.&lt;br /&gt;Real rough.. no joke here.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;In 3 weeks time I'll be back home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to be happy of I guess?&lt;br /&gt;One more week of exams coming up..&lt;br /&gt;assignments due...&lt;br /&gt;class test..&lt;br /&gt;and my final exam's on 28th.. 2 days before I go back&lt;br /&gt;to Msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to see you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its just&lt;br /&gt;perseverance !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris out&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/4621962885395955746-1644912672130448091?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1644912672130448091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1644912672130448091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1644912672130448091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1644912672130448091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-end-of-1st-part.html' title='Almost the end of the 1st part'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-636724212923785593</id><published>2010-08-14T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:54:34.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar : " What's uP?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys! I know its been ridiculously long since&lt;br /&gt;I updated this sad little blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy, and there's just&lt;br /&gt;way too much ups and downs happening in such a&lt;br /&gt;short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Its no fun doing 5 papers per semester.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you were hoping that I was dead...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry I'll have to disappoint you guys.. =P&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not really a place for KL boy.&lt;br /&gt;Its boring...&lt;br /&gt;The only entertainment is drinking..&lt;br /&gt;which I'm not really keen on doing these days...&lt;br /&gt;I still drink.. don't get me wrong.. but&lt;br /&gt;in a very different manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll update more photos either&lt;br /&gt;here or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually did take photos..&lt;br /&gt;Not much... but yea.. enough to feed those of you&lt;br /&gt;who wants to see more of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!! (handsome Chris)!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you are probably gonna puke right now,&lt;br /&gt;but just bare with me for a moment alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Physically exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Walletly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who does not understand what "walletly exhausted".&lt;br /&gt;It means that you will need to re-apply for English lessons.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nah I was just joking...&lt;br /&gt;it means... I'm broke!&lt;br /&gt;That's because I've been eating way too much,&lt;br /&gt;but still hungry every night.&lt;br /&gt;And I always seem to have "something" "necessary"&lt;br /&gt;to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda suck...&lt;br /&gt;and I can't work this semester due to my heavy workload.&lt;br /&gt;So that is suck x 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gtg... cuz this is as far as I'm motivated to blog...&lt;br /&gt;Do keep in touch with me on fb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: why do I feel like I've lost touch with my friends?.... Why do I feel so lonely here?&lt;br /&gt;and... its gonna be worse from this upcoming month onwards.... haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-636724212923785593?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/636724212923785593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=636724212923785593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/636724212923785593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/636724212923785593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/08/polar-whats-up.html' title='Polar : &quot; What&apos;s uP?&quot;'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7333013104131763141</id><published>2010-06-21T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:33:02.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says Jail is the worst place ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know the right place to do crime,&lt;br /&gt;you might get a reward for it. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iUY_sm6I/AAAAAAAAAts/PlUDHeCHTXc/s1600/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austria72g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iUY_sm6I/AAAAAAAAAts/PlUDHeCHTXc/s320/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austria72g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485140604862897058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iUOzvtfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/S5wEEkSPcAw/s1600/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri5a2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iUOzvtfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/S5wEEkSPcAw/s320/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri5a2g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485140602128414194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iTkyDPoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9FgtBEUJ05g/s1600/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri3a24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iTkyDPoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9FgtBEUJ05g/s320/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri3a24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485140590847016578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iTEwav-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/prRpRnFnafA/s1600/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri3a2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iTEwav-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/prRpRnFnafA/s320/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austri3a2g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485140582250233826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not bad huh?...&lt;br /&gt;Now compare my University's library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Otago University's central library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8jVOnzTEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5i19S_bX7bs/s1600/55063375_b6ae8c3822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8jVOnzTEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5i19S_bX7bs/s320/55063375_b6ae8c3822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485141718769814594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We students have no enough seats in the library&lt;br /&gt;during exam periods.&lt;br /&gt;The "PRISONERS" have their own "suite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of world are we living in now people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7333013104131763141?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7333013104131763141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7333013104131763141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7333013104131763141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7333013104131763141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-says-jail-is-worst-place-ever.html' title='Who says Jail is the worst place ever?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TB8iUY_sm6I/AAAAAAAAAts/PlUDHeCHTXc/s72-c/World+Most+Luxurious+Jail+in+Leoben+Austria72g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2713195186132501303</id><published>2010-06-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:22:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>After having cold lamb for dinner, got back to the library, and because I didn't have anything better to do, I logged onto fb and started looking at my pictures one by one. Its funny how a simple picture brings memories back to life. Not just images of what happened but feelings and emotions as though you were there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to two of my friends who were once very close to me. These were the two girls I met through skype.. spontaneously. I still remember how shy she was when I asked her to turn the web cam on cuz I was reluctant to type. I still remember how we became 3 of the bestest friends in just months time. I still remember our trip to Malacca, spontaneous trips to Genting, and of course how we celebrated an occasion at KLIA. However, for some stupid mistakes I've made, our very fast blossomed friendship also faded away swiftly. It sucks to see a 180 degree change of attitude, and we no longer talk anymore. All that "shisha" chit chat sessions, all those funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always treasured my friends and I hold them close to my chest. I'm always serious in any relationships. I hope I can turn back time and withdraw the damage, but the damage is done. Lastly, if they are reading this post, I just want them to know that I still think of them, and I still think they are two of the bestest friends I have apart from my brothers. Those time with them were some of the most awesome memories I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my "heng dais" who are reading this post, I'm missing you guys man. Brothers for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget my wonderful colleagues! Jun, Chloe, Jerry, Kelly, S.May! missing u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all of my other friends, such as my "neighbour", and shisha friends... missing you all heaps! Cherish these friendships of ours and you all've been missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Chris out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2713195186132501303?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2713195186132501303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2713195186132501303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2713195186132501303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2713195186132501303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3441494337582857813</id><published>2010-06-14T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:47:28.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL NEW LOOKING BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, because I have so much time&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;decorating my blog, looking all new&lt;br /&gt;and GOOD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&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/4621962885395955746-3441494337582857813?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3441494337582857813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3441494337582857813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3441494337582857813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3441494337582857813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-new-looking-blog.html' title='ALL NEW LOOKING BLOG!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-488744317519099082</id><published>2010-06-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:22:04.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over.. now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams are over, not able to go back home&lt;br /&gt;due to rental contract restrictions...&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna waste money going back&lt;br /&gt;for 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO SO SO BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;What to do?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this trip to Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be someone "special" going along with me.&lt;br /&gt;*jeng jeng jeng*&lt;br /&gt;*secret*&lt;br /&gt;haha... don't try to assume too much folks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be SHISHA in Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;Will smoke myself to death if there is one.. lol&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a 6 days trip,&lt;br /&gt;should be nice to get away from this boring town for a while..&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.. tired of being tired...&lt;br /&gt;tired of being bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TBW8GdF0UWI/AAAAAAAAAss/rwWjg-fP6gA/s1600/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TBW8GdF0UWI/AAAAAAAAAss/rwWjg-fP6gA/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482494940467712354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TBW8G4pWIvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/prZQcRMkm34/s1600/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TBW8G4pWIvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/prZQcRMkm34/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482494947864486642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;homemade cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;*jeng jeng jeng*&lt;br /&gt;ok.. this jeng jeng thing is getting lame..&lt;br /&gt;sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polarpher aka Emo Prince out...&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/4621962885395955746-488744317519099082?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/488744317519099082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=488744317519099082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/488744317519099082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/488744317519099082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/06/exams-are-over-now-what.html' title='Exams are over.. now what?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/TBW8GdF0UWI/AAAAAAAAAss/rwWjg-fP6gA/s72-c/DSC00902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1417284490182358179</id><published>2010-06-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:14:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn's gone, winter's here.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me that time flies,&lt;br /&gt;but I doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;Most of my exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Had my performance assessment done yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Two more to go...&lt;br /&gt;Having study breaks now...&lt;br /&gt;kinda like a holiday except I'll be facing lecture notes&lt;br /&gt;and heavy readings everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Weather's getting awfully cold,&lt;br /&gt;the sun doesn't come up till 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sets at 5, its just driving everyone sad.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing "happening" around here...&lt;br /&gt;What's the most "exciting" thing about the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is that tomorrow, it starts all over again.. =(&lt;br /&gt;I have visions... of things...&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have them fulfilled and come true...&lt;br /&gt;Emo me..&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/4621962885395955746-1417284490182358179?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1417284490182358179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1417284490182358179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1417284490182358179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1417284490182358179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-season.html' title='New season.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8893968147125866248</id><published>2010-05-17T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:28:28.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triggering my senses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something about me has changed recently,&lt;br /&gt;or rather... went back to its original form?&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was all emotional before,&lt;br /&gt;that's how I got my nickname&lt;br /&gt;"EMO PRINCE".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Its been a little more than emotional these days..&lt;br /&gt;it seems like my emotion were easily triggered.&lt;br /&gt;It has the ability to link a fairly simple thing&lt;br /&gt;to something from my past or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;and make me go all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely sure what's happening....&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I'm a sensitive person..&lt;br /&gt;and pretty much do anything by mood...&lt;br /&gt;and I've always trusted my guts and feelings cuz it has&lt;br /&gt;never let me down so far, when I sense something's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;something is definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing what I've learned from courses...&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing I can do about my sensitivity,&lt;br /&gt;but I can surely learn how to handle it..&lt;br /&gt;at least having ways to resolve them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be an insensitive person,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my sensitivity towards my surroundings and people&lt;br /&gt;has its advantage...&lt;br /&gt;so ... the conclusion is to learn how to handle it&lt;br /&gt;and make full use of it ... using it for the good?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo Prince... out&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/4621962885395955746-8893968147125866248?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8893968147125866248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8893968147125866248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8893968147125866248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8893968147125866248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/05/triggering-my-senses.html' title='Triggering my senses.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2032131154635558847</id><published>2010-04-30T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:04:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while..</title><content type='html'>The return of Polarpher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks, how are you all doing?&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since my last post, due to exams and assignments. Had 2 of my very tough essays regarding music in popular culture handed, so for now its a little more relaxing. The past 2 weeks has been ****, not kidding here. On the bright side, at least I'm coping well to the academic lifestyle after about 1 and a half years working. This blog is getting sad and sadder lol.. and I think there's definitely a need to post more pictures. But I haven't been looking after myself well these days, so not so good looking anymore, that is why I didn't bother taking too many pictures, at least not pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Dunedin is boring, I had prepared myself emotionally before coming to NZ but apparently it is worse than I expected. The only entertainment around for these people is pretty much drinking.. Something which I've been doing way too much back home. For some reason drinking doesn't excite me anymore, and clubs here are far away from being happening.. from all aspect that is... sound systems especially.... no dance floor... just..not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm really not used to is that I don't have that many friends around. Back home, I have friends pretty much everywhere, from Kota Kemuning to Subang, Sunway, Damansara, KL, Bangsar, Sri Hartamas, Sri Petaling, Bukit Jalil...... EVERYWHERE!! Not to mention I have my good old brothers back home, 8-9 years of friendship is impossible to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having shisha around me is torturing... I had this thought of shipping my shisha bottle over to at least have something to relax myself a little but apparently its against customs' regulation and it is really hard to bring something like that into the country. .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 3 weeks holiday in June, after all examinations ended. Had a plan of going Australia but it was too costly, so decided to head up north to Auckland for a week's holiday instead. We'll see how it goes.. I need to get out of this town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my family and friends who are reading this post...&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS HEAPZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my next post....&lt;br /&gt;Chris.. out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2032131154635558847?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2032131154635558847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2032131154635558847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2032131154635558847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2032131154635558847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4373940792957564445</id><published>2010-04-13T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:43:41.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Aging ( growing up )</title><content type='html'>To not let my very dead blog die any further, I came up with something silly to blog about - Signs of Aging or growing up, or growing even more older for some of you guys =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging is not entirely a bad thing, I hear people saying some weird things on their birthdays they go " omg, I'm so not happy today although its my bday because I'm just another year older.... " I personally don't look at it that way. What's the problem of getting older? My personal point of view is that some people are afraid of getting older only because they're worried about not having enough time or not being able to do things they want or like anymore. So, the way to solve this problem is to live your everyday like it is your last, make full use of your time so that during your birthday, you can look back and have no regrets =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, some of the signs of aging.. for me ( a 21 year old guy ) are :&lt;br /&gt;- having more things to deal with (e.g studies..... personal issues.. Uni.. insurance..       accommodation... time management.. money management...)&lt;br /&gt;- more responsibilities to bare&lt;br /&gt;- when you start having a little thoughts about future plannings regarding career or  family?&lt;br /&gt;- spotting more grey hair while looking at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;- looking at basically everything with a whole new perspective, NORMALLY/HOPEFULLY with a more mature point of view.&lt;br /&gt;- worried about not being able to earn enough for a living in the future.&lt;br /&gt;- having visions of how my future family will be, where my work place will be, what I want to succeed in my career etc..&lt;br /&gt;- basically alot more of the what,when, where, who and how.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a great change in me in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Over here, it is obvious that I have alot more responsibilities to bare because I have to do the simplest thing in life here. Back home, I never had to worry about my laundry, groceries, cleaning up the toilet etc..  It was a very 'healthy' challenge, to accomplish enormous workloads and assignments in Uni and at the same time dealing with all these shits in daily life. Looking for a car was a hassel, and things like calling agents to have a look at studios... place to stay next semester. Dealing with car dealers, insurance company... financial issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dealing with problems with a very different approach too. Back then, I used to give up very easily. Not being positive minded and always thinking that I will never succeed. But now, I told myself to at least have a go... give in my best and see how it goes... Through these experiences I gained confidence.. knowing that I can accomplish many things as long as I give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot more stuffs I would wanna talk about myself.. but I just did a lot of course readings and an essay so I'm kinda bored laying my fingers on the keyboard now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These coming 2 weeks are going to be really bad.... shitty...&lt;br /&gt;assignments due.. essays due... performance next week... presentation next week.... ugh...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll stay STRONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-4373940792957564445?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4373940792957564445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4373940792957564445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4373940792957564445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4373940792957564445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/04/signs-of-aging-growing-up.html' title='Signs of Aging ( growing up )'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2953302149452822994</id><published>2010-03-17T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:14:03.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It’s been almost a month since I’ve arrived in Dunedin, New Zealand. Things seemed to be a lot better than they were when I first got here. At least, I’ve got a place to stay and things in University’s settled mostly. Of course, living in a foreign country, there’s always a lot of new things around to learn and adapt. But I think I’m doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt like I’m a lot more mature here. Although its been only a month. But through meeting people and experiencing different things in life, it has broaden my perspectives and obviously opened up my eyes. I go through my days with my mind open.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is good here of course, but I guess it’s the same everywhere else in the world. There are good and bad people around, so just take the goods and ignore the bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences here had made me miss Malaysia for the first time in my life. Despite the bad things in Msia and all the flaws which I’ve been complaining all my life, I miss everyone back home and some of the things which you can never find in any other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some regular shits that happens around here all the time – Discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because there are not many Asians in this area and there are a lot of childish minded people here who hasn’t seen the world enough. There was one time when I was walking around town and this white guy just came up to me and scolded “fucker!” and then left, at that time I was of course, a little pissed off but at the same time I felt sorry for him. Today, while I was on my way walking back home, there was a car with students passed me by and the driver gave me a honk so I took a glance thinking it might be my friends or so, but it turned out to be this white guy showing me his middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so used to these by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of the reasons why Asians intend to stick among themselves because the “locals” didn’t give them or us a chance to fit in. However, it is one of my mission here to try my best to blend in and hopefully some of them will have a different opinion or impression of us and hopefully it’ll help them NOT to stereotype all of us, plainly because they don’t know shit about us. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand firm with my personal policy of respecting everyone who’s around me, regardless of where they come from or what “colour” they are. I personally think that it is the fundamental way of being in a social circle. It takes a great courage to go beyond our comfort zone and that’s what many Asians did, or at least forced to. I think we should get the basic respect of a human being and what the hell? We’re doing our studies in English, so called “their” language, see if they can do the same in ours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2953302149452822994?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2953302149452822994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2953302149452822994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2953302149452822994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2953302149452822994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6704045891868564780</id><published>2010-03-07T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:16:30.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at the Library now. Just finished my Songwriting class.&lt;br /&gt;Next lecture's in 3 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired omg....&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep well yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;Spent alot of time tossing and turning..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not used to having a queen size bed.&lt;br /&gt;so I actually have more space to flip around i guess?.. lol&lt;br /&gt;forgot to close the window too,&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;with an irritating nose.&lt;br /&gt;and its still pretty annoying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned i love the songs in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;should probably add some to it.&lt;br /&gt;and it drives me emo..&lt;br /&gt;well. more emo than I already am actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone's doing fine..&lt;br /&gt;feel free to mail me =)&lt;br /&gt;i love receiving irritating and ridiculously long mails &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ..&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/4621962885395955746-6704045891868564780?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6704045891868564780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6704045891868564780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6704045891868564780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6704045891868564780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7294224442318085005</id><published>2010-02-27T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:53:53.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick already</title><content type='html'>Hey folks, how's everyone doing?!&lt;br /&gt;My Uni's starting tomorrow, officially. Guess I'll be a little more busy than usual?&lt;br /&gt;Things are ok here, but just ok. As usual the walk uphill still kills me.. and I started having some activities around already. I just couldn't believe the nocturnal Christopher, who usually sleeps around 8am in the morning has now been going to bed at 11pm latest for past couple of days. Guess I was right about having a much healthier lifestyle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I usually pass my day. On a usual weekend, I'll wake up around 8am to have my breakfast at the dining place. Have a good cup of coffee and I'd probably spend half an hour reading the newspaper after having my breakfast. Then, I'll go back to my room and have some rest again. Then wake up around noon to do a little laundry and cleaning in my room. Then I might go to town to have a little walk or to have lunch. Most probably I'll be back before 6 because that's when I have my dinner... around 7pm. After that I'll most probably do a little time and course planning inside my room, watch some more tv and then go to bed around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how's life's gonna be after tomorrow. But I think I'm doing pretty well in one week time. I went to church this morning, I also had two bible study the days before. It felt really nice, and heart warming having people around. Who are more or less suffering the same thing, far away from home... and having bible study really just... calms me down completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside, I might be doing really well adapting myself. But I don't know... if I'm really ok.. why do I stand outside my balcony every night staring into space and I have nothing in my mind? Why do I always just walk out of my room and sigh for nothing?.... Sometimes before I sleep, without me knowing... there's a drop of tear rolling down my chin... why? .. It has only been a week and a half since I left home.. but I'm already missing it so badly?... Maybe I'm born emotional... a little TOO emotional perhaps?... But its just me... I take all my relationships so seriously... my family... and friends... and all my loved ones... ... I guess.. I forever will be... THE EMO PRINCE.. =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7294224442318085005?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7294224442318085005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7294224442318085005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7294224442318085005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7294224442318085005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/homesick-already.html' title='Homesick already'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7711864238868764002</id><published>2010-02-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:02:46.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day in Dunedin</title><content type='html'>I'm totally exhausted, like really tired at this stage. Been staying in this backpacker's place for 3 nights already for now. It'll be my last night here,finally I can move to a fixed place where I don't need to pack and unpack like a thousand times a week. The bright side of staying though, is that I get to meet many different people from different countries. They usually stay over for only a night, but as you know the talkative me rite, I just can't stop myself from talking alot. So over some chat sessions I get to know alot about their countries and stuffs, and it really broadened my knowledge about their culture as well as some very basic stuffs which I didn't know. Wanted to post some pictures but their wireless are just too slow. Not being able to access facebook was a pain in the ass as well. I met this korean girl and I had a surprised conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So which part of Korea were you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: South Korea of course! *ended with a very high pitched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why of course?? What happened to the north ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Don't you know? They are communist! They can't go out from their country. They can't even come to the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stunned for a while* damn... that is just.. sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its just me, but I really had no idea that they were trapped inside their country.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a little hard to believe for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my campus for the first time yesterday to finish up the last part of my admission - Course Approval. After lining up for ages, I finally met up with my course adviser, also.. the head of the music department. And I got lost like couple of times around campus, and the map was not very helpful in a sense. It was fun, but its just a little disappointing to see that there are very few asians here compared to Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's about to burst. Because all of a sudden, I need to stuff so many information and adapt so many things in such a short period of time. Everything is just so new and it all starts from scratch. Through some chat with people from Mexico, Germany, Korea, Japanese, Ireland, Australia, and some locals in this place. I see how different people can be, how different our perceptions are, and the way they look and handle things really taught me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This German friend here even gave me some culinary lessons,teaching me how to cook. Yea... Christopher is actually cooking... and its not instant noodle or frozen food. *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now, I'm just really exhausted. I'm a guy who likes my things well planned. I don't like bad surprises or last minute thingys. I've been walking alot as well, always.... cuz parking over here costs like $2-3 per hour. That's like freaking RM8 for an hour. But it seemed to make sense, it kinda worked out in a way like people won't park there all day and there's always slots for other vehicles. Unlike our country, because all we have to pay was like 50cents per hour? Most of us can afford and we'll just pay RM4 for the entire day if we have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning my rental car tomorrow as well. So from that on its all bus and alot alot of walking.&lt;br /&gt;The shortest route to downtown and to my campus is to walk through some very deserted and creepy looking woods. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more pictures when I can. Its just kinda impossible here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : still emoing so much.. every night when i have nothing to do... just having a cup of coffee outside at the corridor... i'm just so ****ed up with emotions... then i'll start thinking about shits... reminisce alot as well.. missing the good old days... and just.. think about the pasts alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7711864238868764002?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7711864238868764002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7711864238868764002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7711864238868764002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7711864238868764002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/6th-day-in-dunedin.html' title='5th day in Dunedin'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3980939402796297495</id><published>2010-02-20T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:58:35.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand Part 2 ( Dunedin Downtown )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, this is my second day in Dunedin. Oh well, its about 4 am here so its my third =).&lt;div&gt;I've been staying in two different motels so far. Not so lucky tml, will be staying in some backpackers place for the three coming nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I've got my accommodation settled. Its a really nice and cozy place to stay during University. It has its own washroom and a little kitchen so its nice. The only thing which is not so ideal about it is that its kinda far away from campus. Probably a 15 minutes walk through some woods. =S  They only have limited students staying there because it is actually a motel. They opened 10 rooms for students only, so I'm considered lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty stressed out ever since my arrival. I rented a car all the way till Wednesday, and I've been driving around looking for places. Driving was stressful enough when your not used to foreign country driving. Not to mention the map was not really helpful, and without a person to navigate beside me, I had to do the navigating and the driving myself... Tough work I'd tell ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some pictures of the two motels I stayed in yesterday and now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2ukqnvGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IyMoyWomXqE/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338154863705186" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2t9c6RTI/AAAAAAAAAsE/5WaiqESkzLs/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338144337216818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;First night in Dunedin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In a motel outside of town in a little town called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Mosgiel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2wCwAhrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/mbEaVniaCDM/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338180119234226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2w0PDruI/AAAAAAAAAsk/G51xg-ix7wg/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338193402801890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2va7ruBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/L9cw3MYjXoc/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440338169430784018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Second night in a hotel in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dunedin town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright.. gotta grab some rest now.. long day tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep in touch everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll get through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm Polarpher!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3980939402796297495?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3980939402796297495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3980939402796297495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3980939402796297495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3980939402796297495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-zealand-part-2-dunedin-downtown.html' title='New Zealand Part 2 ( Dunedin Downtown )'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3_2ukqnvGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IyMoyWomXqE/s72-c/DSC00709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8931899501492109315</id><published>2010-02-20T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T05:50:24.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;New Zealand – Part 1 ( Auckland Airport )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Hey Folks, after 10 hours of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;misery I’ve finally arrived at Auckland Airport. 10 hours of flight was a disaster. Not only I had this middle seat between people, which makes it so difficult for me to just take a leak. But also, I had a hard time trying to grab some rest. Maybe because I’m traveling alone, I intend to be very cautious at all times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Things were ok after I landed until the luggage checkpoint. They took away my “Poh Chai Yun” ( some Chinese medicine for stomachaches which worked very well for me ). Saying that there are some ingredients in that medicine from some deer horns or whatever. The lady was actually so familiar with this brand it caught her attention first hand upon opening my luggage. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;After having a quick meal I had nothing to do but to write this post on a draft on words and posting it tonight when I have wireless connection at the motel. Its another 2 hours until my next domestic flight from Auckland to Dunedin ( north island).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was hoping to be able to surf a little while waiting but what do you know, the airport provides wireless services but you’ll have to pay them via credit cards. =(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Writing this blog didn’t even take that much time. I miss everyone in Malaysia. Its really weird traveling alone. Not even talking much throughout the day. Its just peculiar when it comes to a talkative person like me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Owh well, I was able to burn 15 minutes of my time posting this. As for now, I’m fine. Just really exhausted due to stress, lack of rest for the past week, jetlag and all kinds of shits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;That’s all for now, will post again if I’m not too tired tonight at the motel. Take care everyone! You are missed by Polar! A LOT!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Especially YOU…….. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8931899501492109315?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8931899501492109315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8931899501492109315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8931899501492109315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8931899501492109315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-zealand-part-1.html' title='New Zealand Part 1'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5191446612278170002</id><published>2010-02-12T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:54:47.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for me to be EMO!!! (solid ones)</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Library the curve, for those of you who don't know it is a club/pub in Cineleisure Damansara. =) Yea, I was drunk of course, and I was super emo, still am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution : extremely long post ahead. Yea, after I stopped posting for a while... this is gonna be a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole week I was on a very tight schedule meeting up with people. (almost fully booked, cheh wah &gt;.&lt; ). I got to meet many of my dearests and it was really fun despite causing some serious damage on my wallet. Many of the meetings really meant alot for me, thank you all for making the effort to meet up before I leave this country.    I actually promised myself not to tear until the very last moment when  I leave the airport. But there's no way of stopping surprises. So I was at Library just now. Meeting up with friends. 3 of them were my colleagues/friends. What made us friends were basically common interest - MUSIC, and of course our adventurous behaviour to travel around and the love of hanging outs. It didn't take us long before we became good friends. Together with us was my pool kaki - KEN IWASAKI (yes he's half japanese ), my  8 years buddy - June Yaw with his gf Shannon, and I was also very glad that my bunch of Indian Brothers (where I became good friends with through shisha in bukit jalil ). They came all the way to the curve right after work just for a drink with me.   So why did I teared/cried? Its becuz of this.... &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBXUKNXmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XVp2yTbjmOc/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBXUKNXmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XVp2yTbjmOc/s320/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437464731412422242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They made this beautiful farewell present.&lt;br /&gt;It took them more than a week of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Every single word written,&lt;br /&gt;every single bling glued...&lt;br /&gt;all the efforts of making this so creatively.&lt;br /&gt;Really touched me.....&lt;br /&gt;I saw some pictures of them during the making of the card as well.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I couldn't handle myself and&lt;br /&gt;tears just rolled down my face....&lt;br /&gt;yea POLAR became a cry baby for a while... &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBYR1qiVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Jz0yMVTo7oI/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBYR1qiVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Jz0yMVTo7oI/s320/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437464747969251666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBX9NFMtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/8rH41ugKEMc/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBX9NFMtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/8rH41ugKEMc/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437464742430323410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDnwo_7hI/AAAAAAAAArE/nY-ZLcVSsFo/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDnwo_7hI/AAAAAAAAArE/nY-ZLcVSsFo/s320/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467212958920210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes Christopher is SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDnIJ3boI/AAAAAAAAAq8/grKb2jPbeJc/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDnIJ3boI/AAAAAAAAAq8/grKb2jPbeJc/s320/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467202090921602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how can you be NOT moved by this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDmsodxXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SgUYiR1qZVE/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDmsodxXI/AAAAAAAAAq0/SgUYiR1qZVE/s320/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467194703070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDlBRoo3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/86My56adrLg/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDlBRoo3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/86My56adrLg/s320/DSC00533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467165884719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDksD5nTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lbAQO5jpsKs/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XDksD5nTI/AAAAAAAAAqk/lbAQO5jpsKs/s320/DSC00531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467160189967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends forever =)&lt;br /&gt;Its just heart warming....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chloe, Amy, Kelly and Jerry for this.&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached home and stepped into my room. I saw these on my bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBWR8Ub6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/XdThVQn68UY/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBWR8Ub6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/XdThVQn68UY/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437464713637425058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunblock Protection ( nz has very high UVs.. no joke )&lt;br /&gt;and Chlorophyll Powder becuz my MOM knows that I get&lt;br /&gt;"heaty" very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I sat down in front of my laptop. I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBW8jw79I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Xr7UchOHahs/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBW8jw79I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Xr7UchOHahs/s320/DSC00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437464725077159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a whole page of information regarding some motels and&lt;br /&gt;car rental near my campus.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I couldn't settle my accommodation via internet&lt;br /&gt;and I was suppose to only settle it when I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was so worried bout me not having a place to settle&lt;br /&gt;down before getting a room in campus so she actually&lt;br /&gt;did some research on some nearest motels near my Uni.&lt;br /&gt;"awwwwwwwwwww" rite? *sob* *sob*&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This package was on my doorstep about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised to receive it. First glance at the address,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was YOU =)&lt;br /&gt;Full with curiosity, I opened the package carefully.&lt;br /&gt;First thing upon opening the box, I smelled  a very familiar&lt;br /&gt;scent. Its been so long..... it brought back memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHx3PaohI/AAAAAAAAArs/6SzXxw_avgg/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHx3PaohI/AAAAAAAAArs/6SzXxw_avgg/s320/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437471784575869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polar soft toy for Polarpher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHxUjDLnI/AAAAAAAAArk/dM2YIuYYWI4/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHxUjDLnI/AAAAAAAAArk/dM2YIuYYWI4/s320/DSC00544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437471775262977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with heart petals inside,&lt;br /&gt;and a letter (confidential)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHw6TvBGI/AAAAAAAAArc/I-mBJrTEJsU/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHw6TvBGI/AAAAAAAAArc/I-mBJrTEJsU/s320/DSC00543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437471768219419746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget .... this greeting/farewell card&lt;br /&gt;from my weekly 2 hour chat then became&lt;br /&gt;good friend - Tieng Wei. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHwfYAjiI/AAAAAAAAArU/LC8JeHmdVaI/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHwfYAjiI/AAAAAAAAArU/LC8JeHmdVaI/s320/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437471760989589026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with heart warming phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHv3xWyEI/AAAAAAAAArM/BH5E3Oss5hA/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XHv3xWyEI/AAAAAAAAArM/BH5E3Oss5hA/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437471750358485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, it was a surprise given to me&lt;br /&gt;when I walked her to her car at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the card I received signed by all my colleagues in&lt;br /&gt;Vibrante with short msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XKbFF5iUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/nkhkZaLfe_I/s1600-h/18665_443620685084_802165084_11240793_3465826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XKbFF5iUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/nkhkZaLfe_I/s320/18665_443620685084_802165084_11240793_3465826_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437474691691940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XKa8iN7pI/AAAAAAAAAr0/tUPizDdbxWU/s1600-h/18665_443620665084_802165084_11240792_4120160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XKa8iN7pI/AAAAAAAAAr0/tUPizDdbxWU/s320/18665_443620665084_802165084_11240792_4120160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437474689394798226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me .... how can i NOT be emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: A few of you, I wanted to meet up with so badly... but is it just faith or I didn't work hard enough cuz we just failed to meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: its CNY! So HCNY everyone! Polar will be leaving Malaysia on 18th, which is approximately 5 days from now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-5191446612278170002?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5191446612278170002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5191446612278170002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5191446612278170002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5191446612278170002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasons-for-me-to-be-emo-solid-ones.html' title='Reasons for me to be EMO!!! (solid ones)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S3XBXUKNXmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XVp2yTbjmOc/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4898015782409242048</id><published>2010-02-04T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:24:42.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOWDY PPL!&lt;br /&gt;lol, lame intro i know rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy lately, well not really.. considering&lt;br /&gt;the time I have everyday is pretty limited.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I sleep at 8am in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and I wake up at 6pm if there were&lt;br /&gt;no interruptions between.&lt;br /&gt;But usually someone will call me up for&lt;br /&gt;lunch or some other things to do and so&lt;br /&gt;I'll usually wake up at 2-3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good news is, Chris can sleep better now!&lt;br /&gt;the bad news is, Chris is leaving very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Approximately... 14 days from now.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and if ur not as blur as me&lt;br /&gt;u'll know that its 4th of Feb today and I'll be leaving on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's WHY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy chilling out these days. whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;just being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start packing next week.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will still blog when I'm there? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to see me before I leave *acheh*&lt;br /&gt;pls call me up/out/in =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty free, don't worry time is not a factor&lt;br /&gt;you can call me anytime of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Adios ....&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/4621962885395955746-4898015782409242048?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4898015782409242048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4898015782409242048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4898015782409242048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4898015782409242048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1792180431176613337</id><published>2010-01-12T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:09:44.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad season..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if its true,&lt;br /&gt;but I've heard so many news of couples&lt;br /&gt;breaking up, having a serious argument etc....&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I don't like it..&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hearing it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;two person living a life together.&lt;br /&gt;Its NEVER an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;It takes ...&lt;br /&gt;A PURE AND SINCERE HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a never ending journey studying the book of love.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we really need to equip ourselves with some&lt;br /&gt;knowledge when it comes to handling relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Like what I've been doing for the past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what happened to the couples around me,&lt;br /&gt;makes me worried.. worse.. terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0xS0uA_nvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sUSjLXAfqN4/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0xS0uA_nvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sUSjLXAfqN4/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425802716733480690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4621962885395955746-1792180431176613337?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1792180431176613337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1792180431176613337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1792180431176613337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1792180431176613337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-season.html' title='Bad season..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0xS0uA_nvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sUSjLXAfqN4/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2161563907101996888</id><published>2010-01-09T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:05:31.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt.. the hard way T.T</title><content type='html'>Here's a real life story which occurred about 10 minutes ago. This is going to be a bad experience for me but a good story to entertain you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about be careful for what you wish for? Oh well, I didn't wish for this but I wanted to have something to blog about, and so it happened like a magic and oh... my dreams came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving from Damansara back to Kota Kemuning just now, after shisha and some games at the cyber and all. My touch n go was low on credit so I decided to get a toll ticket and pay cash instead since it was midnight thinking that traffic wouldn't be a problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed by the first toll, and I got a toll ticket. If you know me, you'll know how much I enjoy the midnight vibe. So as usual, I winded both my windows down and enjoyed the breeze. I was driving at around 110km/h, which is fair and there was this small turn to another highway heading back to my place. When I was maneuvering my steering, the ticket which I left on top of my dashboard flew out of my car!.. yup.... it flew out from my car.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slow down but then I realize it flew and landed in some freaking bushes/forest along the highway. So there goes .............. I reached the second toll and the "kakak" on duty greeted me with a smile when my vehicle stopped at her station.. only to receive this bad news from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll translate the conversation below into english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "kakak, i don't have a ticket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "why, where is your ticket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "it.....erm... flew out from my car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: *stunned for a while* " why didn't you retrieve it? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "it flew into the forest..." ( yes i said forest )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: *stunned again*... *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " so what happens now? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: " pay penalty LA "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sob* *sob* "how much?" ( in a very pitiful tone )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K : RM40.30 .... (yea... they actually have a 30 cents... ... tax? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  * took out money...*  ( I didn't say I don't have money with me, yes.. I'm an honest boy. ) *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "ok, here's your RM10 change, next time be careful with your ticket ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "am I your first case of missing tickets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: *chuckles* "yea" * chuckles again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wind up the window* " FARRRRKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !@#$%^&amp;amp;!@$%&amp;amp;#^%" x 9999"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... lesson learnt...&lt;br /&gt;that's how I lost 40 bucks....&lt;br /&gt;as if we don't pay enough tolls here in Malaysia, there's actually a penalty for their precious toll tickets.&lt;br /&gt;so from now on... its all TOUCH N GO !!! i don't give a **** if my credit limit's low.... !@#$$^&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2161563907101996888?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2161563907101996888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2161563907101996888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2161563907101996888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2161563907101996888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-learnt-hard-way-tt.html' title='Lesson Learnt.. the hard way T.T'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6770641905788305798</id><published>2010-01-06T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:35:40.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would it be even better, if&lt;br /&gt;Emo Prince can show things through pictures?&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked myself before doing this..&lt;br /&gt;"why am I doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;and then I realize I wanted others&lt;br /&gt;to see things through my eyes, to see what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0TlfqedAGI/AAAAAAAAAps/8lG-jFaNscA/s1600-h/P050110_00.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0TlfqedAGI/AAAAAAAAAps/8lG-jFaNscA/s320/P050110_00.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423712183401644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sony alpha 330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a bargain for an entry level camera.&lt;br /&gt;and its light weight =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try to post more pictures instead?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: .... do i deserve ur forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-6770641905788305798?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6770641905788305798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6770641905788305798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6770641905788305798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6770641905788305798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-toy.html' title='New toy!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/S0TlfqedAGI/AAAAAAAAAps/8lG-jFaNscA/s72-c/P050110_00.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5789622027926000777</id><published>2010-01-02T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:37:17.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An emotional N.Y.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've talked about it, we've prepared for that moment,&lt;br /&gt;and its finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved friend CHEE LIM left&lt;br /&gt;on New Year's Eve itself.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, it was emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through ups downs and thing one can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;We've argued, we've been stupid and naive.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;we're all grown up teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;Its finally the time to move on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We knew this day was gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We treasured our moments together.&lt;br /&gt;We promised this brotherhood will last forever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures says it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sHbVGHYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/vFr_lr6V4L8/s1600-h/20331_231524309100_522714100_3023464_3936479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sHbVGHYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/vFr_lr6V4L8/s320/20331_231524309100_522714100_3023464_3936479_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422241719972666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;told you we're crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sGyi9CxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_UotN7bwQHo/s1600-h/20331_231524229100_522714100_3023454_8904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sGyi9CxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_UotN7bwQHo/s320/20331_231524229100_522714100_3023454_8904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422241709024938770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brothers ever since 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sGv3heWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EL-SsOa4hHY/s1600-h/20331_231524139100_522714100_3023440_5913348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sGv3heWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EL-SsOa4hHY/s320/20331_231524139100_522714100_3023440_5913348_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422241708305906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited him at his house before heading to the&lt;br /&gt;airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-suJCNKEI/AAAAAAAAApE/yTKPN--aPls/s1600-h/20331_231524659100_522714100_3023519_1678150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-suJCNKEI/AAAAAAAAApE/yTKPN--aPls/s320/20331_231524659100_522714100_3023519_1678150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242385076496450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brother's last group hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-stmNOGlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gAAMLjerlYM/s1600-h/20331_231524654100_522714100_3023518_1447293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-stmNOGlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gAAMLjerlYM/s320/20331_231524654100_522714100_3023518_1447293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242375727454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-stfq2STI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FEdILFFkTsA/s1600-h/20331_231524554100_522714100_3023502_2878138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-stfq2STI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FEdILFFkTsA/s320/20331_231524554100_522714100_3023502_2878138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242373972674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GROUP PIC! i know.. so many of us&lt;br /&gt;fetching him off.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sH5lhi5I/AAAAAAAAAos/0d1UssgQn5E/s1600-h/20331_231524534100_522714100_3023498_4870878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sH5lhi5I/AAAAAAAAAos/0d1UssgQn5E/s320/20331_231524534100_522714100_3023498_4870878_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422241728094636946" border="0" /&gt;Thomas, June Yaw, Chee Lim, Me, Pow Jack, Robin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sHnPEt1I/AAAAAAAAAok/V0DyqPciq94/s1600-h/20331_231524519100_522714100_3023495_7757171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sHnPEt1I/AAAAAAAAAok/V0DyqPciq94/s320/20331_231524519100_522714100_3023495_7757171_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422241723168634706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mcdonalds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-suYHwPFI/AAAAAAAAApM/HkI8kGiRF4s/s1600-h/20331_231524739100_522714100_3023530_1062012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-suYHwPFI/AAAAAAAAApM/HkI8kGiRF4s/s320/20331_231524739100_522714100_3023530_1062012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242389126298706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it got REALLY emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-s24DgaWI/AAAAAAAAApc/H1iOfkN7Rjs/s1600-h/20331_231524829100_522714100_3023546_7287680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-s24DgaWI/AAAAAAAAApc/H1iOfkN7Rjs/s320/20331_231524829100_522714100_3023546_7287680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242535137372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are all ambassadors of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-su4OgAaI/AAAAAAAAApU/ANB6NEsplNQ/s1600-h/20331_231524809100_522714100_3023544_8305977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-su4OgAaI/AAAAAAAAApU/ANB6NEsplNQ/s320/20331_231524809100_522714100_3023544_8305977_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242397744529826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOODBYE MY FREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-5789622027926000777?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5789622027926000777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5789622027926000777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5789622027926000777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5789622027926000777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotional-nye.html' title='An emotional N.Y.E'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sz-sHbVGHYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/vFr_lr6V4L8/s72-c/20331_231524309100_522714100_3023464_3936479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3114989647235656952</id><published>2009-12-25T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:22:42.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO mo mo mo mo mo</title><content type='html'>Its been like God knows how long since my last post. Ppl who reads my blog has obviously given up on me already. I dunno, didn't have the mood to blog for a while cuz too many things were happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christmas just went by like an hour ago. This heart warming time of the year really gets to me. I was so bloody emo these days. I attended my colleague's wedding dinner two nights ago and I had so much in my mind. It felt like, marriage is such a beautiful thing. You know, beautiful wedding, beautiful wedding pictures, nice avenue for dinner, nice wedding gown,everything just seemed to be so perfect and beautiful. But what comes after marriage is the challenge. How many couples managed to go through their lives with their partners beautifully everyday? I have nothing against marriage, its just that... this marriage scene is just too perfect and pretty. Its a dream come true for many people, and its a moment of life which one can never ever forget. Its a memory they'll always come back to dwell and reminisce for. I pray sincerely for their happiness and everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I went for a short trip to Ipoh with my fellow brothers. One of them, CHEE LIM- is leaving on the 31th of Dec for Swiss.  Gosh I'm gonna miss him. We've been friends for 8 years and its really gonna change alot after him leaving and me leaving soon too. That short trip meant alot to the 4 of us. Being brothers all along for all these years. We've been through shits and I kid you not, we're real ****ers. haha... we do the craziest thing without thinking twice wherever we go. There's just so much memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on the 18th of Feb and I'm already missing this place. My family and friends....&lt;br /&gt;it feels like..everything starts from zero again once I'm in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... y is Christmas so emo-ing?. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3114989647235656952?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3114989647235656952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3114989647235656952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3114989647235656952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3114989647235656952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo.html' title='EMO mo mo mo mo mo'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5182557030054543940</id><published>2009-12-04T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:51:14.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a while since I last drank this much..&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, just... slightly off that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel...&lt;br /&gt;so lonely right now, so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;As if no one cares,&lt;br /&gt;no one giving a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for them.&lt;br /&gt;But none of them were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm meant to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;If that was to be my fate...&lt;br /&gt;alone I will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends...&lt;br /&gt;Good friends...&lt;br /&gt;Brothers...&lt;br /&gt;Girl friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they care?...&lt;br /&gt;I doubt ...&lt;br /&gt;should I stop treating everyone so nicely&lt;br /&gt;and learn to love myself more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be any better without&lt;br /&gt;making ppl around me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I just love to see smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;It must not have to be me..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;at least their happy?&lt;br /&gt;then I will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What AM I?&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/4621962885395955746-5182557030054543940?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5182557030054543940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5182557030054543940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5182557030054543940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5182557030054543940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/12/drunk.html' title='Drunk..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8162641831539109433</id><published>2009-11-11T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:40:45.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condition of my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual, the midnight gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard...&lt;br /&gt;to understand and accept ...&lt;br /&gt;the fact that different individuals.. coming and leaving ur circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;Many times it get me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;how would two individuals get so attached to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Having moments as if its impossible for them to live&lt;br /&gt;without each other.&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;they became like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;would ppl do things they don't wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't we follow our hearts&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;should be beyond boundaries..&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be affected by our surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;the approval of others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two hearts beating as one is what counts..&lt;br /&gt;why do we need the meet up against&lt;br /&gt;the society's standard?&lt;br /&gt;or to satisfy the eyes of the unknowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make ... mistakes all the time..&lt;br /&gt;thinking that we actually love that one person.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't "feel" right...&lt;br /&gt;Was our mind playing tricks on us?&lt;br /&gt;Was it becuz that person just happened to heal our wounds&lt;br /&gt;when we fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question..&lt;br /&gt;how long would that person remain him or herself for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... feel like i'm nothing more but a healer.&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I accomplished my mission..&lt;br /&gt;and when the wounded were healed.&lt;br /&gt;They no longer need the healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y am i writing these *****....&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly i'm not that emotional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                            just... doing alot of thinking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8162641831539109433?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8162641831539109433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8162641831539109433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8162641831539109433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8162641831539109433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/11/condition-of-my-heart.html' title='Condition of my Heart'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1923490109667832239</id><published>2009-11-01T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:07:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Finally!</title><content type='html'>Where to begin?.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok. Yesterday was my parent's 21st anniversary. Cool huh? lol so we decided to go KL Tower's Revolving Restaurant for buffet. Frankly, it could've been a much better place if the people who managed and designed them had some "taste". The environment was not convincing, and neither was the food. We were disappointed at some point. But well, you'll never know unless you've tried rite? Black listed if you ask me.&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g3u8C6FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pg3VpWCbeyY/s1600-h/P311009_17.15_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g3u8C6FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pg3VpWCbeyY/s320/P311009_17.15_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148407640221778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g3KQvQCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/g12UttNorWo/s1600-h/31102009036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g3KQvQCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/g12UttNorWo/s320/31102009036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148397794902050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g2jKlxNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Z9nG5n_xmGw/s1600-h/31102009035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g2jKlxNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Z9nG5n_xmGw/s320/31102009035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148387300132050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Anniversary Dad and Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;(lovely aren't they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending alot recently. I don't know... and on my "THINGS TO BUY LIST" there's still a long way to go. Its becuz I've been purchasing things which I don't really need but.. I just like them can? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2ij7GLHkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uxggXmNCpV4/s1600-h/P011109_22.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2ij7GLHkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uxggXmNCpV4/s320/P011109_22.44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150266329800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally my very own "weapon" for pool! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Item no.2&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2ijYDwvsI/AAAAAAAAAns/IRDVBDvjkec/s1600-h/P011109_22.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2ijYDwvsI/AAAAAAAAAns/IRDVBDvjkec/s320/P011109_22.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150256924442306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From PDI.. looks nice wat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Item no.3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiOPzv-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/DzHvfC8xIl8/s1600-h/P011109_22.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiOPzv-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/DzHvfC8xIl8/s320/P011109_22.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150237110747106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bolster lookalike Army Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else....&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm finally using my new bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiqD0b-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/UIpy5lCsD7U/s1600-h/P011109_22.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiqD0b-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/UIpy5lCsD7U/s320/P011109_22.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150244576653282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've successfully collected all 7 glasses from Mc'Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiT2VLUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aW_x-xJayuU/s1600-h/P011109_22.42_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2iiT2VLUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/aW_x-xJayuU/s320/P011109_22.42_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399150238614498626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I could think of for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn bored..&lt;br /&gt;someone ask me out can?&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/4621962885395955746-1923490109667832239?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1923490109667832239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1923490109667832239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1923490109667832239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1923490109667832239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-finally.html' title='Updates Finally!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Su2g3u8C6FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pg3VpWCbeyY/s72-c/P311009_17.15_%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-681557088080045602</id><published>2009-11-01T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:52:50.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Renew of Polarpher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't know why,&lt;br /&gt;got tired of the previous look of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So decided to spend some time..&lt;br /&gt;and make a change over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hopefully it'll drive me to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging alot lesser these days.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its becuz..&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like bringing up stuffs that'll&lt;br /&gt;turn me down?&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/4621962885395955746-681557088080045602?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/681557088080045602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=681557088080045602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/681557088080045602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/681557088080045602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/11/renew-of-polarpher.html' title='The Renew of Polarpher'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8183646457463761336</id><published>2009-10-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:35:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the office post</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging in the office for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what I study..&lt;br /&gt;my office is the music centre. Yes I'm a musician =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that reading her blog would still affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;Just one line of words are sufficient to make me sit here numbly and think..&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are staring in space, my mind is only full of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood is going down down down down down down down down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Lots of events and stuff coming.. will upload photos from singapore trip soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8183646457463761336?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8183646457463761336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8183646457463761336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8183646457463761336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8183646457463761336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-office-post.html' title='at the office post'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2220793892967941038</id><published>2009-10-23T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:02:21.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision to make.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been reading some of my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;When I first started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize its been a long time since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this feeling like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog has been dragging my past along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have a fresh start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I just delete this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a new blog and leave this one behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4621962885395955746-2220793892967941038?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2220793892967941038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2220793892967941038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2220793892967941038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2220793892967941038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-to-make.html' title='Decision to make.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3157382239853614723</id><published>2009-10-12T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:22:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry peeps for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Due to ongoing activities.&lt;br /&gt;And something new called V.U.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus Underground Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its not really a "club" that serves you&lt;br /&gt;alcohol with PRs..&lt;br /&gt;its actually a club me and my friends created&lt;br /&gt;for hang outs and gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;Basically random activities and&lt;br /&gt;a good way to know people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my recent activities are all in it.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who wants to join are welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/Selangor/Venus-Underground/150433448889?ref=ts"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;VUC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have a detailed update soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4621962885395955746-3157382239853614723?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3157382239853614723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3157382239853614723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3157382239853614723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3157382239853614723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo.html' title='YO'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8314777295912392876</id><published>2009-09-20T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:47:39.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new phase?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;I've been slipping off the edge recently.&lt;br /&gt;Busy, but not as emotionally "filling" as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night makes me reminisce about alot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs that were not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, that are still so real.&lt;br /&gt;The mind... can be very deceitful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is full of activities now.&lt;br /&gt;More beneficial activities I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Both for the mind and the body.&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure about the soul though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I was hanging on to..&lt;br /&gt;whom I had so much hope in..&lt;br /&gt;couldn't bare it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and .. gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although expected,&lt;br /&gt;but honestly.. you'll never know how much it hurts until&lt;br /&gt;you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you might assume that you know everything,&lt;br /&gt;because you've been through it.&lt;br /&gt;But .. relationships are just new and unique every time.&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall again,&lt;br /&gt;when you think it might hurt less this time..&lt;br /&gt;you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It'll just remind you of how painful it is again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another phase in life.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to hold grudge or anger against her.&lt;br /&gt;I only want the good memories to remain.&lt;br /&gt;I leave the rest to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;this blog is really emo....&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if my blog will be famous cuz of it...&lt;br /&gt;I am no doubt .. the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher a.k.a "Emo Prince"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace ya'll&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/4621962885395955746-8314777295912392876?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8314777295912392876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8314777295912392876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8314777295912392876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8314777295912392876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-phase.html' title='A new phase?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8326860505128771049</id><published>2009-09-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:31:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Dream.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream which you will never ever forget?&lt;br /&gt;You still feel it strongly.. so vividly in you even after waking up and knowing that its just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I had this dream which totally freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep anymore after waking up from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a scene, like.. I was there. I was having a view from above.&lt;br /&gt;Down below, I saw a crowd. I was wondering what's with the familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started realizing that those were my families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;They were in a circular formation surrounding this white coffin.&lt;br /&gt;I went to take a look at the picture. It was ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awful is that?..having a dream like tat?&lt;br /&gt;am I THAT negative?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some left after a while. Some stayed to say some last words to me.&lt;br /&gt;It was blur, but I caught some words out of each of them.&lt;br /&gt;Not really the usual type of things people says when someone passed away.&lt;br /&gt;But.. words that has been hidden in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson learnt from it... never wait till its too late. We will never know what happens the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.... its really sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is death the only way to reunite hearts?&lt;br /&gt;is it the only way to have people finally saying words deep within the bottom of their hearts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8326860505128771049?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8326860505128771049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8326860505128771049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8326860505128771049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8326860505128771049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-dream.html' title='Dark Dream.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3594004289736526276</id><published>2009-09-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:57:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My insomnia's driving me crazy..&lt;br /&gt;its almost 7 in the morning and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm just waiting for the sun to come out,&lt;br /&gt;so that I would be able to go for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been so bad since I had it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its getting worse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started filling up my schedule with activities,&lt;br /&gt;its going well so far.&lt;br /&gt;at least I think it is..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;Sorting out my activities and time slots is&lt;br /&gt;a major problem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of investing in a DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;any recommendations anyone?&lt;br /&gt;for an entry level one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been overspending like !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;I lost count of how much I spent =.=''&lt;br /&gt;Its just so not me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a person who knows how to manage himself well financially.&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: the inside of me.. is a whole different story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-3594004289736526276?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3594004289736526276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3594004289736526276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3594004289736526276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3594004289736526276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgh.html' title='Urgh...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4976060540890866750</id><published>2009-09-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:01:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;用了很长的时间，&lt;br /&gt;我遇见了她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把握了甚于的时间，&lt;br /&gt;心里带着&lt;br /&gt;迷茫的心情，&lt;br /&gt;小小的希望。&lt;br /&gt;希望能够完全的拥有她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;短短的时间里，&lt;br /&gt;我们经历了不少。&lt;br /&gt;了解了很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在她要放开我的手时，&lt;br /&gt;我答应了她，&lt;br /&gt;会尽我所能。&lt;br /&gt;维持这一段感情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，&lt;br /&gt;时间慢慢的过去。&lt;br /&gt;感情慢慢的变淡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她选择了放弃。&lt;br /&gt;选择了逃避思恋的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;而我，&lt;br /&gt;只能在心里，&lt;br /&gt;默默的祝福她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说她是我的全部，&lt;br /&gt;那是假的。&lt;br /&gt;但如果我说没有了她没关系，&lt;br /&gt;那是谎言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了现在，&lt;br /&gt;话与泪已没用了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的一点一滴，&lt;br /&gt;把我真真地笑容带了出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我心目中，&lt;br /&gt;她。。。永远占了一个。。&lt;br /&gt;无人可代替的位置。&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/4621962885395955746-4976060540890866750?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4976060540890866750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4976060540890866750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4976060540890866750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4976060540890866750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-254345914148063446</id><published>2009-08-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:36:18.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day = Busy day part 1</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates for a VERY VERY long time. Cuz I've been busy, and when I'm not busy I just can't be bothered to update my sad little blog. Now that I have time, and surprisingly I'm not out tonight. I shall just update a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was a busy day for me. Spontaneously went on a last minute trip with my colleagues to Malacca. I had like 3 hours of sleep, and she called me up for it. Luckily I was not the one driving =)  Pictures will do the talking from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUWhIroBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zZS-jVhjM_k/s1600-h/5300_155489046118_621006118_4110858_4475785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUWhIroBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zZS-jVhjM_k/s320/5300_155489046118_621006118_4110858_4475785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376194432257990674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first stop - satay&lt;br /&gt;that's Clement, our friend/tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;he lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUXPhEAeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_pbSB8ekmIw/s1600-h/5300_155493931118_621006118_4110901_113036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUXPhEAeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_pbSB8ekmIw/s320/5300_155493931118_621006118_4110901_113036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376194444708282850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;right after tat.. cendol..&lt;br /&gt;(yea.. eating spree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUXV5ji1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/m9WLtZpIpf4/s1600-h/5300_155493966118_621006118_4110907_7938035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUXV5ji1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/m9WLtZpIpf4/s320/5300_155493966118_621006118_4110907_7938035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376194446421625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chicken ball rice! &gt;.&lt;  &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUX8pHiyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Mm90Q70R3W4/s320/5300_155501416118_621006118_4111036_5540437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376194456821664546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVer40WCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IYW9qeSgTTk/s1600-h/5300_155472561118_621006118_4110607_4574716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVer40WCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IYW9qeSgTTk/s320/5300_155472561118_621006118_4110607_4574716_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195672094824482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic.&lt;br /&gt;Cassie, Carolyn, Clement, Jerry, Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;i just realized.. four C's. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVePeL3JI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Fox252WaRBg/s1600-h/5300_155472556118_621006118_4110606_908034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVePeL3JI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Fox252WaRBg/s320/5300_155472556118_621006118_4110606_908034_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195664466926738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jump shot. something i learned from a good friend some time&lt;br /&gt;ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVe4wREJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/wQWKcxNViNY/s1600-h/5300_155501536118_621006118_4111056_4070431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwVe4wREJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/wQWKcxNViNY/s320/5300_155501536118_621006118_4111056_4070431_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195675548618898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chilling at a nice coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;i was really tired ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWDyciDeI/AAAAAAAAAls/_kDcV5_LUu0/s1600-h/5300_155501546118_621006118_4111058_4034071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWDyciDeI/AAAAAAAAAls/_kDcV5_LUu0/s320/5300_155501546118_621006118_4111058_4034071_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376196309510393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had cakes.. their specialties..&lt;br /&gt;yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWEFo8UrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7LQEuvXfrDk/s1600-h/5300_155501576118_621006118_4111064_7624973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWEFo8UrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7LQEuvXfrDk/s320/5300_155501576118_621006118_4111064_7624973_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376196314662720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we headed to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;me and jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWEmX5qLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/OzjPNoS_xLo/s1600-h/5300_155501581118_621006118_4111065_2958046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWEmX5qLI/AAAAAAAAAl8/OzjPNoS_xLo/s320/5300_155501581118_621006118_4111065_2958046_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376196323449612466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWE_qpuGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tUaDUMoWnuU/s1600-h/5300_155501616118_621006118_4111072_1138112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWE_qpuGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tUaDUMoWnuU/s320/5300_155501616118_621006118_4111072_1138112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376196330239146082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were actually many more photos,&lt;br /&gt;but it was taking too much time to be uploaded&lt;br /&gt;so i chose only a few to be in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;for more photos.. just visit my fb. =)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwYB5Z6IBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1HTkVW0QypE/s1600-h/5300_155501611118_621006118_4111071_6736405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwYB5Z6IBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1HTkVW0QypE/s320/5300_155501611118_621006118_4111071_6736405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376198476041953298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwWEFo8UrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7LQEuvXfrDk/s1600-h/5300_155501576118_621006118_4111064_7624973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-254345914148063446?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/254345914148063446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=254345914148063446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/254345914148063446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/254345914148063446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/08/independence-day-busy-day-part-1.html' title='Independence Day = Busy day part 1'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SpwUWhIroBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/zZS-jVhjM_k/s72-c/5300_155489046118_621006118_4110858_4475785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7504411627586281271</id><published>2009-08-19T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:38:44.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just love midnights. All peaceful, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get alot of those in the cities. People are too busy with their lives, many times we forgot to just sit down, listen to nothing... and do nothing. (obviously I do that alot)&lt;br /&gt;I love reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking of how ppl think of  me these days. What I portray myself as.&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night, drink every week. Hanging out with people of every field.&lt;br /&gt;Even people who barely knows me see me as a player. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a person who puts emotions in front of everything. I care for my family, lover and friends.. ALOT. I'd give my best to keep them for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;At times I just think that its all bullshits..... I mean.. nvr judge a book by its cover rite?..&lt;br /&gt;How can a person whom I just met for less than 2 hours judges me?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T, play around with girls. They're my friends, and just like my other friends.. I care for them, not becuz of any intentions I have, but purely.. friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I might have an imbalance ratio in gender when it comes to friends, but that does not make me a playboy?&lt;br /&gt;I hope, that ppl around me will understand me better, get to know the real me before taking me in as a friend or whichever role they're comfortable with me being one. I'd rather that then pre-judge me based on first impression and back stab me based on any lame excuses at all.&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/4621962885395955746-7504411627586281271?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7504411627586281271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7504411627586281271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7504411627586281271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7504411627586281271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/08/midnight.html' title='Midnight'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6924569833508018682</id><published>2009-08-09T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:35:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad night</title><content type='html'>It was yesterday night, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be perfectly normal. I had dinner with my family, and then I headed out for pool around 8 30pm together with Chee lim and Jimmy. 2 hours of pooling, cuz Jimmy was addicted, and we headed out for shisha at bukit jalil after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, we were kinda messing around with each other, you know.. boys....&lt;br /&gt;So 3 cars, Robin's, chee lim's and mine. We were just tailgaiting each other as usual. After I overtook lim's car, he tried catching up and his ride was just beside mine, when suddenly this yellow Rav 4 just came out of his lane and lim made an emergency brake with robin following closely behind. I heard tyres screeching and by the time I looked at my rear mirror all I could see was smoke from his tyres' burnouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked God the moment I knew he was okay, and from that moment on we were just cruising our ride, no more fooling around. Just when I thought it was bad enough. Not very long after the incident, chee lim got into an accident. Apparently a Toyota Wish hit a motorcycle that was speeding and the motorcycle hit lim's left rear rim when he was going at 60km/h. The motor spinned and the motorcyclist flew off from it and both the vehicle and the person was rolling out of control. Chee lim drove off without hesitation and I followed. There were 4 motorcycles and we were pretty sure they were "mat rempits". So we drove off and stopped by somewhere further to change his tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off our cars and looked at his rim, all we could say was "fuck...." lol&lt;br /&gt;it was really bad, the rim as well as the absorber went out of shape, and all we could do was to replace it with the spare tyre. It was still squeeking after we replaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made it for shisha. It was a bad night... and chee lim almost fell off his chair during shisha. Poor thing...its just not his day I guess. I feel bad for him.. so I treated him drinks today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will turn around pretty soon .. cuz.. everything is screwed&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a better tomorrow...&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sn6YLFz3lbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JZBHmG4vhzY/s1600-h/P090809_00.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sn6YLFz3lbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JZBHmG4vhzY/s200/P090809_00.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367895122177922482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy showing off his skills... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : she will no longer treat me the same anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-6924569833508018682?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6924569833508018682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6924569833508018682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6924569833508018682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6924569833508018682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-night.html' title='Bad night'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sn6YLFz3lbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/JZBHmG4vhzY/s72-c/P090809_00.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6335636764618368161</id><published>2009-08-07T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:16:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Emo Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my friends being around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things r just.. a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car's giving me problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got work tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a hell of a day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to blog more.. sad little polarpher's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without pills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris... out...&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/4621962885395955746-6335636764618368161?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6335636764618368161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6335636764618368161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6335636764618368161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6335636764618368161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/08/return-of-emo-prince.html' title='Return of the Emo Prince'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1715537285200553447</id><published>2009-07-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:22:07.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth reveals... (joking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know that I can actually be very sissy (girlish)&lt;br /&gt;at times....&lt;br /&gt;this was a shot taken by Charmaine when&lt;br /&gt;i was tidying my hair.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I realize, it was already too late.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't allowed to delete the pic.&lt;br /&gt;and now its on fb.. lol&lt;br /&gt;its ok.. I'm totally cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i'm so good looking even if I purposely pose for a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sm4MEqlMX7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/qR2BrJm6FZk/s1600-h/5931_124431905114_661230114_3528769_5862822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sm4MEqlMX7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/qR2BrJm6FZk/s200/5931_124431905114_661230114_3528769_5862822_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363237480534138802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... wat have i done? now theres fb AND my blog to see&lt;br /&gt;this side of me!!....&lt;br /&gt;NOO!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..enuf of being over dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: baby i will wait for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1715537285200553447?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1715537285200553447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1715537285200553447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1715537285200553447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1715537285200553447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-reveals-joking.html' title='The truth reveals... (joking)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sm4MEqlMX7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/qR2BrJm6FZk/s72-c/5931_124431905114_661230114_3528769_5862822_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3197719975677407872</id><published>2009-07-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:47:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>Many times, when I'm out in hang outs, I had this feeling. People were all smiling and laughing when something funny pops out of no where, its a hang out.. its supposed to be relaxing and fun, no problem there. I was smiling and all of a sudden I asked myself " why am I laughing again? "&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know I was wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my life, recently especially. I realise I've been wearing masks. Wearing a mask does not mean that I am lying to the people around me, it doesn't mean that I'm not sincere towards my friends or families. I AM very sincere towards the people around me, I'm not a good liar, not at all. Its because I have this policy of mine "when people around me are happy, I will be too". Times when I put on a mask, mostly are times when I don't want to bring down their spirits or make them down because of my own problems. I just don't like sharing my pain and bad stuffs that happened to me with my friends, I only want them to be happy, therefore I only share my happiness with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, I realize I needed more masks. When I'm facing my families, I don't want my parents to be worried about me when they already have so much to worry for, I needed a mask there. During my work, I'm a drum teacher. I'm a role model for many of my students, they look up to me. I can't let my personal life affect my work, at least I can't screw them up just because my life is screwed. No matter how I was feeling, when it comes to working hours, I need to forcefully put everything aside and keep myself neutral and just do what I was supposed to do, teach them well, there goes a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very lovely girlfriend, as cold as she might seemed on the outside, she's actually very loving on the inside. I know how she felt for me, and I know we're very in love. But there are always times when she's stressed out, and weak emotionally. Many times are because of our problems. We missed each other too much, its frustrating. There are so many things I want to tell her, about my feelings and all. But seeing her down everytime I bring those topic up, I stopped talking about them after a while. No matter how down and weak I was, I know I needed to be strong for her, for us. If there is one second I choose to give up, this relationship is gone. I always tell myself "chris, be strong.. for you cannot afford to fall, not even for one second." So no matter how down I was, or how weak I was. I need to be strong for her, telling her that everything is going to be ok, because we love each other. I didn't wear a mask there, but I wore one when I was not showing her how sad and how badly tortured I was. Don't get me wrong, I love her, more than ever, and I can never lie to her, its like she sees through me. Maybe she knows even without me telling her, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, little did I know. I haven't been really good to myself for a long time. My mom always tells me " chris, love yourself more alright? " .. The truth is I am loving myself, by loving others. I treasure everything I have, my lover, my families, my friendships. I take them very seriously... seriously as long as their happy I will be. Isn't that loving myself? But at times I do ask myself " am i being too considerate towards everyone around me except for myself? "   I'm very afraid, that one day when I wake up and look at the mirror, I will see a mask facing me. I've been hiding so much from everyone else to avoid them from worrying and being sad because of me. Will I wake up one day looking at the mirror realizing that I'm starting to hide from my true self as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to bed, because I can't get to sleep and I'll start thinking shits. I hate waking up early before I have things to do. Everyday when I wake up, I'm frustrated by thinking how am I going to get pass today? Time has been passing by me slow, the whole world seems to be spinning slower. I'm no longer looking forward for tomorrow, because each day is killing me by bit, and when I think about tomorrow all I can think of is it'll kill me by that much more again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people many times do so much, put in so much effort even knowing that they might never ever achieve the result they wanted. Why do people wait forever knowing that the one they love might not ever come back? Yes, things does not always go as planned. I might be torturing myself for nothing at all, in the end of the day maybe everyone will just think that I'm dumb for planting a tree that does not bear fruit. But, I have a hope....  a HOPE that is stronger than everything. This hope drives me through my painful days, and keep me striving for more. This hope, gives me the strength to carry on. I do not care about the heart killing process, all I do care about now is the result. I know what result I want, and no matter how hard it is going to be, I will carry on trying my best to work things out. I know I will have breakdowns, I'll fall... but I'll learn to stand up and walk again quickly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I miss u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3197719975677407872?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3197719975677407872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3197719975677407872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3197719975677407872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3197719975677407872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/mask.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7982453243384244575</id><published>2009-07-22T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:07:06.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of perspective</title><content type='html'>Many days have passed, and everyday the cruelty of the facts reminds me to face up against the harsh reality, I've nvr done this before. But I am surely stronger by day. "getting used to things" is not the right phrase to describe my current situation. The phrase to my current situation is "hardships molds me into a better person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had issues with trusts. Mainly becuz I was alone most of my life, and bad, harsh experiences had taught me to be cautious, and there were just too many cases of betrayal so far for me. But right now, the environment and my relationship is forcing me to learn how to trust... based on love. So, things are going fine.. I'm glad, and I'm still working hard to learn to be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with me now is, I need to find things to do. Hopefully beneficial ones.&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of time to spend... hope i can say the same thing about money. But no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my usual routine and I just wanna step out of my comfort zone to do something else... hopefully not stupid. Cuz I've been doing lots of stupid stuffs lately. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;will update some pictures later... here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i'm still quite down..many times... not knowing why..hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7982453243384244575?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7982453243384244575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7982453243384244575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7982453243384244575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7982453243384244575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-perspective.html' title='A change of perspective'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1842347036980125743</id><published>2009-07-18T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:11:42.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long ... long week..</title><content type='html'>Time has been passing... very slow...&lt;br /&gt;many things had happened.. many times my heart aches....&lt;br /&gt;but... i personally think tat its worth?..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. things r changing.. so fast.. it seems like I would nvr be able to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times, when I have nothing to turn to. So I turned to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;These 9 days.. i've been drunk so many times. Sometimes on my own, sometimes with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, went to my cousin's house to drink, and I got drunk so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe becuz I was too exhausted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 days, I had less than 10 hours of sleep all together, and its going really bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?.. when all i have in dreams were nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;here i am waiting for her to come online...&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to balance up the emoness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGqDAjsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0xRMmUcK3H8/s1600-h/20090717239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGqDAjsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0xRMmUcK3H8/s200/20090717239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956572053212866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGR2-CoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5HyVsqtEmIw/s1600-h/20090717238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGR2-CoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5HyVsqtEmIw/s200/20090717238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956565560265346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGAoVo4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/I1Xc_--VQzU/s1600-h/20090717237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGAoVo4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/I1Xc_--VQzU/s200/20090717237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956560935494530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkF3iEFFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mV_sScXboEc/s1600-h/20090717234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkF3iEFFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/mV_sScXboEc/s200/20090717234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956558493258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkFk24-lI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TxjM5xNTZqo/s1600-h/20090717233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkFk24-lI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TxjM5xNTZqo/s200/20090717233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956553480338002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be smiling in all of the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;but am i really enjoying life?.. or is the smile on the outside of me.. a cover.. to cover up my pain and troubles on the inside.?....&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i'm thinking anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i would trade anything to see her smile.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1842347036980125743?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1842347036980125743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1842347036980125743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1842347036980125743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1842347036980125743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-long-week.html' title='A long ... long week..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SmJkGqDAjsI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0xRMmUcK3H8/s72-c/20090717239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3112388794475211640</id><published>2009-07-15T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:31:00.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm....</title><content type='html'>My macbook is finally serving its purpose lately. Cuz I've been bringing it around more often. Although its quite a pain to bring it around becuz of its weight. But still..its always cool to have  macbook around instead of leaving it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Hakka Lee in subang while having my one and a half hour break. Next class is at 5 and then i'll be working all the way until 9. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much disappointed at myself. Becuz of what happened yesterday. Long story.. will write them when I feel like it.. or never. I've never felt this way before.... this strong feeling I had somehow has its down and negative side as well? ...&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that, I'm not as good as I thought i can handle myself...&lt;br /&gt;in many ways.. i'm very disappointed at myself.. and I hope wat i did yesterday wouldn't leave a bad impression to .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the beauty of love is that pain exists as well" quote... from a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sl2TY56LLrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KR6i3KvRQWo/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sl2TY56LLrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KR6i3KvRQWo/s200/Photo+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358601187711725234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at hakka lee&lt;br /&gt;i noe i look like ****&lt;br /&gt;but can't expect too much from a guy who had a hang over.. =P&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/4621962885395955746-3112388794475211640?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3112388794475211640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3112388794475211640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3112388794475211640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3112388794475211640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/erm.html' title='Erm....'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sl2TY56LLrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KR6i3KvRQWo/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-236573332434086201</id><published>2009-07-12T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:20:08.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Remains</title><content type='html'>I'm at Kepong now, inside this Pak Hailam Kopitiam. Cuz my car's being fixed at the moment. Changing new tyres, having my disc brake checked,tuning the chamber... and a couple of things..should take a while. It'll take another 2 hours or so I guess, luckily I was smart enough to bring my lappie along. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day overall. I've received good news from my b that our next meet might not be as far as we first thought it would be. There was a couple of good news from her, and I'm glad that we actually have alot more to look forward to now, at least we have several targets for now.&lt;br /&gt;These plans may not work, but lets be a little positive here shall we? lol its anyhow better than having nothing in mind at all. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so freaking bored now. Apart from my routines, I have nothing better to do. Last week my schedule was quite hectic becuz knowing that she'll be leaving very soon, me and b tried to have as many activities together as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's left, I'm just pretty restless here.&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions ppl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-236573332434086201?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/236573332434086201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=236573332434086201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/236573332434086201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/236573332434086201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-remains.html' title='Hope Remains'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7627839467074703988</id><published>2009-07-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:43:14.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;at about 8 30pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;She left... for swiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our last hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of not wanting&lt;br /&gt;someone to leave ur arms.&lt;br /&gt;its tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her leave...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;We might not see each other&lt;br /&gt;for a long... long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship has been...&lt;br /&gt;challenging..&lt;br /&gt;short...&lt;br /&gt;but meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in us.&lt;br /&gt;Although there might be a million things&lt;br /&gt;to go through...&lt;br /&gt;millions of possibilities..&lt;br /&gt;But we promised to try our level best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her leave..&lt;br /&gt;and I walked back to my car...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;but for that moment after I shut my door..&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and tear came down from my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my first time.. driving to airport alone,&lt;br /&gt;and then drive home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may...&lt;br /&gt;here I stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Guess I'll blog more for now?.. since I have .. alot of time to spare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7627839467074703988?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7627839467074703988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7627839467074703988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7627839467074703988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7627839467074703988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-she-goes.html' title='There she goes'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2813258847030992504</id><published>2009-07-05T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:01:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead....yet</title><content type='html'>Its been I dunno, ages... since I last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;There was a few things to blog about, but when things happened I just didn't have the mood to write anything. in this case - type.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's new in my life, cuz its currently going through a rough downhill. Which obviously I'm not proud of it at all. "She" is back, for a week. We actually went through alot and we thought everything was ok after she was able to defer her University admission until October. So we thought everything will be alright from there on. But on our first day out after she came back from the states, she received a call ... and from that moment on, everything was dark as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought we'll have a short 3 months together. All of a sudden, she's leaving this coming Friday. the 10th. There's nothing I could do, what WE can do is to cherish everyday we can have, and every moment spent together. We try to avoid bringing up that topic.. no matter how normal we look on the outside, me and her both know how much we're struggling on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not imagine what would happen in the future, and I shouldn't. Cuz its beyond my grasp and ability to control. If it is God's will, so be it I guess? I think HE has a plan for me. It'll be at least 3 years for her in Switzerland, and from this coming December onwards, it'll be at least 3 years for me in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get all these thoughts out of my mind... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris.. out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2813258847030992504?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2813258847030992504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2813258847030992504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2813258847030992504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2813258847030992504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-deadyet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead....yet'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4559465004002130669</id><published>2009-06-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:31:53.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO emo EmO eMo Emo mo mo mo mo mo........</title><content type='html'>alright i dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;and wat happened..&lt;br /&gt;i was .. erm kinda high today&lt;br /&gt;rather peculiar..&lt;br /&gt;but its not like the happy kinda high u see...&lt;br /&gt;its.. just emo...&lt;br /&gt;now tat i'm alone.. with my com...&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crap..&lt;br /&gt;no idea wat happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was affected by ppl...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea wat happened to her...&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea wat happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;we only treat ppl nice when we're happy?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris... out... y am i blogging anyway.... waste of my time...****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-4559465004002130669?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4559465004002130669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4559465004002130669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4559465004002130669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4559465004002130669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-emo-emo-emo-emo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo.html' title='EMO emo EmO eMo Emo mo mo mo mo mo........'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4389048629801150908</id><published>2009-06-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:12:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've always been complaining that my life was not that happening. I take my words back now.&lt;br /&gt;This entire week was hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the routines, I've had many surprises, .. more on the bad side.&lt;br /&gt;And so much things to do... but I'm glad.. at least .. I've done some good deeds around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual happened tho.&lt;br /&gt;Owh.. watched an accident happened right in front of me couple of days ago while I was shishaing.&lt;br /&gt;This satria neo was trying to be cool performing a sharp turn around the corner right in front of the shop, he lost control of his car... and he ran into his friend's car - Red Kenari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened was, we were all there.. and everyone saw the accident. Innocent friend of his...&lt;br /&gt;If that was my car I wouldn't know how to deal with it too.. I mean.. it was just a normal car parking along the road .. and bam... there goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little catching up with some of my friends this week. Pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;Some of'em were my friends back in high school and its been .. at least 2 years since we last saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about me.. nothing much has changed. Wait..there is.. my hair! .. erm.. went for a haircut and becuz I had so much time, so I decided to dye it too. Now its erm.. light brownish, doesn't go along well with my thick eyebrow though. But it'll be alot better after a week or 2, when it looks more natural i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, ... I seemed to always forget what I wanted to blog about...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: They say as life goes on, u'll need different kinds of friends?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that statement was a false one. Cuz.. I wanna keep them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S (2) : Time is passing slow without u......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-4389048629801150908?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4389048629801150908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4389048629801150908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4389048629801150908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4389048629801150908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-update.html' title='Just an update.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8554194159320581243</id><published>2009-06-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:41:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNt97emECI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gkc0xVkI3zs/s1600-h/4395_94594396643_510641643_2434607_6648725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNt97emECI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gkc0xVkI3zs/s320/4395_94594396643_510641643_2434607_6648725_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738093324374050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNt3kzWHOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hmLYmMc5MqE/s1600-h/4395_94594401643_510641643_2434608_900220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNt3kzWHOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hmLYmMc5MqE/s320/4395_94594401643_510641643_2434608_900220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737984158178530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this me="" this="" is="" her=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were schoolmates back in high school. We knew about each other's existence. But that was about it. After graduation, we were both busy moving on with our lives. We were in very different places, and time passes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years later, on a random night. We met each other again. We were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNu5MUkrPI/AAAAAAAAAho/yoIPndFbgGk/s1600-h/4324_88653731643_510641643_2348216_6463291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNu5MUkrPI/AAAAAAAAAho/yoIPndFbgGk/s320/4324_88653731643_510641643_2348216_6463291_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739111458024690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random night in club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, something happened. This unexplainable feeling we had for each other... from the club to our shisha session with friends. Couldn't get my eyes off her. So being straight and honest as ever, I told her.... two days later.. we became an item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNv4ptzQ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/VbMAWICsVJo/s1600-h/n510641643_2434612_4202545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNv4ptzQ6I/AAAAAAAAAhw/VbMAWICsVJo/s320/n510641643_2434612_4202545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346740201680225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No doubt, it was a tough decision for her and me to make. We had many issues to deal with, some within our ability to control and decide such as friends and family. The other one we plainly just leave it onto God becuz we had totally no control over it - TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried our best to fully utilize our remaining time together.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to understand more about each other,&lt;br /&gt;as well as ourselves....&lt;br /&gt;its weird... many times.. during the process of understanding the others,&lt;br /&gt;u get to know alot more about urself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and her..&lt;br /&gt;the least we could do.. was ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwx3dQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/j050wmcFmBU/s1600-h/4395_94594271643_510641643_2434586_6751888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwx3dQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/j050wmcFmBU/s320/4395_94594271643_510641643_2434586_6751888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741184621505506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staying strong and having each other's back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwyap2SsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Y3eFy6hzs1g/s1600-h/4395_94594461643_510641643_2434620_1545394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwyap2SsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Y3eFy6hzs1g/s320/4395_94594461643_510641643_2434620_1545394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741194069527234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we cherish the sweet good moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwyLr_2YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-E4l3dkI8Mk/s1600-h/4395_94594441643_510641643_2434616_2192656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNwyLr_2YI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-E4l3dkI8Mk/s320/4395_94594441643_510641643_2434616_2192656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741190052010370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we also go through the bad times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNymERxNRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mO8MLrNog6g/s1600-h/4395_94594536643_510641643_2434633_6643255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNymERxNRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mO8MLrNog6g/s320/4395_94594536643_510641643_2434633_6643255_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346743180927776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our time together so far..&lt;br /&gt;was like going on an escalator...&lt;br /&gt;we reached a whole new level very quickly..&lt;br /&gt;but it was a very short journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad..&lt;br /&gt;that at the very least,&lt;br /&gt;we're still holding on to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdf82bxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rKLU0_iFz-g/s1600-h/4395_94594456643_510641643_2434619_1200918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdf82bxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rKLU0_iFz-g/s320/4395_94594456643_510641643_2434619_1200918_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346744133249036050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdh6b_0I/AAAAAAAAAig/SR9-VEKJWxc/s1600-h/4395_94594306643_510641643_2434592_216022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdh6b_0I/AAAAAAAAAig/SR9-VEKJWxc/s320/4395_94594306643_510641643_2434592_216022_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346744133775785794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdiIw4FI/AAAAAAAAAio/8Li5xpywXx4/s1600-h/n510641643_2434617_6704735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNzdiIw4FI/AAAAAAAAAio/8Li5xpywXx4/s320/n510641643_2434617_6704735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346744133835874386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loves u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;this me="" this="" is="" her=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8554194159320581243?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8554194159320581243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8554194159320581243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8554194159320581243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8554194159320581243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-and-her.html' title='Me and her'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SjNt97emECI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gkc0xVkI3zs/s72-c/4395_94594396643_510641643_2434607_6648725_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-48995740566241527</id><published>2009-06-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:39:01.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships Confusion</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty confused now. Its been bugging me for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Friends......&lt;br /&gt;what are friends? ....&lt;br /&gt;I take friendships very seriously, and I'm always sincere towards each and every one of them. Trying my best to make the best out of my role as their friends. I treasure them, becuz I have always believed and I still do, that they are my families outside my house. We have each other's back and we try our best to keep each other strong throughout this short journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;But prioritizing... is a very deep management skill.&lt;br /&gt;I just got screwed up by a friend, becuz I wasn't there for her when she needed me. I was accused for being a liar becuz I've once said " I"ll be there for u when u need me "&lt;br /&gt;I've failed her, this I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a solid excuse for that. Becuz I was with my gf on a vacation and I wanted to spend as much time possible with her, knowing that she'll be leaving very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Am I prioritizing things wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;Is ONE failure sufficient to judge a person's dependability?&lt;br /&gt;All I know was.. If I was able to be there for her.. I would.. I really would have.&lt;br /&gt;She told me we should never be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its faited that we should never be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have this sudden feeling that after all these years of me trying so hard to be a good friend to the others... I've failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really a bad friend?... I dunno.....&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried so hard to play my roles.. as a son.. a brother... a lover.. a friend...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted ppl around me to be happy... and be someone who ppl can turn to not just for happiness but also for a shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what have I done wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm missing her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-48995740566241527?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/48995740566241527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=48995740566241527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/48995740566241527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/48995740566241527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendships-confusion.html' title='Friendships Confusion'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8898455832690095063</id><published>2009-06-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:50:38.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead tired</title><content type='html'>I had.. HALF an hour sleep for the past 30 hours?&lt;br /&gt;yup..half an hour..&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it I was on my way to Seremban and Malacca for one day trip.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could have a nice nap over there but instead my dad went for golf, and I drove my mom and sis around town =.='&lt;br /&gt;Went for seafood in Balakong. We had HUGE HUGE crab. JOKING U I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my parents, the three of us had about 3kg of crabs. It was nice but its just too damn big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2XLqrbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Vo5MKrZ04Ho/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2XLqrbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Vo5MKrZ04Ho/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344317938229489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad.. totally loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2aNMG8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GYjtm_sNB_o/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2aNMG8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GYjtm_sNB_o/s320/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344317939041180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the size of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2Ispr6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/oeA709CYFR8/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2Ispr6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/oeA709CYFR8/s320/DSC02155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344317934341304226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2GHibKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1x0eZBIJClM/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2GHibKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1x0eZBIJClM/s320/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344317933648768162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crabs/craps haha.. jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then..came back..was totally exhausted. But insisted myself on clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;So I went.... and.. somehow it felt like it was a total havoc. But I'm trying my best to spend as much time with "her" as possible. She's leaving on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;Now tat I'm back home, I can't sleep... going to church in another 4 hours time. Don't think I'll be sleeping.. So most probably another 24 hours without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Is it wrong to try to play all my roles in life to the fullest.. at least.. the best that I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8898455832690095063?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8898455832690095063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8898455832690095063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8898455832690095063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8898455832690095063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SirU2XLqrbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Vo5MKrZ04Ho/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6795290821596385438</id><published>2009-06-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:54:04.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I'm off for a week. ONE WEEK baby!! so.. ask me out ppl?.. anything..trips..hang outs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?! Christopher bought a new shisha bottle!..... Yay?&lt;br /&gt;Sold my previous one to my friend. So bought a new one, its a red bottle, and it has two pipes. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWxsKvBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QzUfwyLjKFQ/s1600-h/P020609_02.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWxsKvBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QzUfwyLjKFQ/s320/P020609_02.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342433932170935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWqwiDcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/bVoUBcGy_Ok/s1600-h/P020609_02.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWqwiDcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/bVoUBcGy_Ok/s320/P020609_02.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342433930310192578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWKUmEoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/b2JWz0vPbjI/s1600-h/P020609_02.49_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWKUmEoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/b2JWz0vPbjI/s320/P020609_02.49_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342433921603080834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that the gaps between me and my friends will nvr heal... and least for now I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Things are just not like the way they were already.. it'll nvr be the same again?&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving in a week time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: dunno y.. suddenly damn down.. she's leaving me physically..&lt;br /&gt;friends r leaving me physically and emotionally?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-6795290821596385438?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6795290821596385438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6795290821596385438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6795290821596385438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6795290821596385438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SiQjWxsKvBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QzUfwyLjKFQ/s72-c/P020609_02.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6422989201458139</id><published>2009-05-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:43:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth?</title><content type='html'>Many of u might know, that I'm once again attached. Its been about 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;What many of u DON'T KNOW, is that this relationship might be a heart-breaking one.&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and her were school mates back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;We acknowledged each other's existence but hardly spoke before.&lt;br /&gt;Until that day, we met each other again during an occasion organized by our mutual friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk, and she was beside me... and I felt it.&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since I had this peaceful feeling over someone's presence.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, she made me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;I was a straight forward person and I still am. So, I told her everything.&lt;br /&gt;There was many issues to be concerned about....&lt;br /&gt;mainly.... TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be leaving for Switzerland very soon. We might have less than a month together.&lt;br /&gt;So it leaves us two choices :&lt;br /&gt;a.) to enjoy the remaining time together happily and take on the consequences a month later.&lt;br /&gt;b.) to remain as friends and live on as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself many times... and ... it is just so hard to get that feeling u noe?&lt;br /&gt;So I told myself.. " what's life without ups and downs? ".....&lt;br /&gt;And so we're together... ignoring time.. and enjoying every moment possible together...&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl say its romantic...&lt;br /&gt;some say its futile..&lt;br /&gt;what do u think?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This matter has nothing to do with my previous post, that was some other problems I'm currently dealing with. Btw I'm much better now, and I appreciate all of u who didn't give up on me despite my downfall. I'm be fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-6422989201458139?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6422989201458139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6422989201458139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6422989201458139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6422989201458139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-worth.html' title='Is it worth?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2578507565488930042</id><published>2009-05-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:47:10.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down fall?...</title><content type='html'>I'm.. in a terrible condition now.. remember I said I'll be in shape and normal in no time? I was wrong. I doubt tat I'll be fine anytime soon, considering myself in this deep shit mess now.. no.. I didn't owe "loan shark" money . I was referring to emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that suddenly u have no place in this world? Like, ppl around u just don't know u anymore. My good friends, other than my guy buddies, whom I thought I could share my deepest inner feelings with.. or just hang out and talk crap with... just.. seemed so far away now. No one really understands me now I guess... In less than a week, I kinda lose all my close friends.. y I dunno... I've been doing crazy things and I know I'm putting my frustrations and anger on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing things which are bad for me...physically and mentally. gosh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is that.. I can't show them out when I'm outside with my friends.. hang outs are as usual. I am still helping my friends with their problems... being a good listener at least.. Its not that I CAN'T show them.. I'll automatically "BE" normal when I'm outside.. or in front of my families. What I've gained.. so hard.. after my last fall... just.. slipped off my hands in less than a week time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can elustrate my current emotions and feelings further...&lt;br /&gt;cuz.. words r dead... and.. my feelings will be too..if I don handle myself well now..&lt;br /&gt;all these time, I've been offering myself for others.. to help my family and friends.. regardless of how tired I was or how weak I was... becuz I want them to be happy.. I would trade alot for that smile on their faces. But maybe its time I care a little more about myself... maybe.. I need to find "me" to help me out...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why am I writing these bull****s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris...out and down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2578507565488930042?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2578507565488930042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2578507565488930042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2578507565488930042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2578507565488930042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/down-fall.html' title='down fall?...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1466810728509216524</id><published>2009-05-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:16:55.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops..</title><content type='html'>HOWDY ppl! sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;Its just, my life has been a roller coaster recently, I mean the past weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things happened at the same time, so many things to deal with and so little time and energy. I've been going through some rough stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to manage my time as well as money. Been spending like nobody's business, and of course, been driving so much. But no worries, everything's under control. I'm getting a hang of things now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that, friends' problems... family issues.. and of course my very own problems that has been turning me upside down. Not to mention lack of rest lead to fatigue breakdown to my body. So, I'm taking tml off for a good rest at home. ( well its my off day anyhow =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to play my roles the best I can. Becuz... as long as the ppl around me are happy, I'm happy. That's y I'm trying really hard to do what I can for them. Stay cool ppl! will hang out with u all soon.. its a promise. Just give me sometime to adjust stuffs here and I'll be back in shape =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care fellas...&lt;br /&gt;Chris.... exhausted.. out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1466810728509216524?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1466810728509216524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1466810728509216524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1466810728509216524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1466810728509216524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='oops..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5394270333676815205</id><published>2009-05-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:47:01.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog before sleeping..</title><content type='html'>Its 7 30am in the morning, during clubbing yesterday I was the one complaining how tired I was and now, I'm having difficulties sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;Something,..kept bothering me... its this feeling that hasn't been around for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanted to blog about this the other day but forgotten. ( having some problems with the brain. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I stopped by the garage, just to kill time. Then there was this mini, VERY VERY old one. Out of all the nice cars, it totally caught me and my buddy's attention. It has nothing but a rusted and torn body, but with a newly built in mini turbo engine.. wtf rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the permission to try out the car, and so we did. Reversing the car was the very first challenge. Firstly, it has no side mirrors, it has ... NO mirrors at all. Not to mention the clutch was extremely heavy and difficult to control. Despite us both owners of 2 manual satrias, we had a tough time figuring out the car. Then, the next thing we realized was that it has no brakes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;We took it for a short ride, obviously getting everyone's attention. Then we were told tat we should've pumped the brakes a couple of times before starting to pump oil in order to activate the brakes.  Wonder how it looks like?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr27XxJJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_JrxVEJBpXY/s1600-h/P110509_15.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr27XxJJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_JrxVEJBpXY/s320/P110509_15.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335828618665862290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting off the engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3Bo14QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P-1-FX8s6vs/s1600-h/P110509_15.50_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3Bo14QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/P-1-FX8s6vs/s320/P110509_15.50_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335828620348088578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3KT7unI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zNqhgeG1msY/s1600-h/P110509_15.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3KT7unI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zNqhgeG1msY/s320/P110509_15.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335828622676310642" border="0" /&gt; very blur pic of me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chee lim handled the car pretty well i thought. But trust me, its dead tiring. lol&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how would it look like when its done, although it won't be anytime soon but ... maybe one day when I come back from New Zealand I wouldn't even recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, gotta crash.... dead tired. Happy that I'm updating my blog so often?.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3bhA1vI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_ob_YSI8vbw/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr3bhA1vI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_ob_YSI8vbw/s320/DSC01675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335828627294574322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LLL Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Lonely and Lack of Love =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-5394270333676815205?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5394270333676815205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5394270333676815205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5394270333676815205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5394270333676815205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-before-sleeping.html' title='Blog before sleeping..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sgyr27XxJJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_JrxVEJBpXY/s72-c/P110509_15.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7213445709912101248</id><published>2009-05-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:57:26.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh Man..</title><content type='html'>Boring ... boring.. boring...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know y am I feeling so down now, maybe its becuz I'm feeling bored... and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Subang just now, for like.. 2 hours, then came back.&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go Bukit Jalil to join my friends at 2am later, but I'm just too lazy and its just TOO FAR. Just by imagining the way there in my head killed all the enthusiasm to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;So, went to get myself some dvds, ( as in proper movie, don't think too much ), and 2 magazines to past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, maybe its just faited that I should work on my song, stay at home.. be safe.. be creative!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so reluctant to do just anything, including cutting my fingernails. Its like after I started playing bass, I basically need to cut my fingernails every week, its growing like grass in summer. =.=&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SghKXFCVwCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oA3rr-2wgdE/s1600-h/P110509_23.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SghKXFCVwCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oA3rr-2wgdE/s320/P110509_23.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595518969790498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my accompaniments for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;magazines and lotsa lotsa movies. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Why do I feel like I'm less important these days?..  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7213445709912101248?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7213445709912101248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7213445709912101248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7213445709912101248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7213445709912101248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/owh-man.html' title='Owh Man..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SghKXFCVwCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/oA3rr-2wgdE/s72-c/P110509_23.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4093906542215932971</id><published>2009-05-10T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:13:24.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attended relative's wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;from 7pm to 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for hang outs&lt;br /&gt;from 12:30am - 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the news today,&lt;br /&gt;Kota Kemuning is not longer a safe town...&lt;br /&gt;dammit...&lt;br /&gt;there's no where safe in Malaysia is there?&lt;br /&gt;Kota Kemuning is now a&lt;br /&gt;targeted crime area..&lt;br /&gt;how sad can things be?&lt;br /&gt;Who can we depend on?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgdQ84ThagI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Aq8o4UZADOw/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgdQ84ThagI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Aq8o4UZADOw/s320/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334321290480282114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S:  ... God.. help this country....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-4093906542215932971?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4093906542215932971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4093906542215932971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4093906542215932971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4093906542215932971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgdQ84ThagI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Aq8o4UZADOw/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1244373513548900903</id><published>2009-05-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:15:35.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOring..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgPpwc_r3tI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jHorpzT_qQ8/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgPpwc_r3tI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jHorpzT_qQ8/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333363402363100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Starbucks Coffee Taipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 15:45pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently today is my off day and apparently I've got nothing better to do than coming to Starbucks coffee with my laptop and surf, and apparently this is by far the slowest wi-fi services ever. It freaking took me about 4 minutes to open up facebook, and 3 minutes for blogspot. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't really my idea of coming here and spending 20 bucks on drinks and a muffin though. It was our Ms. Grace Ong's idea. I was actually pretty lazy, and went to lounge around my room a little. But here I am, using this very very slow wi-fi internet, and she's reading her newly bought magazine in front of me, and basically we're both ignoring each other, well more of her ignoring me becuz she thinks it is all so cool and knowledgeable just becuz she's reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I have a much cooler and darker room now.. *star wars theme started*  "I am turning into the dark side". lol Yea, my mom added a thick dark blue layer under my previous curtain and now its pitched black when the lights r off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lots of thoughts running up my head up and down these days. I'm trying really hard to figure out exactly wat they are, but it seems to me their merely just mixed and fragments of stuffs, so... fixing up the puzzle now to get a better picture of wat my mind wants to tell me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4621962885395955746-1244373513548900903?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1244373513548900903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1244373513548900903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1244373513548900903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1244373513548900903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/boring.html' title='BOring..'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgPpwc_r3tI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jHorpzT_qQ8/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2865537438120293723</id><published>2009-05-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:50:17.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night without my curtains T.T</title><content type='html'>You know they say " you'll never noe how important it is until u loose it" ?   I'm feeling it now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling my mom that its a little too glary in my room becuz the curtain was too thin. She told me she'll fix it, as in add another layer onto it. But I didn't noe it was going to be tonight. I drove back just now and I had a crystal clear visual into my room. From the inside, it looks like this.&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgCXNefCqsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/K2gRNuJUDi8/s1600-h/P060509_03.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgCXNefCqsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/K2gRNuJUDi8/s320/P060509_03.40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332428216584022722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;0% privacy =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, at least I came back late. Its 3:50am now. But the challenge is yet to come. By the time I hit the sack, I'll have about.. 2 hours of sleep before the sun shines directly into my room and KILL ME. ( yea.. i'm like a vampire or something..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No privacy at all, everyone can see through the window and see this retard in front of his lappie now blogging. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, on the other hand.. I'll have a cooler and darker room starting tml. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now.. daym... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I think i'm becoming a better person..really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2865537438120293723?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2865537438120293723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2865537438120293723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2865537438120293723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2865537438120293723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-without-my-curtains-tt.html' title='A night without my curtains T.T'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SgCXNefCqsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/K2gRNuJUDi8/s72-c/P060509_03.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7554613877755167948</id><published>2009-05-03T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:37:08.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Polarpher</title><content type='html'>An uber lame title for the post to begin with....anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Owh HEYA! its been a while huh? If any of u were wondering if Chris' dead or something.. as much as u wished for it to happen, I'm really sorry to disappoint u. I'm as good as ever. =)&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I've been so caught up with... with...... with... nothing??! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;As lifeless as I may seemed to be, I'm actually NOT! Where to begin..hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on Thursday a fortnight ago, I attended this psychology workshop which was held at Sri Petaling Hotel. It was a 4 days course, so I even took a day off my saturday's work for it. ( of course i replaced my classes, I'm a responsible teacher k ). It was really beneficial and it was totally worth the money. I've learnt and understand so much more bout myself, emotions, dealing with emotions, and of course.. dealing with relationships. It'll be endless if I were to talk about it right now, but yea it was good. Met new friends, and it was just awesome. There'll be another workshop again this coming July and I'm definitely going for it, and u noe wat.. they had certificates for students as a sign of graduation.. how cool is tat? It has widened up my point of view about many things and I hope that I can use this tiny little knowledge I have to help my love ones, family and friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sf3iRuj9tEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qUoOdE1eKc4/s1600-h/P040509_02.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sf3iRuj9tEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qUoOdE1eKc4/s320/P040509_02.18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331666328061064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because of this course, I had 2 hours sleep for 4 days and during the course I had 5 cups of coffee everyday. Coffee is so addictive ya know.... anyways.. as I was saying yea I'm still very exhausted these days, struggling with my sleeping hours. But I've achieved some good improvements recently, I'm sleeping at 4am instead of 6am. That's a 2 hours improvement! I'm so proud of myself &gt;.&lt;     Its good to sleep before sunrise... ( somehow tat sounded retarded ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well more updates to come.. =) its a promise!&lt;br /&gt;I'll update my sad little blog even if I have bull something out of nothing...&lt;br /&gt;for now, I need rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I need to go shopping for clothes.. who's with me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris... out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7554613877755167948?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7554613877755167948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7554613877755167948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7554613877755167948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7554613877755167948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-polarpher.html' title='The Return of Polarpher'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sf3iRuj9tEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qUoOdE1eKc4/s72-c/P040509_02.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6088680479988005669</id><published>2009-04-16T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:30:57.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 4 : 16 am. I'm in front of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;I actually dozed off on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came awake,&lt;br /&gt;looking at some msgs my friends dropped me,&lt;br /&gt;probably assuming tat I was not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading some of the msgs,&lt;br /&gt;and replied them.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt like doing something....&lt;br /&gt;something which I haven't been doing for a&lt;br /&gt;LONG LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;I changed all my accounts' passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started having my first&lt;br /&gt;hotmail account on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I've been using the same password ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Although I gave each password a slight modification here and there,&lt;br /&gt;but they all came from the same origin.&lt;br /&gt;Even after break ups with my exes...&lt;br /&gt;It has never occur to me that I should change them.&lt;br /&gt;Many friends of mine told me I should,&lt;br /&gt;to avoid problems and just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;But their words went into deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I had problems...&lt;br /&gt;just like what my friends told me..&lt;br /&gt;but all I did was only "modifying" it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just.. I've changed all of'em.&lt;br /&gt;ALL of'em..&lt;br /&gt;its pretty random to an extend its kinda creepy u noe?..&lt;br /&gt;like having nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly THIS?&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't feel rite..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even noe if its a good thing..&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/4621962885395955746-6088680479988005669?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6088680479988005669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6088680479988005669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6088680479988005669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6088680479988005669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-sign.html' title='A good sign?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8656735677548126456</id><published>2009-04-13T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:12:54.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red eye post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My right eye just turned red for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;( or there is one but i'm too stupid too know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt,&lt;br /&gt;its not itchy nor painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes to what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling....&lt;br /&gt;I know it, its very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, can't you see i'm alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8656735677548126456?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8656735677548126456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8656735677548126456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8656735677548126456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8656735677548126456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-eye-post.html' title='Red eye post.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8422453669159857066</id><published>2009-04-08T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:27:48.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Break.</title><content type='html'>Its 4:oopm and as usual I'm having my first meal of the day. Its my break time between classes. Gotta go USJ2 for another class later, and I have 1 hour to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at SUBWAY Subang now, yup yup... decided to have a nice and healthy meal since I'm not in my best shape. Having sore throat and a little cough, and I'm having Coke. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that it only takes me 10 minutes or so to finish my sandwich. So I still have  50 minutes more to go, that's y I decided to blog... about basically nothing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to roughly describe what's happening around me. I'm blogging while listening to songs, and there's a huge bunch of college students next to my table talking real loud ( as if i can't hear them with my earphone on &gt;.&lt; ). There's a girl opposite my table, sitting alone enjoying her meal while staring into space, and another girl sitting rather far from me having only a drink, with a pissed off look. As u can see or visualize the scene around here, its rather dull. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to have my midi controller here with me now, so that I can do a little composing. But with the size of my midi controller, its a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna doze off soon looking at my monitor. I'm listening to Enya and Emi Fujita.. lullaby songs... =.=''. I'm so tired.....  5 more classes to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok i shall keep myself focus on tml becuz tml is an off day. YAH!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8422453669159857066?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8422453669159857066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8422453669159857066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8422453669159857066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8422453669159857066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunch-break.html' title='Lunch Break.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-389866066190704613</id><published>2009-04-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:04:30.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newborn</title><content type='html'>My eldest cousin's wife just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl just last week. Yesterday, the entire family went to visit'em and to take a look at the beautiful newborn =) I'm really glad for them as it was their second attempt to have a child already, thank God for His grace and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my niece, I suddenly realized how fast time went by. How 20 years just flashed by me.&lt;br /&gt;For that moment when I look at her, I felt like life is really short. We only have that few decades to really enjoy ourselves and discover what life really is, to live life to the fullest. My life is so not happening these days, gotta pump up some stuffs to do, I shall not waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining again out there, really coming down alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain. It brings out the mood in everything. It allows u to go deep into ur mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very well physically. So I shall just hit the sack now.. and enjoy the vibe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I realize my English's getting worse.. is it just me or wat?....Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only there is this special someone to hold on to through the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling secure when u open ur eyes.. seeing that someone in ur arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if everything does not matter so much anymore, as long as she's here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-389866066190704613?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/389866066190704613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=389866066190704613' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/389866066190704613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/389866066190704613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/04/newborn.html' title='The Newborn'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4569925459199861968</id><published>2009-04-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:29:20.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my leg.</title><content type='html'>Alright its not like I lose one of my leg, (thank God). It all started about a week ago, I felt this pain on my right knee. Totally ignored it at first, thinking it will heal by itself, that's usually the case. But a couple of days later the pain was worse, so after some delays finally went to Puchong's Chinese " Tit Tar ", haha I know the word sounded damn wrong ( or is it just me? hmm ). Anyway, this guy messed with my leg for a while, you noe the usual "tit tar" way... they'll twist your knee to different directions and all, and he finally concluded that my right leg's ligaments were injured. I told him I'm a drum teacher, and he gave me a stare, u noe that kinda stare tat meant " Don't you f***ing get wat I meant when I say you should give ur leg a break? " lol.. He said " No drum for 1 week "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, its hard for me to NOT drum for a week, especially when I'm the teacher?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I took his advice into consideration and I did exactly what he told me to. It was frustrating sometimess becuz its hard to teach when I can't demonstrate it myself. It can be very dramatic if you think deep enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine like those Kung Fu movies, the master got injured during challenges and during their healing process they were challenged by the others and they die defending themselves or whatsoever lol...although I'm not yet a master or anywhere close but still... I can imagine.. &gt;.&lt; (my brain is totally off i noe =.='' )  This was how my knee looked like after "tit tar" &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sdcl23jmS-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/ID1keJNzsiU/s1600-h/P300309_14.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sdcl23jmS-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/ID1keJNzsiU/s320/P300309_14.44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320763109317954530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i couldn't stand the smell of that whatever he applied&lt;br /&gt;inside the bandage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haih, my life is totally not happening at all.. I dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;I miss shisha urh... TONIGHT!! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sdcn8pOVWoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Dgg5ZF672eA/s1600-h/P160309_23.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sdcn8pOVWoI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Dgg5ZF672eA/s320/P160309_23.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320765407573138050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What am I going to do without u owh shisha?&lt;br /&gt;=.='.. i swt myself can? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-4569925459199861968?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4569925459199861968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4569925459199861968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4569925459199861968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4569925459199861968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-leg.html' title='I miss my leg.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sdcl23jmS-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/ID1keJNzsiU/s72-c/P300309_14.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1441368033683831154</id><published>2009-03-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:56:06.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do than being emo.</title><content type='html'>When I told ppl I'm actually doing alot of sports these days, I wasn't kidding. Here's proof!! lol&lt;br /&gt;Other than jogging, working outs, playing the drums ( its considered a sport too cuz u sweat playing it ), swimming, badminton, I actually have cycling sessions with friends roughly twice a month at Taman Pertanian Shah Alam, ( or whatever its called ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Sunday, me and my friends decided to go there. So having not much sleep, I crawled up from my bed and waited for a friend and we both headed down to Subang to meet up with the others at Silva's mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScXRgYSOjlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XYxUm8aMwuQ/s1600-h/DSC07944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScXRgYSOjlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XYxUm8aMwuQ/s320/DSC07944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885289385659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken on the way to Subang, told u it was early!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After some bullshitting at the mamak and some light breakfast. We headed to Shah Alam at about 8.00am. We waited at the entrance for them to open the gate with some other early birds too. After renting our bicycles we started our tough cycling journey. So time for pics? &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFdjBV6jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lFJRbiNOc7U/s1600-h/DSC07961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFdjBV6jI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lFJRbiNOc7U/s320/DSC07961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315942415332665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFd6QCsFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KirEPz2Mu0M/s1600-h/DSC07962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFd6QCsFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KirEPz2Mu0M/s320/DSC07962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315942421568335954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Lim and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeHM-axI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x2eE2it7Y0s/s1600-h/DSC07969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeHM-axI/AAAAAAAAAbo/x2eE2it7Y0s/s320/DSC07969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315942425045134098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first rest stop, not including the ones we stopped for&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and Kristine =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeTGTS6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/k3hMtC5gkYo/s1600-h/DSC07971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeTGTS6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/k3hMtC5gkYo/s320/DSC07971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315942428238367650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice view huh?.. it gives u the&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones kinda vibe?.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeaN1g1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/gCjCwnVAsVk/s1600-h/DSC07994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYFeaN1g1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/gCjCwnVAsVk/s320/DSC07994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315942430149018450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still don understand why we looked proud&lt;br /&gt;achieving something so low..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYGyvt0LII/AAAAAAAAAcA/Wix2gA2GCdg/s1600-h/DSC07978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYGyvt0LII/AAAAAAAAAcA/Wix2gA2GCdg/s320/DSC07978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315943879029304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 4 musketeers&lt;br /&gt;from left : Jimmy, Leo , Chee Lim, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kristine decided to join the awesome ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYGzJQezvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dBxu3EWMN-4/s1600-h/DSC07979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScYGzJQezvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dBxu3EWMN-4/s320/DSC07979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315943885885591282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she came to us. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we headed further some more following the road. But then, me and chee lim saw this shortcut, from the look of it, its challenging, very steep, and slippery. So the idiotic us took the path, not knowing how far it was and how bad the terrain would be, Leo followed us while Kristine and Jimmy followed the normal route. 5 minutes after going up the shortcut, we regretted, but its too late to give up... it was so slippery we couldn't get a good grip on the ground, not to mention our extra burdens - the bicycles. After an hour of deadly pushing uphill..we found ourselves facing a dead end. It was idiotic i tell u.. seriously. Owh well, our consolation prize was being able to enjoy the ride down hill. Some part on the way was so steep it was too dangerous to ride down hill, so we walked... carrying our bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccuoc8TJoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/VriBUSYIkpY/s1600-h/P150309_11.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccuoc8TJoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/VriBUSYIkpY/s320/P150309_11.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316269157632910978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The path that nearly killed us. 1.8 km of&lt;br /&gt;terrifying uphills lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we proceeded to 4 season house.&lt;br /&gt;This time it was spring.&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SccvzkDrBOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qXAVrMLhs9s/s1600-h/DSC08006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SccvzkDrBOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qXAVrMLhs9s/s320/DSC08006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316270448033072354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0JJdf9I/AAAAAAAAAco/cIJXdtclUmw/s1600-h/DSC08008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0JJdf9I/AAAAAAAAAco/cIJXdtclUmw/s320/DSC08008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316270457989464018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some awesome pictures taken by&lt;br /&gt;our awesome Ms. K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdOJ397W9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/S9q60SEwqw0/s1600-h/DSC08003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdOJ397W9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/S9q60SEwqw0/s320/DSC08003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316303816683641810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See our Ms. K trying to avoid the camera here&lt;br /&gt;but totally failed. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0xxgKTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/--J4zuImrUI/s1600-h/DSC08020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0xxgKTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/--J4zuImrUI/s320/DSC08020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316270468894828850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leo : " Is it just me or its hot in here? "&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy : " Its freezing! "&lt;br /&gt;Chris : " Aahh I'm loving the temperature "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc0Z2gDTsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KefTRz-NsnI/s1600-h/DSC08023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc0Z2gDTsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KefTRz-NsnI/s320/DSC08023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316275503865482946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was actually freezing lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0sFVikI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7pPc6UxuIOI/s1600-h/DSC08014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sccv0sFVikI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7pPc6UxuIOI/s320/DSC08014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316270467367406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a couple of jump shots with ppl&lt;br /&gt;staring at us and they'll probably think that&lt;br /&gt;we're totally idiotic or nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PQ6FH8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/8tr5OECemjs/s1600-h/DSC08031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PQ6FH8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/8tr5OECemjs/s320/DSC08031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316276421487042498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PTfP96I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nlVpg_aQoCk/s1600-h/DSC08029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PTfP96I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nlVpg_aQoCk/s320/DSC08029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316276422179813282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PAn5xHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bZVCuVvhbX0/s1600-h/DSC08027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PAn5xHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bZVCuVvhbX0/s320/DSC08027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316276417115833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PCUwS-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tdYZ5ZJEZRA/s1600-h/DSC08026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1PCUwS-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tdYZ5ZJEZRA/s320/DSC08026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316276417572391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1OoUAz9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/UJRSwyTOL1g/s1600-h/DSC08024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Scc1OoUAz9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/UJRSwyTOL1g/s320/DSC08024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316276410589958098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take more,&lt;br /&gt;but the eyes of the spectators were&lt;br /&gt;terrifying... and we decided not to&lt;br /&gt;block the entire pathway so.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdNMx4uiII/AAAAAAAAAdw/LGOWqUcELtw/s1600-h/DSC08032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdNMx4uiII/AAAAAAAAAdw/LGOWqUcELtw/s320/DSC08032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316302767079196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drastic change of temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we basically crawled our way&lt;br /&gt;back to the entrance, returned the bicycles we rented.&lt;br /&gt;And headed for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, but fun...&lt;br /&gt;my legs were dead for two days after that. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdN8mOHzyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HfHGWxMadhU/s1600-h/DSC08049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScdN8mOHzyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HfHGWxMadhU/s320/DSC08049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316303588581429026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1441368033683831154?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1441368033683831154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1441368033683831154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1441368033683831154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1441368033683831154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-do-than-being-emo.html' title='Things I do than being emo.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/ScXRgYSOjlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XYxUm8aMwuQ/s72-c/DSC07944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3778689791732040715</id><published>2009-03-15T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:10:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuffs over the week.</title><content type='html'>I kinda spent on a few things this week, it didn't actually burn a hole in my wallet but to compare relatively the items I bought were kinda pricey. hmmmm.... &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I bring along my lappie quite often these days, ( its finally serving its purpose as a laptop.) So, I figured chances of it getting scratches here and there would be much higher, NOW I can't allow my bb to be scratched rite? NO! So I visited Machine in pyramid to purchase this crystal cover for my Mac. Only a few units left since my Mac Pro's not the newest one. =(  The normal one was RM 148, I was looking at'em for sometime, wasn't satisfied with the colours. Then... I saw this one behind the others, hiding back there... a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GLOW&lt;/span&gt;.. yea.. it was glowing.. the last unit of its kind. It was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Apple Green&lt;/span&gt;, and it costs RM158, another extra 10 bucks. but owh well, at least its nice. =)&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1KaYDZuDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t_kqsS3olTo/s1600-h/P150309_02.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1KaYDZuDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t_kqsS3olTo/s320/P150309_02.07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313484952360826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;transformation from HOT - CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So life moved on, everyday was cool. Until UOA replied me, storming me with this bad news that they're not accepting new intakes for second semester this year. So I wasted money sending them documents, and now I'm applying for another 2 Universities in New Zealand. Lots of work to do. Was a bit disappointed and pissed .... so it gave me another reason to buy something for myself =).. (yea the classic excuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1MGJHd-8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/xbh9Hh51KuE/s1600-h/P160309_02.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1MGJHd-8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/xbh9Hh51KuE/s320/P160309_02.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313486803777223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, a double sided skinny tie for the skinny handsome. =P&lt;br /&gt;It was RM60 .. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, the music centre where I work on Saturdays - Sunwave Music , Klang. Shifted to this new building. yea.. its always good when you hear the word NEW.. ( u can apply this statement on gf/bf/wife/husband too! ) haha.. JOKING LA&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;   ANYWAYS, so I have this new room! No longer need to teach in that haunted room/dungeon anymore. This is how it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1N1dkNzXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/a3QQGVJOxbQ/s1600-h/P140309_13.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1N1dkNzXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/a3QQGVJOxbQ/s320/P140309_13.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488716231986546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1N07MoU9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uPPZhy4YMSg/s1600-h/P140309_13.56_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1N07MoU9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uPPZhy4YMSg/s320/P140309_13.56_%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488707006256082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming post, Pusat Pertanian Bukit Cahaya!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: by the way I'm having a week off, so no work until Saturday, SO.. girls out there.. you know the drill. LOL ... *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3778689791732040715?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3778689791732040715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3778689791732040715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3778689791732040715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3778689791732040715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-stuffs-over-week.html' title='Some stuffs over the week.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/Sb1KaYDZuDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t_kqsS3olTo/s72-c/P150309_02.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7092185186473079542</id><published>2009-03-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:29:32.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever felt like it?</title><content type='html'>I really hate it when this moody and sad vibe strikes me. Usually around 2am in the morning or so, its like this freaking alarm clock reminding me to be sad over whatever reasons I could find.. gosh.. its really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone's complaining that I haven't been updating my blog, I shall just write a bit about what's exactly on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having very little sleeping hours since.. 2 years ago I think?.. Its becoming more and more frustrated when every time I get into sleep, all these flashes of images just runs through my brain. It nvr stops, not until I'm awake again. Its like watching a movie which doesn't make any sense at all, just negative footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to hide the real me, the emo side of me, the negative and unconfident me. Cuz many gave up on that side of me.. many.. including myself.. I really kinda got fed up of myself, if that even make any sense. To hide these, I kinda did the total opposite on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always self-praising, very confident, and doing what I do best, bull-shitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, you're totally unworthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, you're very easily replaced by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, alone although you were surrounded by ppl and friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, speechless when you looked into the mirror and what you see is not very impressing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, screaming but no one hears you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, words are not enough to describe ur feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, you are not WORTH being loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like, you're full of nothing when you compare yourself with the others and you saw everything in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what I dreamt of.. everyday...&lt;br /&gt;I hate.. the sense of insecurity.. and becuz of this, I find myself willingly, and wanting to help others to feel secure, to make them smile, to care for them, and to let them know they're not alone. I hate it when someone has to go through the bad things which I've been through, and me sitting here not being able to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;wat.. is wrong with me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would anyone walk the misty and blur path with me,&lt;br /&gt;when others can offer them a bright blue sky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7092185186473079542?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7092185186473079542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7092185186473079542' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7092185186473079542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7092185186473079542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-felt-like-it.html' title='Ever felt like it?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8681696847750163882</id><published>2009-02-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:26:33.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New 7-11 concept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.kir.com/archives/7-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 253px;" src="http://blog.kir.com/archives/7-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-11 has always been the spot where the nocturnal me used to buy stuffs from during midnights.&lt;div&gt;When I feel like having a bite, something to drink.. or just randomly purchasing stuffs to munch, that is THE spot. I have nothing against them at all, they've been very supportive towards my nocturnal life, good services, no expired stuffs so far.. everything's good.. until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is two 7-11 branches in Kota Kemuning. One just outside my community, like ppl can actually walk there from here, and the other one's 3km away located near the first roundabout after entering KK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was watching TV and all, having a hard time trying to sleep, and eventually gave up trying too. All of a sudden, I felt like munching something... so TADA!! time to go 7-11! This 7-11 near my place, is located at the back section of the shops, its a small branch, and obviously that place is pretty damn quiet (duh its midnight! ) but no.. its like DANGEROUS kinda quiet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have a car, I decided to drive 3km to the bigger 7-11. Cuz the last time I went there, they had police patrolling every half an hour or so, and its a bigger shop, more goods and items too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, after 12am. The staffs on duty would lock the door, and only opens it when customers visits. But today, I was shocked. After parking my car in front of the shop, I went down of my car. The first feeling was the usual feeling of insecurity, and unprotected. ( Its not the ghosts I'm afraid of, its HUMAN!! ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wanted to just walk into the shop and lounge around cuz honestly I didn't have anything specific in mind that time. But little did I know, they didn't allow me to. I first knocked on the door, and this dude fella walked towards me, opened the door slightly, with the chain lock still on and a conversation started......btw.. little england this guy speaks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella: " what you want? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: ( wtf, how rude! cbknnwtf ) *after cooling down a bit*   " erm, I want to buy stuffs??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella: "what you want to buy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: " I dunno yet, may I come in and look around? I honestly dunno what I want yet, I just feel like getting myself some snacks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella asked the other staff : " Dia nak beli &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;snek, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;b'leh masuk ke? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The other staff :  * shakes head *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me:  ( you gotta be f***ing kidding me )  " so can i come in? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella: " NO, you tell me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ah, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I get for u..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me:  *scratches head* *sratch some more*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;           " I really dunno man, this is.... this is new to me... I need some time to adapt to this shit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;           " Alright, give me a chipster original, chipsmore original, and pringles original. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this guy went and took his own sweet time, getting my stuffs for me. While I was standing outside the shop, waiting for him, looking at the empty streets and looking around me all the time and see if there was anyone suspicious or dangerous who might be mocking me or something I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got the stuffs, showed me, I nodded. He slowly scanned the price tags... and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella: " You got 20 cents? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: " How much is it in total? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fella: " You got 20 cents? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me : ( gosh... i can't believe this is happening ... )    " wait, i'll go to my car to get it "   ( since its like i dunno.. 4 steps away from me? wtf really... WAT THE ****!!! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*passed him the 20 cents together with a 50 dollar note*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He slowly walked towards the cashier counter... and becuz they didn't have enough change they need to key in this password and wait for the change for smaller notes in this safe or machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I waited........outside... the shop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money spent : RM13.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel distance : 3km&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time consumed : 10 minutes roughly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experience : PRICELESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4621962885395955746-8681696847750163882?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8681696847750163882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8681696847750163882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8681696847750163882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8681696847750163882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-7-11-concept.html' title='New 7-11 concept.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1669801787644970997</id><published>2009-02-23T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:31:24.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca part 2</title><content type='html'>The exciting retarded idiotic cute fun interesting Malacca post goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wasting I dunno, 1 whole hour taking pictures along the river. We decided to move on, eventually even the tourists on the boat along the river were bored looking at the 3 of us taking camera shots. They probably went like " I don't get teens these days... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we moved on to Jonker Street - The Night Spot.  Again, everything will be simple and nice. (like me) &gt;.&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01WM6OoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6RtwygrMb1c/s1600-h/DSC06990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01WM6OoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6RtwygrMb1c/s320/DSC06990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002139581659778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What did we do at Jonker Walk?..  we WALKED......&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01SguDWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/U3AKgCPreyo/s1600-h/DSC06993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01SguDWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/U3AKgCPreyo/s320/DSC06993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002138591006050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw the Geographer Cafe along the road.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I will have my own one day?&lt;br /&gt;Polarpher Cafe? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we were walking, something caught the girls attention, NO its not a guy. Its a temporary tattoo shop. Without any hesitations, they did it. Same pattern some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01m5YbyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5-qAlRjlcVQ/s1600-h/DSC06999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01m5YbyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5-qAlRjlcVQ/s320/DSC06999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002144063156002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Flora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01rjRNlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D3Rks_bqK5w/s1600-h/DSC06998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01rjRNlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D3Rks_bqK5w/s320/DSC06998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002145312585298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The process.&lt;br /&gt;YUP, free handed ..&lt;br /&gt;Polar was fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01oYiCLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KTJmm0k7Hhw/s1600-h/DSC07001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01oYiCLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KTJmm0k7Hhw/s320/DSC07001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002144462244018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wX6QSsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y0Ma1XWbFn4/s1600-h/DSC07004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wX6QSsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y0Ma1XWbFn4/s320/DSC07004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004253164194498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEXT, KRISTINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK3DrHvtgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ynRCnjQPMtw/s1600-h/DSC07005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK3DrHvtgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ynRCnjQPMtw/s320/DSC07005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004584738567682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, when u see faces like that.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be wise to back off. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wX0OpMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o5v1uP2gVME/s1600-h/DSC07012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wX0OpMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o5v1uP2gVME/s320/DSC07012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004253138920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must be wondering, what was Christopher doing while&lt;br /&gt;the girls were having their tattoos done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wrNXRrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wg5L-slol8s/s1600-h/DSC07010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2wrNXRrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wg5L-slol8s/s320/DSC07010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004258344617650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, I carried their handbags lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2woQklFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iZp8E0c1Ub0/s1600-h/DSC07014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK2woQklFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iZp8E0c1Ub0/s320/DSC07014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004257552766034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls showing off their stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Eh ( don't think too much )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Flora went to have her durian cendol, and while waiting for her to finish, we took pictures with our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44v3sKzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1raIaVY7yfI/s1600-h/DSC07017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44v3sKzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1raIaVY7yfI/s320/DSC07017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006596058098482" border="0" /&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44l7Cz0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/vPw4vT7wwBc/s1600-h/DSC07023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44l7Cz0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/vPw4vT7wwBc/s320/DSC07023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006593387810626" border="0" /&gt;After, who says Non-alcoholic drinks are &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;healthier?&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the vibe and the ppl&lt;br /&gt;u hang around with =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44uizO6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jVg0iIhMSB8/s1600-h/DSC07024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK44uizO6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jVg0iIhMSB8/s320/DSC07024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006595702045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK447LWzvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PlrvZE8IS4I/s1600-h/DSC07026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK447LWzvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PlrvZE8IS4I/s320/DSC07026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006599093374706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again.. its non alcoholic... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste it when u feel like ur on top of the world rite?&lt;br /&gt;BE ON TOP OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;In order to achieve that,&lt;br /&gt;all you need to do is reach out, and JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6YhS33BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/afvu5eEwIac/s1600-h/DSC07027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6YhS33BI/AAAAAAAAAY4/afvu5eEwIac/s320/DSC07027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008241413020690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, taking these shots in front of a church is just... swt&lt;br /&gt;but well, churches over there have awesome&lt;br /&gt;lightings at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6Y3pjutI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITpJ9Qjhno0/s1600-h/DSC07031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6Y3pjutI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ITpJ9Qjhno0/s320/DSC07031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008247413750482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kris " I'm HOT! "&lt;br /&gt;Flora" I'm HOLY !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6YoEDQVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iNq-Wfe2iJM/s1600-h/DSC07028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6YoEDQVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iNq-Wfe2iJM/s320/DSC07028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008243229901138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris " Rocker Style "&lt;br /&gt;Flora " Going along with the RHYTHM "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6ZFi3hkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MbL9LEGoUro/s1600-h/DSC07032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6ZFi3hkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MbL9LEGoUro/s320/DSC07032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008251143784002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We jumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6ZL2YYII/AAAAAAAAAZY/6e0cbR2bxdg/s1600-h/DSC07033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK6ZL2YYII/AAAAAAAAAZY/6e0cbR2bxdg/s320/DSC07033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008252836241538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We crashed. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we headed back to our apartment with ICE, and we drank. lol&lt;br /&gt;We KO-ed. We woke up at around 5am, looking dead, and we all decided to clean up the place out of no where. We had a light chat, not knowing what we were saying... and we headed back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 11.30am. We packed, and we checked out.... still looking like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go for Chicken Rice Balls. During the journey there, it was dead silence inside the car, for we were still stoned and not awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK9P8SXgbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dDasrkP3Hr0/s1600-h/DSC07056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK9P8SXgbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dDasrkP3Hr0/s320/DSC07056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306011392574718386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only picture taken, cuz we were&lt;br /&gt;in no shape for shots that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After recharging a little. Things were getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Our stupidity and hyperness came back and everything was good.&lt;br /&gt;We were excited to visit this hill in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-Y6Gt3sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/78qfxl_Seek/s1600-h/DSC07058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-Y6Gt3sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/78qfxl_Seek/s320/DSC07058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306012646119431874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristine's mother's primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-YwBoulI/AAAAAAAAAZw/585emsJsn-4/s1600-h/DSC07061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-YwBoulI/AAAAAAAAAZw/585emsJsn-4/s320/DSC07061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306012643413768786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Famosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-ZIMk5rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dSJ4FSGEKo4/s1600-h/DSC07075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-ZIMk5rI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dSJ4FSGEKo4/s320/DSC07075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306012649902106290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-92Sx5wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cO92_FqoYL8/s1600-h/DSC07060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK-92Sx5wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cO92_FqoYL8/s320/DSC07060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306013280751445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started climbing stairs!&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK_Uw9mJRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XxWSufh4lrE/s1600-h/DSC07070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK_Uw9mJRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XxWSufh4lrE/s320/DSC07070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306013674457408786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't appear to be weird at first.&lt;br /&gt;But the closer we got to it.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like as though we've been here before,&lt;br /&gt;like RECENTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say, life is full of surprises rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually St.Paul Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. the Hill we went on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... it took us a while to reach to the top.&lt;br /&gt;And it was all windy and shady there.&lt;br /&gt;So we chilled there while figuring out our next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK_U2z3abI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_dUNfBZwtuE/s1600-h/DSC07066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK_U2z3abI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_dUNfBZwtuE/s320/DSC07066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306013676027210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristine: " I can't believe we're THAT stupid"&lt;br /&gt;Chris: " Hmm.. you got THAT rite.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we headed to A Famosa Water Park.&lt;br /&gt;Got ourselves more sun burns..&lt;br /&gt;made ourselves "HOTTER"&lt;br /&gt;and headed back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically it. Overall I think the trip was uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly becuz it was a nice place, and I was hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;2 very nice friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris... out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/4621962885395955746-1669801787644970997?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1669801787644970997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1669801787644970997' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1669801787644970997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1669801787644970997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/02/malacca-part-2.html' title='Malacca part 2'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SaK01WM6OoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6RtwygrMb1c/s72-c/DSC06990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3655301917908029652</id><published>2009-02-18T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:48:45.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca part 1</title><content type='html'>First of all, sorry peeps for not updating my blogs since God knows when. I am grateful for ppl who are still checking out on my little pathetic blog despite the lack of constant updates.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing my part, see I'm actually very hungry rite now, and I'm sacrificing my stomach for the sake of my readers. ( the truth is I don't feel like eating yet =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, two girls and a guy decided to arrange a two days one night trip to malacca.. spontaneously, and they did. On the 15th of Feb 2009 (yup the "bye bye &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;valentines &lt;/span&gt;day"), they went. &gt;.&lt; style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;50km away from my place wtf haha. So after picking up Kristine and Flora we headed from some light breakfast, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WAN TAN MEE&lt;/span&gt;. Kris and I were totally KO-ed and we looked like awakened zombies due to lack of sleep while Flora was the real hyper one fascinated by my GPS system and playing around with it when Kris and I were having a REAL tough time forcing ourselves to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we started our journey to Malacca. OBVIOUSLY, I was the one who drove. Kris was being all mean for accusing me that the reason I wanted to drive so much was becuz of my manly egoism. The truth is, I'm just being the all nice Christopher, and becuz Malacca was not my turf, the least I could do was to drive them rite? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was occupied by my driving, it was totally NOT surprising that the girls started taking pictures of basically everything. lol..&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rUn-KlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FCbFlW6QUJM/s1600-h/DSC06688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rUn-KlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FCbFlW6QUJM/s320/DSC06688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304386784778398290" border="0" /&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3reN0XVI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPC2ISrAVO4/s1600-h/DSC06687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3reN0XVI/AAAAAAAAASI/vPC2ISrAVO4/s320/DSC06687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304386787353058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flora being all "cool"  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rS8YdAI/AAAAAAAAASY/LyNcr_YJ2pA/s1600-h/DSC06708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rS8YdAI/AAAAAAAAASY/LyNcr_YJ2pA/s320/DSC06708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304386784327136258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Kristine, the owner of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ya'll didn't have enough of Chris, so here's another one&lt;br /&gt;wtf lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rPwxouI/AAAAAAAAASA/gzZIrQC6dUo/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rPwxouI/AAAAAAAAASA/gzZIrQC6dUo/s320/chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304386783473148642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rZK_7bI/AAAAAAAAASg/aZTmA-2lIxs/s1600-h/DSC06691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rZK_7bI/AAAAAAAAASg/aZTmA-2lIxs/s320/DSC06691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304386785999056306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See I'm a good driver. I follow the speed limit, well..&lt;br /&gt;abit out la actually but still. *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dC52KoI/AAAAAAAAASo/JIVeABwtp3c/s1600-h/DSC06699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dC52KoI/AAAAAAAAASo/JIVeABwtp3c/s320/DSC06699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304388738526620290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Me" doing my hair while driving.&lt;br /&gt;Don't learn from him childrens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5deEE2nI/AAAAAAAAATA/GcnxfzoyCBU/s1600-h/DSC06717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5deEE2nI/AAAAAAAAATA/GcnxfzoyCBU/s320/DSC06717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304388745817283186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KFC!&lt;br /&gt;Kristine + Flora + Christopher&lt;br /&gt;not kentucy fried chicken k? we're not tat cheap!&lt;br /&gt;although my name is actually&lt;br /&gt;the chicken part.. but.. ok just drop it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dZkNdbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A8rmLqw1Ga0/s1600-h/DSC06713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dZkNdbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A8rmLqw1Ga0/s320/DSC06713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304388744609887666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the emptiness of the road,&lt;br /&gt;I was driving safely. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5daEFPbI/AAAAAAAAATI/qAJ-CQEbNQ0/s1600-h/DSC06718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5daEFPbI/AAAAAAAAATI/qAJ-CQEbNQ0/s320/DSC06718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304388744743566770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so bored I had nothing better to do =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dVJ-09I/AAAAAAAAASw/i5xW1vGJHzo/s1600-h/DSC06703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz5dVJ-09I/AAAAAAAAASw/i5xW1vGJHzo/s320/DSC06703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304388743426134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention they would snap&lt;br /&gt;basically &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bH8GkOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pC15zEJRJxU/s1600-h/DSC06726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bH8GkOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pC15zEJRJxU/s320/DSC06726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304390904541778146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls having fun.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't take it the wrong way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a not so long drive, we arrived in Malacca safe and sound. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bdkUmAI/AAAAAAAAATY/SDIyIgC-GI8/s1600-h/DSC06735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bdkUmAI/AAAAAAAAATY/SDIyIgC-GI8/s320/DSC06735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304390910347614210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bTRLSkI/AAAAAAAAATg/u-CFv1qiBFE/s1600-h/DSC06747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz7bTRLSkI/AAAAAAAAATg/u-CFv1qiBFE/s320/DSC06747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304390907582958146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, we went Stadhuys. The "must go" Malacca spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, St. Paul's Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rV75-cI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KKYu3P9Qdyc/s1600-h/DSC06759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rV75-cI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KKYu3P9Qdyc/s320/DSC06759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392282688584130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kris between the "separation" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rTF7f7I/AAAAAAAAATw/hO3NuKghdtA/s1600-h/DSC06756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rTF7f7I/AAAAAAAAATw/hO3NuKghdtA/s320/DSC06756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392281925320626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flora with guts for wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz9fUh5hII/AAAAAAAAAUY/doeSMIuT_7c/s1600-h/DSC06755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz9fUh5hII/AAAAAAAAAUY/doeSMIuT_7c/s320/DSC06755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304393175664264322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris the Polar melting under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rt_UsyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7dh7jfLLabg/s1600-h/DSC06760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rt_UsyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7dh7jfLLabg/s320/DSC06760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392289145369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kris and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rgkBgZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kXFf6JV34AM/s1600-h/DSC06758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz8rgkBgZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kXFf6JV34AM/s320/DSC06758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392285541204370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flora and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1zN0vLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XfFuo3yrVSA/s1600-h/DSC06829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1zN0vLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XfFuo3yrVSA/s320/DSC06829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394661370313906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-18KgscI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-1XETC9ilfs/s1600-h/DSC06818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-18KgscI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-1XETC9ilfs/s320/DSC06818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394663772336578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so hot I nearly killed myself. &gt;.&lt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1zUnGTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KQxfVeBE-Q8/s1600-h/DSC06772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1zUnGTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KQxfVeBE-Q8/s320/DSC06772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394661398780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drastic sides of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1tXAtsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x45Ag-DTNq8/s1600-h/DSC06782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1tXAtsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x45Ag-DTNq8/s320/DSC06782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394659798234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1j25WtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TjIl6nclJPk/s1600-h/DSC06785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz-1j25WtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TjIl6nclJPk/s320/DSC06785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304394657247615698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "reluctant to leave" windy spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Am08w9uI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7IGVm-jVZQE/s1600-h/DSC06850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Am08w9uI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7IGVm-jVZQE/s320/DSC06850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304396603160852194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the heat, we escaped into a&lt;br /&gt;cendol store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0AnGEEqDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FM5NovB0Cnk/s1600-h/DSC06861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0AnGEEqDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FM5NovB0Cnk/s320/DSC06861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304396607754905650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excited meeting their own kind. LOL&lt;br /&gt;jk la jk =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0AnO77XpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/70dCRu02lrE/s1600-h/DSC06858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0AnO77XpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/70dCRu02lrE/s320/DSC06858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304396610136661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls doing what they do best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too many pictures, omg. I'm getting tired already. From here on everything will be simplified. =)&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed to our hotels to check in, and we went swimming at 2pm! Totally wtfness i know. lol. At night, we went to have satay celup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Cqo0UkRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uuEZa2p909o/s1600-h/DSC06875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Cqo0UkRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uuEZa2p909o/s320/DSC06875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304398867646943506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Cq2xFwhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/n2eYIZ4xaMo/s1600-h/DSC06902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0Cq2xFwhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/n2eYIZ4xaMo/s320/DSC06902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304398871391486482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristine: "Its just as Hot as I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0CqjCM0AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8BbXeEn-3KA/s1600-h/DSC06894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0CqjCM0AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8BbXeEn-3KA/s320/DSC06894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304398866094542850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flora: " Are you sure? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0CqkJSieI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bzRr3oJdEzk/s1600-h/DSC06896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0CqkJSieI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bzRr3oJdEzk/s320/DSC06896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304398866392713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris : " I'm the hottest lo, so hot I need to fan and cool myself "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE WINNER GOES TO-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0D1hW8V1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0AFpHAnHMvc/s1600-h/DSC06897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0D1hW8V1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0AFpHAnHMvc/s320/DSC06897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304400154134861650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADA!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "dinner from hell", we went to have a walk along the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGSvjSyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IPOvhnY7CQY/s1600-h/DSC06962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGSvjSyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IPOvhnY7CQY/s320/DSC06962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401541780949794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGa_bDlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iVDv2_IxL5Q/s1600-h/DSC06958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGa_bDlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iVDv2_IxL5Q/s320/DSC06958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401543995002450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGRy5PlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/15tc1zsVrMs/s1600-h/DSC06954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGRy5PlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/15tc1zsVrMs/s320/DSC06954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401541526535762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The competition between two "leng chais"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGWvYL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZtBWSizG0CI/s1600-h/DSC06947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGWvYL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZtBWSizG0CI/s320/DSC06947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401542853963586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGJSxTrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/496FK4jEefo/s1600-h/DSC06951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0FGJSxTrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/496FK4jEefo/s320/DSC06951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401539244314290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris trying to run away with Kris' handbag.&lt;br /&gt;but.. the river?.. idiot... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca Part 1 - End&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZ0CqrCLkjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X28uoeSBQTY/s1600-h/DSC06882.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4621962885395955746-3655301917908029652?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3655301917908029652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3655301917908029652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3655301917908029652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3655301917908029652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/02/malacca-part-1.html' title='Malacca part 1'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SZz3rUn-KlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FCbFlW6QUJM/s72-c/DSC06688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8477688521296911334</id><published>2009-02-09T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:57:26.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Received this mail, and I found it very beneficial and true.&lt;br /&gt;So I want to share this information with everyone who reads my pity little blog at this time of crisis. It is, actually something which every individual should know, cuz in order to survive these days, everyone should be well equipped with at least some financial management knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Some financial wisdom from the Oracle of Ohama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Every new year, I adopt a couple of old maxims as my beacons to guide my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;future. This self-prescribed therapy has ensured that with each passing&lt;br /&gt;year, I grow wiser and not older. This year, I invite you to tap into the&lt;br /&gt;financial wisdom of our elders along with me, and become financially wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Spending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Savings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't save what is left after spending; spend what is left after saving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Hard work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Laziness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Earnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Borrowings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The borrower becomes the lender's slave.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Accounting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Auditing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Risk-taking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Investment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't put all your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm certain that those who have already been practicing these&lt;br /&gt;  principles remain financially healthy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  I'm equally confident that those who resolve to start practicing&lt;br /&gt;  these principles will quickly regain their financial health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let us become wiser and lead a happy, healthy, prosperous and&lt;br /&gt;  peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;    -        Warren Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I guess words from Warren Buffet should be something huge huh?.. lol&lt;br /&gt;hope it helps in one way or another. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polarpher, out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8477688521296911334?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8477688521296911334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8477688521296911334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8477688521296911334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8477688521296911334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of wisdom'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1995313158597124355</id><published>2009-01-30T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:51:59.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Stuffs</title><content type='html'>After working hard and striving for months, I decided to reward myself with a little something. Lol, ok ignore it, that was just a lame excuse, its not like I don't buy stuffs for myself usually =P.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I wanted to change my handset,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the phone I wanted to buy earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYNzY7xrRsI/AAAAAAAAARg/ps5PUwFYkhE/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYNzY7xrRsI/AAAAAAAAARg/ps5PUwFYkhE/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204458917938882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG KS360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But after surveying around at LG's retail shop in KLCC, together with the other mobiles. I decided&lt;br /&gt;to give in another 200 bucks to get this.&lt;br /&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYNzY57lxTI/AAAAAAAAARo/0Ap_Wokaf0k/s1600-h/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYNzY57lxTI/AAAAAAAAARo/0Ap_Wokaf0k/s320/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204458422650162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LG KP500 / LG cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYN0MiyDvpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/v5q73IL3IPo/s1600-h/DSC09084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYN0MiyDvpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/v5q73IL3IPo/s320/DSC09084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297205345561853586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new toy =) in Gold-ish Brown colour. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, me and friends went to Suria's ROOM and bought this for RM300&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/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYN0MiMAYPI/AAAAAAAAARw/8eDzddVFkNE/s1600-h/DSC09083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYN0MiMAYPI/AAAAAAAAARw/8eDzddVFkNE/s320/DSC09083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297205345402249458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;POKER CHIPS&lt;br /&gt;we divided the bill into 3. So I paid 100..&lt;br /&gt;all for the sake of a nice poker game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke.. anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1995313158597124355?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1995313158597124355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1995313158597124355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1995313158597124355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1995313158597124355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-stuffs.html' title='New Year, New Stuffs'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SYNzY7xrRsI/AAAAAAAAARg/ps5PUwFYkhE/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8307432814335133830</id><published>2009-01-27T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:22:01.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno why</title><content type='html'>After two posts that has nothing to do with emoness... I'm back to the usual me,being an emo boy.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I just suddenly feel depressed. For no practical reasons at all. I mean.. its new year, and its fun meeting up with people u seldom meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I'm listening to music that makes me reminisce about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz when I thought the ring was long gone from my side, I suddenly found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz while deleting the unwanted mails from my inbox.. I found mails sent by her a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;              long long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz the mails brought back so many memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz the feelings that I've been away for so long.. came back to me suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz its midnight. I intend to think so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I can't believe the fact that I've lost someone so dear to me once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I can't believe the fact that someone could've changed so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I'm totally bugged by my Uni's applications and all, got all frustrated about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I miss being missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I miss being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I miss waking up beside someone whom I can smile looking at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz there's always an emptiness inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, its becuz I'm typing this stupid post that's doing me no good at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe, I should stop typing.... shit... I'm a ****ing loser......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I SUCK.... does anyone really know who i am?...&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/4621962885395955746-8307432814335133830?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8307432814335133830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8307432814335133830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8307432814335133830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8307432814335133830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dunno-why.html' title='I dunno why'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7401815167924919939</id><published>2009-01-24T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:16:24.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache...</title><content type='html'>Its about my ride again, yeap my satria.&lt;br /&gt;So far, its been a decent one for an 11 yo car. BUT, DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I owned it,&lt;br /&gt;its been a never ending fix.....&lt;br /&gt;Every month, I'll have to visit my foreman AT LEAST once,&lt;br /&gt;been fixing so many parts of it..&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, that smelly odor from my A/C just revisited me..&lt;br /&gt;that's the worse of all...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DEALING WITH ODORS! I always want things around me to smell nice, like my room for instance. This rotten egg smell, its exasperating!! URH!!&lt;br /&gt;Hack, these problems chose the perfect pathetic timing to occur-just when a long holiday started.&lt;br /&gt;It narrows me to limited options, which is to drive my mom's myvi during this festive season.&lt;br /&gt;My dad feels me entirely, my frustrations and all... even he felt helpless and fed up. I feel damn guilty for making him feel that way, I hope he doesn't put things the wrong way, I've NEVER blamed or cursed him for not being to afford better becuz I know, he gave me the best he could.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't blamed myself either, becuz I've tried my best maintaining it and putting in alot of effort improving things to its form and result today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually drove the car to our foreman today, to try figuring out what was the cause of it. But it was a failure. I sent him a msg just now, and this was wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted " I just tested the car, and the smell's still there, and its even worse than yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad " Sell the bloody car off!! " (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;notice the extra exclamation mark&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; bad and it was my deepest regret to have sent him that msg. So I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " Chill la dad, i'm not frustrated or anything, just so much of trouble.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad " I'm serious, solve it once and for all!!" (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;notice the extra exclamation mark again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=... well sorry dad.. seriously.. i DO feel blessed for whatever I have now, cuz I know, many are worse. But its just.. you know.. it got me for a second there. Haihz... I'm feeling terrible now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7401815167924919939?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7401815167924919939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7401815167924919939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7401815167924919939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7401815167924919939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/headache.html' title='Headache...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1032521776385773451</id><published>2009-01-22T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:42:35.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm at Mr. Kaya in Kota Kemuning now, with a friend. Had our lunch here, and decided to surf too since she just got herself a new laptop and all &gt;.&lt;. Having nothing to do, I decided to blog about some silly thoughts of mine recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, during my sleepless nights, (which was still so exasperating), I've been thinking about UFO. ( yea i know, like i've already told you, its silly!).... Its rather peculiar tat out of everything, UFO kicked into my mind. like totally wtf-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been wondering, so UFO's or Extra Terrestrial's always visits US rite. Yea, I mean, its like the only country "they" know about out of the whole freaking big earth to land on. But WHY?! If its becuz the States has huge farm and very spacious, why not choose New Zealand rite? Not that I'm saying these overtly but yea.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why didn't I often hear citizens or residents in our country making statements as such? Claiming to have spotted UFOs or at least suspecting they were Extra Terrestrials? I couldn't come up with any solutions. All I could think of was :&lt;br /&gt;i.) maybe its just too hazzy in Malaysia, like.. its tough to even get a glance of stars... what else UFOs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii.) Ppl here are just too busy with their stuffs, working.. studying.. having a very hectic and tiring lifestyle and all. Don't think they would even bother sparing time to look at our damn sky where all you can see is a "yellow" moon.. why yellow?.. again.. dusty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii.) Ppl here are just too dumb to even care and finding out about informations or researches regarding UFOs and ET. All they would care about is most probably $$?  IF the world should end and perish due to Extra Terrestrial's attack or whatsoever, what Malaysians want is to die RICH, with money. lol... no offense .. but its kinda true for certain individuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's almost all about my lame thoughts.... for now.&lt;br /&gt;Polarpher's out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1032521776385773451?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1032521776385773451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1032521776385773451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1032521776385773451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1032521776385773451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculous-thoughts.html' title='Ridiculous thoughts'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-823365632282807504</id><published>2009-01-18T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:08:09.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just an update.&lt;br /&gt;I only had about 3 hours sleep last night,&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6:45am today.&lt;br /&gt;After fetching Julie,&lt;br /&gt;we headed for breakfast with the rest of the "gang".&lt;br /&gt;Had our breakfast at mamak,&lt;br /&gt;and all 7 of us headed to Taman Pertanian, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After renting, and spending more than half an hour&lt;br /&gt;choosing our bikes,&lt;br /&gt;we started cycling, for.. I dunno.. 3 hours or so?&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, now that we have more ppl this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day for my buddy Chee Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Probably he wasn't concentrating enough while driving,&lt;br /&gt;he hit his car against the car in front of him&lt;br /&gt;while exiting into a roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it was minor,&lt;br /&gt;and the driver was very kind, he did not ask for any payments or such,&lt;br /&gt;(probably becuz it was a really old car, THANK GOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, headed home to have a nice shower &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-lLW40I/AAAAAAAAARM/qBXAlD04cEQ/s320/DSC00749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633336338375490" border="0" /&gt;Julie and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-ag2JZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_WE1Yba3GFQ/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-ag2JZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_WE1Yba3GFQ/s320/DSC00750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633333475714450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher solo during shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-j5Fr3I/AAAAAAAAARE/dJiwEPPqXcU/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-j5Fr3I/AAAAAAAAARE/dJiwEPPqXcU/s320/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633335993315186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our purchases. There were some more small bags inside some of them!.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand it.. although i can't sleep.. but I'll have to close my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and.. rest..&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/4621962885395955746-823365632282807504?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/823365632282807504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=823365632282807504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/823365632282807504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/823365632282807504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SXM1-lLW40I/AAAAAAAAARM/qBXAlD04cEQ/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-471547490441623392</id><published>2009-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:07:44.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced post.</title><content type='html'>I can't friggin sleep, and I'm getting frustrated. Sleepless nights... for so long.. nothing to do. So yea I decided to force myself to write about some lame s***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some thoughts hit me, my topic for the night would be "pickup lines".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if girls these days still digs pickup lines, but I think it would be wise for a guy to have some weapons ready, just in case the right person showed up. Personally, I think pickup lines are very helpful during a typical cold conversation, it helps to heat things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But ironically, we hesitated due to lack of confidence, and maybe afraid of being judge as an "outdated" person. BUT, there is always an IF, pickup lines help bringing out one's charming side, and again, IF he handle things well, and.. many other factors kicks in too.. his look, how he dresses up, the way he talks, yea.. all the advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened one day.. when Chris was so bored... so bored that he typed "bored.com" and clicked, and I was fascinated the first time that there is actually a site for bored and freaking lifeless ppl like me. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is your last name Gillete cause your the best a man can get"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your senses must be messed up 'cuz your eyes are talkin' to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey, how’s it going? Do you see my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Guy: Excuse me, can you step into the light over there?&lt;br /&gt;                            Girl: Why?&lt;br /&gt;                            Guy:So I can check you out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's my birthday! How about a birthday kiss? [Is it really your birthday?] No, but how about a kiss anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He says, "I bet you $20 I can kiss you without using my lips." She says, "Bet's on." He kisses her then says, "I lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You smell that.....? Smells like love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday, I tried to paint you, but I couldn't... the colors weren't beautiful enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if its too cheezy ladies, but I bet you'll love it when the right person's saying those to ya. lol&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something to entertain the ladies, if you hate cheezy guys with lame p.l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chicks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Guy: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put I and U togather&lt;br /&gt;                            Girl: Oh really, because if I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put F and U&lt;br /&gt;                            together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Haven't I seen you someplace before?"&lt;br /&gt;                            "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I want to give myself to you."&lt;br /&gt;                              "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Q: Does beauty run in your family?&lt;br /&gt;                              A: It obviously doesn't in yours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Q: I think you're the best looking girl in here.&lt;br /&gt;                              A: Really? Well, I'd better go find the best looking guy then, hadn't I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You look like a dream."&lt;br /&gt;                              Response: "Go back to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I looked up beautiful in the thesaurus today and your name was included."&lt;br /&gt;                              Response: "Thanks! Hey, I saw your name next to jerk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just to set the record straight, I've NEVER used any of the pickup lines.. maybe I just don't need to? hahaha.. joking joking *paiseh* The truth is, I seldom approach girls in that manner... time proves everything rite?.. In the end, what really matters is sincerity, and personality I think. =)&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/4621962885395955746-471547490441623392?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/471547490441623392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=471547490441623392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/471547490441623392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/471547490441623392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/forced-post.html' title='Forced post.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8693896494231969519</id><published>2009-01-12T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:03:05.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MOM!</title><content type='html'>Yea, it's my mom's birthday today. But we celebrated earlier on Sunday. My parents just called me out of no where that day when I was still sleeping, around... 1pm. Yea I was still sleeping around 1pm &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad called and told me that we were to celebrate my mom's bday in Neway Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My and sis then went down, we had our lunch inside the karaoke room. It was a little disappointing cuz I was expecting like buffet and all, but this one's different from the Neway in Puchong. So yea, whatever I only took sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a karaoke guy.. I bet ppl can tell. Cuz I don't sing very well, at least... I don't think I can sing very well even though most ppl around me told me I sing just fine. Being a pessimist myself, I doubt it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pictures, yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28wBaWAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mF61fr4nS9A/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28wBaWAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mF61fr4nS9A/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290452973331830786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister singing. Like 90% of the songs were hers. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28kUP5TI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y5Kc31p0QRY/s1600-h/11012009635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28kUP5TI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y5Kc31p0QRY/s320/11012009635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290452970189612338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My loving parents. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28XPV8eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vJipoOHAiwE/s1600-h/11012009637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28XPV8eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vJipoOHAiwE/s320/11012009637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290452966679376354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4621962885395955746-8693896494231969519?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8693896494231969519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8693896494231969519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8693896494231969519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8693896494231969519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday MOM!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SWt28wBaWAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mF61fr4nS9A/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7140881150843321138</id><published>2009-01-01T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:06:40.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little out of my mind.. =D</title><content type='html'>I was bored, and emo.. and was facing my laptop having a little conversations here and there.. then i heard water drops, inside my room. Then I looked out the window and I was surprised that it was raining heavily outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought of being smart to move my car forward away from the porch. To allow mother nature to kinda clean up my car a little. But then.. a crazy thought just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my car... and I WENT ON TOP OF IT AND LIED THERE UNDER THE HEAVY RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO!! I'm insane.. haha.. but it was FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, for a second there was nothing on my mind, and it was cold.. and.. erm.. thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying myself for about.. 15 minutes?.. then i heard the thunder.. scared the **** out of me.. cuz it was a loud one.. so i decided to be safe and came back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a hot bath.. comforting. But now my body's still shivering for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBER COOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7140881150843321138?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7140881150843321138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7140881150843321138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7140881150843321138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7140881150843321138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-little-out-of-my-mind-d.html' title='I&apos;m a little out of my mind.. =D'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4190674360473104399</id><published>2008-12-29T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:24:20.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTCH in CH</title><content type='html'>Christopher Tan Chee Hoe was in Cameron Highland couple of days ago.. went up on Christmas. Yea, I know. Very daring we are. lol As expected, we were stuck in ridiculous traffics while going up hill, due to shops and stalls beside the road, and pathetic drivers in our country. In addition to that, ppl from other countries such as Singaporeans were also there. But it was all good... I mean.. the Singaporeans kinda balanced up the colours, if you know what I mean =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was boring, we reached our hotel at around 4, and we slept through our evening.. we had dinner at 10:30pm, we woke up at 10 by the way lol. Bla bla bla... Move on &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBNfonf8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/xbAl_wls0RM/s1600-h/DSC03750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBNfonf8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/xbAl_wls0RM/s320/DSC03750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256969037774786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBNr_DMmI/AAAAAAAAANE/rNuz_XHU4V0/s1600-h/DSC03751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBNr_DMmI/AAAAAAAAANE/rNuz_XHU4V0/s320/DSC03751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256972353090146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBOaSFYnI/AAAAAAAAANU/WnkqqhTy_Dk/s1600-h/DSC03753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBOaSFYnI/AAAAAAAAANU/WnkqqhTy_Dk/s320/DSC03753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256984780956274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate.. cheap one. not recommended.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad: Before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFP06tPsI/AAAAAAAAANc/DNYc7SmgSkY/s320/DSC03754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261407157042882" border="0" /&gt;While having their ice creams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFReFpsnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Yc0T79gEfDo/s1600-h/DSC03760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFReFpsnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Yc0T79gEfDo/s320/DSC03760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261435388670578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and sis: Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFQfaOt1I/AAAAAAAAANk/U8t8GK4enjw/s1600-h/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFQfaOt1I/AAAAAAAAANk/U8t8GK4enjw/s320/DSC03757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261418563549010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFRC53sbI/AAAAAAAAANs/t_z5w97HSs4/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFRC53sbI/AAAAAAAAANs/t_z5w97HSs4/s320/DSC03758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261428091498930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFSAwzsGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yhz4X8U8CaU/s1600-h/DSC03761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkFSAwzsGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yhz4X8U8CaU/s320/DSC03761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285261444696485986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea.. the strawberries were very sour.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to the farms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKzfUL0QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ukd7q_xOcac/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKzfUL0QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ukd7q_xOcac/s320/DSC03776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267517391753474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKy6XemgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o1ZDmAL5hiI/s1600-h/DSC03766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKy6XemgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o1ZDmAL5hiI/s320/DSC03766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267507473455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKyYC0WNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kAPT4-sBlOc/s1600-h/DSC03765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKyYC0WNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kAPT4-sBlOc/s320/DSC03765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267498259994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKvo0ZXHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w3axq6haHVQ/s1600-h/DSC03763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKvo0ZXHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w3axq6haHVQ/s320/DSC03763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267451223301234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKvbfHQgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zElC3ErdnLg/s1600-h/DSC03762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkKvbfHQgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zElC3ErdnLg/s320/DSC03762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285267447644373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Next stop was Time Tunnel.. S&lt;/span&gt;urprisingly it was&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting. Too many pics,&lt;br /&gt;so these are some chosen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkO0ekg7TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/--hOpzhuLAA/s1600-h/DSC03820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkO0ekg7TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/--hOpzhuLAA/s320/DSC03820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271932418190642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOzwz6AYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_iqzsOBrj6k/s1600-h/DSC03810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOzwz6AYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_iqzsOBrj6k/s320/DSC03810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271920134717826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOyTFKRKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9LhmP8OecsY/s1600-h/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOyTFKRKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9LhmP8OecsY/s320/DSC03784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271894974153890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOxhrzr9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_Q67jkcZF10/s1600-h/DSC03781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOxhrzr9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_Q67jkcZF10/s320/DSC03781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271881714479058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOwh7Z3AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YNBhoIDicJw/s1600-h/DSC03779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkOwh7Z3AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YNBhoIDicJw/s320/DSC03779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285271864600026114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkT0XMvleI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5pJPGXtpxl0/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkT0XMvleI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5pJPGXtpxl0/s320/DSC03823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277427997578722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTznj9kNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/kNbxwqreMXw/s1600-h/DSC03789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTznj9kNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/kNbxwqreMXw/s320/DSC03789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277415210062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTzKhitVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ryj6p0zNQYM/s1600-h/DSC03786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTzKhitVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ryj6p0zNQYM/s320/DSC03786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277407415285074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTx21FiLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TB2JYZB_DhQ/s1600-h/DSC03782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTx21FiLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TB2JYZB_DhQ/s320/DSC03782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277384948680882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTxG3vp3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SSyofRiS0SI/s1600-h/DSC03816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkTxG3vp3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SSyofRiS0SI/s320/DSC03816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277372074927986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for all folks, don't feel like continuing..&lt;br /&gt;at least for now.. suddenly the emo-ness is all over me,&lt;br /&gt;cuz.. my last trip.. to Fraser.. well.. nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/4621962885395955746-4190674360473104399?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4190674360473104399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4190674360473104399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4190674360473104399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4190674360473104399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/12/ctch-in-ch.html' title='CTCH in CH'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SVkBNfonf8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/xbAl_wls0RM/s72-c/DSC03750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5065072234560437980</id><published>2008-12-27T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:29:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>we were.. that close on being forever.. our dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57MhtqgVGDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57MhtqgVGDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-5065072234560437980?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5065072234560437980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5065072234560437980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5065072234560437980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5065072234560437980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7153780954273693113</id><published>2008-12-16T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:45:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another midnight post.</title><content type='html'>I realized.. I'm avoiding home, yes my very own house.&lt;br /&gt;My work actually started from evening to around 8 or 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I intend to head somewhere else to spend time rather than heading home straight. y is that?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a vibe in my room that brings up the emotional and vulnerable side of me?&lt;br /&gt;Its 4:30am now, and I can't get into sleep...&lt;br /&gt;My sleepless nights remains, when I thought they were gone for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having "emo session" with my piano just now,&lt;br /&gt;and the more I play, the more I felt ... lonely...&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;its unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long, since I last felt the feeling of certainty.. peace..&lt;br /&gt;it was so peaceful that it didn't take more than a few minutes before I realize I was in a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling, which I thought, could be replaced by someone else. But no...&lt;br /&gt;Its gone, along with the person... and.. its gone.. forever..&lt;br /&gt;A person who knew me so well, every of her words.. were fired precisely and seldom misses..no matter how hard I try hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much memories.. I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the midnight.. so much..&lt;br /&gt;its all calm.. and quiet.. and.. peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;..............a perfect time and environment to ... think...&lt;br /&gt;and.. reminisce ...&lt;br /&gt;indulging myself in the pasts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I want.. I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm trying hard to at least make myself look alright on the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the unspoken wounds.. lies deep inside the depths of my soul...&lt;br /&gt;will.. remain there forever.... even if it hurts once in a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7153780954273693113?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7153780954273693113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7153780954273693113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7153780954273693113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7153780954273693113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-midnight-post.html' title='Another midnight post.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-143522263660215893</id><published>2008-12-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:50:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little on top of my head now, its my first time reacting this way towards rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been alot closer to friends lately,&lt;br /&gt;not just towards girls, but guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;I felt deeply how important friends are, and I do treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my remaining 4 months in Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;happily.&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy myself before Uni life kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;But things such as these are just messing with my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;False rumors about myself,&lt;br /&gt;or the people I'm around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I'm single now, and everything should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own.. with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attached in any relationships,&lt;br /&gt;I should be free from all these bullshits....&lt;br /&gt;But no.. its not true.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently whoever I'm slightly closer with,&lt;br /&gt;I'm monitored...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some celebrity or some sort,&lt;br /&gt;why am I getting these negative attentions.&lt;br /&gt;And comments based on nothing but their&lt;br /&gt;judges without even knowing me in person.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I do judge people,&lt;br /&gt;but at least I don't voice out or conclude them&lt;br /&gt;in a certain manner. Certainly not talking behind&lt;br /&gt;their backs. Darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I AM single now.. and I'm happy!.. and I don't need anyone to&lt;br /&gt;sabotage this .. ruing my relationships with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;If theres anything anyone wants to say about me,&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate if they could just say it to me!&lt;br /&gt;I'd be very very grateful.. sincerely.&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/4621962885395955746-143522263660215893?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/143522263660215893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=143522263660215893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/143522263660215893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/143522263660215893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/12/indescribable-feelings.html' title='Indescribable feelings'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4354369076242540666</id><published>2008-12-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:23:43.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another emo post</title><content type='html'>I was very frustrated today, it started the first thing when I woke up, and got worsened throughout the day. And I was so frustrating figuring out my frustration, which was the most frustrating part of all. I know ppl are tired of my emo posts over and over again, but... its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;blog.. *tada* lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christopher moved on with his life, just like everyone else. It turned out to be much better than I thought, I mean, things went on quite well despite some unhappy stuffs happened, but hey... life's never good all the time and perfect rite? So, I should be thankful that most of the stuffs went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out with many friends lately, and obviously my goal of cutting down my shisha session was a failure, although it seemed like a success at first, the fire didn't last long burning a matchstick. But still, I'm putting in efforts into succeeding it, the first time the fire didn't last long with a matchstick, I'll try it with a candle this time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took "our" photos out from my wallet... it was hard to do. But, all I need are memories and pictures of us in my mind, that would be sufficient and surely it'll outlast the pictures. I still have so many items in my room, so many objects that triggers flashes of images before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl always say that when you lose something, you gain something too at the same time. I guess they're right, it is obvious for her, but for a moment I thought I was the one loosing everything and not gaining anything, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained knowledge I've never know of, I've gained solid friendships, more of personal time, and somehow I've changed.. generally in many ways. Mostly my thoughts, and how I handle things, even the way I'm treating people is so not like the old "christopher". I hope its a good change though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today that I should stop thinking so much for others, to consider less of their thoughts or feelings. Personally I find it hard to do, its in my nature that I always first stand in other people's shoes before reacting to whatever matters. I've been living like that all my life, and honestly I don't find any problems in it. It helps me to learn more of how other ppl thinks and at the same time learn how people deal with people or things when something occurred. An addition to that, I find myself easier to deal with stuffs such as conflicts and misunderstandings when I can first feel and see things from their position, although it doesn't work all the time, but definately chances of a success will be highly increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I was supposed to have bbq with friends tonight at my place, but it got cancelled due to some personal reason.. my friend to be specific, it seems like the amount of pax for bbq tonight didn't meet his satisfaction perhaps? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tat's for all tonight... Polar's got to wake up early for church tml.. wait.. like few hours later. And I promise to update more often .. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-4354369076242540666?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4354369076242540666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4354369076242540666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4354369076242540666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4354369076242540666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-emo-post.html' title='Another emo post'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2578296226932614228</id><published>2008-11-25T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:41:29.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add ons from previous post</title><content type='html'>So, pictures of my prezzies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved sister bought me something.. VERY INTERESTING, and its highly encouraging for me, in a bad aspect. She bought me  DRINKING ROULETTE ... it has a plate with a spinning pointer, and small glasses with numbers, the person who's glass matches the number the pointer's pointing DRINKS. cool huh? its going to make my drinking sessions alot more interesting.. thanks sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtNRBB_LI/AAAAAAAAALs/fSjpGCsnCHQ/s1600-h/DSC08116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtNRBB_LI/AAAAAAAAALs/fSjpGCsnCHQ/s320/DSC08116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272638969673284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And other prezzies are as such:&lt;br /&gt;From Aunty Nancy and Uncle Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtsuhZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2hJT5FZm574/s1600-h/DSC08117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtsuhZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2hJT5FZm574/s320/DSC08117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639510169641490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtsw6ShiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L-rPPgJ5yHk/s1600-h/DSC08119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtsw6ShiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L-rPPgJ5yHk/s320/DSC08119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639510810887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hard Rock cafe t-shirt bought from Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;it looks simple, but from the near view, the wordings were made of&lt;br /&gt;leather, very nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttkYqAHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TBl6aSK_K-c/s1600-h/DSC08124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttkYqAHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TBl6aSK_K-c/s320/DSC08124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639524628463730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They made things simple, ANG PAOS. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttOvUfvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jwdXvLbB_Ug/s1600-h/DSC08122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttOvUfvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jwdXvLbB_Ug/s320/DSC08122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639518817943282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shirt from Anatomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttA5lUiI/AAAAAAAAAME/6CN4KjPxBu8/s1600-h/DSC08121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwttA5lUiI/AAAAAAAAAME/6CN4KjPxBu8/s320/DSC08121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272639515102892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zara sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it,didn't manage to take photos of alcohols, cuz..&lt;br /&gt;we finished some of'em.. haha..&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/4621962885395955746-2578296226932614228?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2578296226932614228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2578296226932614228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2578296226932614228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2578296226932614228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/add-ons-from-previous-post.html' title='Add ons from previous post'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSwtNRBB_LI/AAAAAAAAALs/fSjpGCsnCHQ/s72-c/DSC08116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1959365776972252206</id><published>2008-11-22T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:25:06.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th November (me bday)</title><content type='html'>Wanted to update for so long, but failed to sort out time. When I finally had the time to update I wasn't in a mood, so yea all the excuses in the world I could find =p&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was rather normal this year, maybe becuz it landed on a bad timing, which was the assignments and examination season, kinda disappointed that most of my friends couldn't make it for my drinking party. sigh... but many of them replaced a celebration already, so.. it was still good afterall &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before my birthday, called 27 people to laundry, but only 5 managed to show up that night, and on the night of my bday 15 showed up, so.. not too bad.. managed to get 20 out of 27 to come out afterall. Nothing much to say about my birthday, and pictures are not with me.. so will only update after I get them. But I'm still so in a birthday mood, and yes people are still celebrating with me although it has already been two days since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received prezzies in varies form, including alcohol, wines (wait this is also alcohol wtf ) and kisses (does that count?) haha...and items....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow presents are the least important I felt, smses and messages with only a few words meant alot to me, seriously, thanks everyone for making my birthday a warm and meaningful one. I haven't receive my cake yet, i think  it'll be tomorrow, when I'm having a family dinner using "my bday" as an excuse lol.. whatever it is.. its all good with love.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1959365776972252206?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1959365776972252206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1959365776972252206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1959365776972252206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1959365776972252206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/20th-november-me-bday_22.html' title='20th November (me bday)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3461435006939758968</id><published>2008-11-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:12:06.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th November (me bday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3461435006939758968?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3461435006939758968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3461435006939758968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3461435006939758968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3461435006939758968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/20th-november-me-bday.html' title='20th November (me bday)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-1930969938688734700</id><published>2008-11-20T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:13:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. =)</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yvonne Chew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I decided to tag no one to save trouble. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christopher Tan Chee Hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: What are the three electronics you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;laptop, cellphone, tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Are you amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; yea, because of God and not myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: What is the brand of the phone you are using currently?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th: What is the colour of your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Black &amp;amp; silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th: Have you slept in school before?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OH YEA, all the time ... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th: How much time do you spend online everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5-7 hours at least, but not just online, usually doing my stuff while i'm online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th: How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; sociable, friendly, caring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th: What is your favourite topic while chatting?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it depends who am i talking to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th: Which teacher do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;teachers who can teach well, and of course teachers who are "hot" haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th: Who do you think is the most handsome in your class?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;currently not studying, none.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th: Who do you have a crush with currently?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No one currently, I'm waiting patiently for my angel to descent &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th: Do you know secrets of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OH YEA, ALOT, but of course.. its a SECRET between me and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th: How do you rate your sibling?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No rating, I only have one sister, and she'll have all the love I can give for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th: Is your sibling gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th: Do you judge people?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yea, sometimes, but I'm really trying to change this bad habit of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th: Do you run?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What kinda question is this? lol I DO, I'm not handicapped lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th: Are you reluctant or lazy to tag people?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yea, I'm a good person, =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21th: What's 2 + 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sorry but I don't find the point of answering this question with a logic mind .. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22th: Who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jessica alba, Dave weckl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23th: Are you a monster?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;nope.. neither i am inside or outside =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th: Do you play with Barbie dolls?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-_-"....never in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th: What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Madagascar 2, funny lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th: What do you think of your English?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;will let you know when I get my IELTS results .. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th: What do you think about your Bahasa Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sufficient to communicate and survive in the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th: Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;try to hate no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th: Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OF COURSE I DO, in order to love everyone around u, u must first love yourself =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th: Blurt out 5 random words&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I will love God always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-1930969938688734700?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/1930969938688734700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=1930969938688734700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1930969938688734700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/1930969938688734700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged_20.html' title='Tagged.. =)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-5485685136256499865</id><published>2008-11-20T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:43:24.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-5485685136256499865?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/5485685136256499865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=5485685136256499865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5485685136256499865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/5485685136256499865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged.. =)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4256267111256734647</id><published>2008-11-16T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:30:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After exam update</title><content type='html'>IELTS' over, I know its no big deal, its just an exam most students go through becuz it is part of the requirements upon admissions into Universities. But still, I felt much more relief after that terrible 3 hours exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little updates of what I've been doing lately. So, my birthday's in 4 days, .. 20th of November.. *hint* *hint* lol. My mom wanted to buy me a blazer as my bday present, well not a too expensive one. I saw one in Yishion 1u, but when I went back the other day, they were out of stock. -_-. I decided to walk around then, by the way I'm still searching for blazer even now, tml I'm going to shop again for it *sounded like a girl wtf*. Then, I wanted to buy a present for myself... so I bought this er sweater-like shirt from Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBgDVI9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fiV-AJcnUHo/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBgDVI9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fiV-AJcnUHo/s320/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317174354102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;costs me RM140.. is the price reasonable? but I like it lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, went out with mom and sister to Jusco in Bukit Tinggi, and decided to take Korean BBQ for lunch, it was nice... and very filling, probably the rice becuz the portions were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOfvdqjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wFW91ev24Xw/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOfvdqjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wFW91ev24Xw/s320/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318465690118706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhO9HVbWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8A-LxHuVKNI/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhO9HVbWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8A-LxHuVKNI/s320/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318473574870370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOx2FfjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rzF3khLRng4/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOx2FfjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rzF3khLRng4/s320/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318470549732914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOvN7SjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4k1-8dMNfjI/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOvN7SjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4k1-8dMNfjI/s320/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318469844421170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOSVrh5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/2By2-WUNdu8/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBhOSVrh5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/2By2-WUNdu8/s320/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269318462092314514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and btw my mom just went for a trip in Hong Kong, and she bought me a pair of drumsticks as a souvenir, does not really fulfill the purpose of drumming, but its very cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBmqb3lewI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ub5cVr2cYvs/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBmqb3lewI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ub5cVr2cYvs/s320/DSC00694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269324443244919554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBmqi-1d8I/AAAAAAAAALE/bPLuMY210XA/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBmqi-1d8I/AAAAAAAAALE/bPLuMY210XA/s320/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269324445154375618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short update, my mood's been pretty fine these days.. which is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very free apart from my working hours, hang outs anyone? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-4256267111256734647?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4256267111256734647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4256267111256734647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4256267111256734647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4256267111256734647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-exam-update.html' title='After exam update'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SSBgDVI9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fiV-AJcnUHo/s72-c/DSC00693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-3406791212924913039</id><published>2008-11-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:26:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polarpherie</title><content type='html'>One of my friend asked a very random question today, he asked what is the meaning of Polarpherie? And I told him to get the answer from my blog, knowing that he's not the only one wondering, although these are the past, but yea......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main word Polar came from a friend of mine back when I was in music college, she called me Polar for no reason at all, and then all of a sudden, everyone started calling me so. So its kinda like my nickname already lol.&lt;br /&gt;Becuz me and her was so loving last time, we decided to be Polars together. So we gave ourselves another name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar + Christo&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pher&lt;/span&gt; = Polarpher&lt;br /&gt;Polar + Grac&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;= Polarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polarpher + Polarie = Polarpherie.&lt;br /&gt;Unique huh? lol.....&lt;br /&gt;Or more like za dou d.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQOoL-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6Vq11XbaSU/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQOoL-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6Vq11XbaSU/s400/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420738386393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polarpherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQnVB_UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sktfc434P2U/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQnVB_UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sktfc434P2U/s400/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420745016933698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjaxBXnnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uEW4oC3V0zU/s1600-h/n669016347_1977089_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjaxBXnnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uEW4oC3V0zU/s400/n669016347_1977089_1875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420919417511538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Polarpherie...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQOoL-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6Vq11XbaSU/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-3406791212924913039?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/3406791212924913039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=3406791212924913039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3406791212924913039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/3406791212924913039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/polarpherie.html' title='Polarpherie'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SRmjQOoL-0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/A6Vq11XbaSU/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-8022069700310146275</id><published>2008-11-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:12:23.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe it.. but I have to</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable things happened around me these days... I'm starting to doubt just how strong a human can stand firm and not waver when things happens and as time goes by. I saw how minds are changed in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things and people who are so valuable in our lives. I have people I loved and love, friends that I'm willing to be for whenever they need me, and memories which I will cherish forever. But I really started wondering if all these could be replaced by something? or someone? TO me.... no.. but everyone's unique, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think, and also brought up with a mindset to be always sincere, and to not fake yourself, especially to your close ones. No doubt, as we grow... THIS becomes harder and harder to do, because you have a society where you need to be cautious with the people around you and when your in hold of a certain position and responsibilities we intend to enhanced our barrier to keep ourselves safe and less vulnerable. When we do so, its harder to be sincere or to even show our true self. So in our lives, we have so many roles to take and so many things to do, sometimes pretending to be the person we're not, or forced to pretend in a way. My point is... that life is already tough outside, it shouldn't be when we're in our own circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends, and lovers are the ones when we're with them, we SHOULD be very comfortable being ourselves. Because unlike the others out there who's probably making friends with you for benefits in all forms, these people we have are the ones who accepted us for who we are, and if they're really our FRIENDS, there should be no intentions at all but pure friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been through lots of shits lately, but I standby with my thinking that I will always be sincere to the people close around me, not asking for anything in return, but instead always be ready to reach out and be there for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-8022069700310146275?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/8022069700310146275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=8022069700310146275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8022069700310146275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/8022069700310146275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-believe-it-but-i-have-to.html' title='I don&apos;t believe it.. but I have to'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7552121719595360642</id><published>2008-10-31T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:55:56.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Finally updates for my sad little blog and my sad little life. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly its not MY wedding anniversary. It was my parent's.&lt;br /&gt;Dad decided to bring us to The Federal Kuala Lumpur where there is this revolving restaurant located at the top floor of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is the first ever revolving restaurant in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It costs us RM314 for that meal, its reasonable for me.&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice, the wine.. er.. not so. lol&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have like cocktails after meal, but ended up with ice-cream with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtrauPFsyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z0FibRgNYQg/s400/DSC03578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263418696344646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I know I don't look good in photos, but sorry I have to be in this picture,&lt;br /&gt;cuz its a family pic. haha My eyes were so sensitive towards the flash,&lt;br /&gt;especially in dark places, that I can barely open my eyes when the photo was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtraXdNaGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EZAoKRGKGQ4/s1600-h/DSC03568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtraXdNaGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EZAoKRGKGQ4/s400/DSC03568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263418690229856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There, a photo without me. Aren't they lovely? The perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister actually shot photos of them talking VERY close to each other, VERY romantic pictures,will post'em up soon.&lt;br /&gt;And becuz we were all so caught up with our lovely dishes we totally forgot to take pictures of&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtspCDnLsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yWcy_BH5HDw/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtspCDnLsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yWcy_BH5HDw/s400/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420041695014594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of me. And becuz  I have such a low quality camera&lt;br /&gt;phone (sorry jazz, don terasa =p)... my eyes aren't even visible. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtu8-iDNDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ihtSc2JB6mQ/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtu8-iDNDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ihtSc2JB6mQ/s400/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263422583369577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture does not fit into this post at all, but I just felt like posting it cuz it looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4621962885395955746-7552121719595360642?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7552121719595360642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7552121719595360642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7552121719595360642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7552121719595360642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/20th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='20th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQtrauPFsyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z0FibRgNYQg/s72-c/DSC03578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-7317202368560831110</id><published>2008-10-27T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:02:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dunno y but I find the lyrics of my current favorite song very meaningful...and it just kinda really fit in exactly to my current situation... so .. haha.. i love the lyrics and the song itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say my love is all you need, to see you through&lt;br /&gt; but I know these words are not quite true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is the path you're looking for, an open door&lt;br /&gt; Leading to worlds you long to explore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Go, if you must move on alone&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna make it on my own&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kiss me good-bye, love's memory&lt;br /&gt; Follow your heart and find your destiny&lt;br /&gt; Don't shed a tear, for love's mortality&lt;br /&gt; For you put the dream in my reality&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As times goes by I know you'll see this of me&lt;br /&gt; I loved enough to let you go free&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Go, I will give you wings to fly&lt;br /&gt; Cast all your fears into the sky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kiss me goodbye, love's mystery&lt;br /&gt; All of my life I'll hold you close to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't shed a tear for love's mortality&lt;br /&gt; For you put the dream in my reality&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kiss me goodbye, love's memory&lt;br /&gt; You put the dream in my reality &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-7317202368560831110?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/7317202368560831110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=7317202368560831110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7317202368560831110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/7317202368560831110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/kiss-me-goodbye.html' title='Kiss Me Goodbye'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-6819374612645626956</id><published>2008-10-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:41:29.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast update</title><content type='html'>So many things happened lately that I didn't noe what to post, and kinda forgotten about my sad little blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start with the photo shooting session last sunday. So it was my parent's 20th wedding anniversary, and we went for photo shooting session. Just a simple one with 2 sets of outfits.&lt;br /&gt;Will post more pictures when I get my digital copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These r just pictures my sis took for me, I really don't look good in pictures I dunno why, just not born a photogenic, not even a bit. As a matter of fact I'm quite worried that I will look really bad in those pictures, but wth... its taken .. so can't do much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDDl-PHzxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TmCbVzc6hTU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDDl-PHzxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TmCbVzc6hTU/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260419421897740050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suits are nice, but not the person wearing it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDDltnQzGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9I_yPvrQ4Rs/s1600-h/me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDDltnQzGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9I_yPvrQ4Rs/s400/me+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260419417435589730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend told me I have very thick eye brows.. and I'm aware of that, should I go for trimming?hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to invest in a "shisha thingy" haha.. the "bong" some of us called it. But I was afraid that if I have my own at home, I would die alot sooner shisha-ing. So I spent the money, only lesser, on buying myself a steering for my car instead since the old one's leather came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDEjUWL6HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sMZ2dzVkx6k/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDEjUWL6HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sMZ2dzVkx6k/s400/DSC00596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260420475804969074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice ain't it? lol this steering costs me only RM80... and y is that?&lt;br /&gt;Its momo.. but its a replica. haha tat's y... sorry its kinda blur cuz its taken just now before i&lt;br /&gt;came down from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for all the updates now, will post more when I get my digital photo copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-6819374612645626956?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/6819374612645626956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=6819374612645626956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6819374612645626956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/6819374612645626956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/fast-update.html' title='Fast update'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SQDDl-PHzxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TmCbVzc6hTU/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2246129302960657195</id><published>2008-10-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:54:12.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I need to change.. at least try my best =p</title><content type='html'>I kinda made up a list of things I need to change,&lt;br /&gt;its not about material stuffs but myself as in habits and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Sleeping habit&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to change this for a long time, and its not an easy task at all.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so used to my odd sleeping hours that its so hard to change back in to order now.&lt;br /&gt;Plus my sleeps r pathetic... not being able to sleep further than the 2nd stage is just bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shishas&lt;br /&gt;Most of the ppl around me should noe that I'm a hardcore shisha-er.&lt;br /&gt;I've been cutting down the sessions but frankly I don't think its enough,&lt;br /&gt;gotta cut down more before my life gets shorten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Time of playing instruments&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if its true but most art ppl find themselves being able to focus more during midnights.&lt;br /&gt;For a person who loves midnights so much, I find it VERY true.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm kinda living alone, and playing instruments at night really doesn't bother anyone,&lt;br /&gt;BUT, its a habit I must change sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;especially when I'm in New zealand next time,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get kicked out from dorm or&lt;br /&gt;worst being killed for that . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending habit&lt;br /&gt;This is not really a major problem to me, as I always do plan my spending very well.&lt;br /&gt;BUT at certain times such as during clubs, or when it comes to pool,&lt;br /&gt;my money kinda slipped away without me noticing, especially when I'm so much about mood.&lt;br /&gt;So, should think rationally sometimes, to avoid&lt;br /&gt;myself from crying looking at my wallet after I'm sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Time planning&lt;br /&gt;Time is Gold, as wat the Chinese said... I mean we said haha&lt;br /&gt;So, although my University isn't going to start until next year,&lt;br /&gt;but aside from work and chilling around, I should really&lt;br /&gt;plan and use my time wisely and beneficially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Relying too much on emotions&lt;br /&gt;Yea .. the title says it all.. I do rely too much on emotions, and its a bad thing,&lt;br /&gt;especially at times when u need rationality more than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, 6 things to change.. haha.. not something anyone could do overnight, but surely,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best. =)&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/4621962885395955746-2246129302960657195?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2246129302960657195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2246129302960657195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2246129302960657195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2246129302960657195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-i-need-to-change-at-least-try-my.html' title='Things I need to change.. at least try my best =p'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-2969355012630438116</id><published>2008-10-11T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:49:47.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Hell</title><content type='html'>Went to work today, and it rained heavily, I was in Klang by the way. The rain was all cooling and everything's cool. It was still drizzling when I went to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything started on my way back home. Firstly, went through a massive jam for about 30 minutes all becuz a gigantic tree broke and fell on the main road. Vehicles from 4 lanes were squeezing into 1, making a crawl from at least 1km away... so it was bumper to bumper for 30 minutes. When I thought everything was going to be fine after that stretch of jam, another problem occurred. At the traffic light before me was spoilt, and trust me its bad... tat's becuz it was a major wide road, and ended up all cars stucked in the middle of the junctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After squeezing my car through the "crowd", I'm finally ready to head home.. not knowing that there are more disasters ahead. Guess what? The road was flooded....... -_-" And it wasn't just a shallow one, the height of the water was over my car's engine, although I'm driving a very low satria, but still... the water level was very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klang was nvr my turf, but without any choices, I tried taking another route, its kinda like the only route NOT flooded, and so I drove and drove.. deeper inside... many cars followed me.. and together we were lost. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried coming out from that industrial area I was in but there weren't any exits, all the road leads to a certain factory and it was quite dangerous inside cuz there's barely anyone there. Most of the people went off work already at 6pm today. Didn't dare to stop my car and asked the ppl around there cuz they didn't look safe to me, and ... those ppl were always in a bunch.... not taking the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came all the way out from that spot, yea.. back to the flooded area. Then, I noticed there was another route, but it leads to KL. Not given any better choices, I took the road and went up NKVE highway... then from there make a turn to Subang Jaya, and then came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. wat a trip back.... it took me approximately an hour and 40 minutes to reach home, driving more than 60km. wtf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm home.. safe... but my leg's r like.. dead.. yea.. tat's the bad thing about manual transmission vehicles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621962885395955746-2969355012630438116?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/2969355012630438116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=2969355012630438116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2969355012630438116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/2969355012630438116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/bloody-hell.html' title='Bloody Hell'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621962885395955746.post-4221941491206468237</id><published>2008-10-08T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:32:26.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got emo over this song =)</title><content type='html'>This is a really nice song.. from Final Fantasy, and I like her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Angela Aki, and the song's name is Kiss me Goodbye. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/srrLospeLdo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/srrLospeLdo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/4621962885395955746-4221941491206468237?l=polarpher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/feeds/4221941491206468237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621962885395955746&amp;postID=4221941491206468237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4221941491206468237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621962885395955746/posts/default/4221941491206468237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarpher.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-emo-over-this-song.html' title='Got emo over this song =)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10968374572964793053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzlAK4iXAfs/SW7xOtRS7WI/AAAAAAAAAQU/a3Rm0bkzcD8/S220/071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
