<?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-30978673</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:10:02.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolut Farhan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6656693335476547280</id><published>2007-09-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:28:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Shut Down</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i'm shutting down this blog. So yeap.. do have fun viewing the past entries. Coz there will be no more future entries here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can access my new blog at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladida6.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://ladida6.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more of a creative journal kinda concept though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading these past years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6656693335476547280?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6656693335476547280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6656693335476547280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6656693335476547280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6656693335476547280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/operaion-shut-down.html' title='Operation Shut Down'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2314443490474457763</id><published>2007-08-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:57:38.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is for Fools</title><content type='html'>Truly a sad realisation that &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is definitely for fools. All it exposes you to is exploitation. Exploitation of the heart. Such a cruel game love is. Such is the sad tale of denial and ignorance. You're being made use of. Whether you're aware of it or not, or you're doing it willingly, it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, when your use has expired, she will definitely leave you. Well, maybe she'll leave that hope there just in case she needs you again, and you being a fool will hold on to that glimmer of whatever you call love and press on. Sad but true. Love is for fools. Whether we realise it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2314443490474457763?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2314443490474457763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2314443490474457763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2314443490474457763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2314443490474457763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-for-fools.html' title='Love is for Fools'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-225229879999815409</id><published>2007-08-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:21:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyes</title><content type='html'>A poem that i wrote for sumone that was special. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with them,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment,&lt;br /&gt;Every step,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning even more,&lt;br /&gt;Into into its endless trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Glance,&lt;br /&gt;Every Gaze,&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to awe and amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all goes blank,&lt;br /&gt;Each time I gaze into them,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Clear with serenity,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can explain,&lt;br /&gt;What lies beneath this haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment,&lt;br /&gt;Every step,&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-225229879999815409?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/225229879999815409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=225229879999815409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/225229879999815409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/225229879999815409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/brown-eyes.html' title='Brown Eyes'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-3121252005393675421</id><published>2007-08-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:18:25.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHM 2007</title><content type='html'>I was truly humbled just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i was late didn't affect anything about the run. The fact that i had my mp3 accompanying me didn't change anything. The fact that i had new socks on too didn't make me a good runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started fine with a congested start. I think it took like 10mins just to get some leeway to jog. Being the first half marathon i ever took part in, i was kinda following the crowd. The sights were great at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 10km was not really that bad, but after that i felt a tingly feeling in my thighs. The longest distance i've ever ran b4 was 10km, so ahhaa, this was like pushing myself. After 13km, my chest started to ache as if something was crushing it. But my oh my, a girl was running beside me and that kinda motivated me. We ran together like for the next 5km or so. I felt really humbled by this as a girl was running at my pace. Earlier on a few girls ran past me and that was really wow! Anyway, after 18km, i needed water and isotonic and bananas never tasted so great b4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish the race but i wasn't satisfied with myself. I don't think it was good. I felt like giving up halfway through the race and though i pushed on, it just wasn't enough. Truly, training is essential for marathons. And clearly i wasn't prepared for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aha, after that, aiyaiyai, the returning of chips sections was really bad, how can you cramp all the runners in an enclosed area after a run, its really bad. And the baggage collection area didn't help at all! It was the worst part of the whole event! The NS men were slow and rude. Some just stood there and didn't know wad to do behind the counter. There was a queue system but they didn't follow it. They ended up shouting numbers of the bags that they had instead of serving the people that was infront of the queue. It was VERY disorganized and i felt that it was a disgrace to the SAF. Worst baggage collection system i've ever seen. I believe even NCC KIDS can do a better job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, very glad that its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-3121252005393675421?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3121252005393675421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=3121252005393675421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3121252005393675421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3121252005393675421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahm-2007.html' title='AHM 2007'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6989840919074124876</id><published>2007-08-25T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:42:28.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kNOw Drugs</title><content type='html'>Alrite, i'm going to showcase a short clip i did back den when i was 17 and still trying out with this video stuff. Did it for some friends from MI. Well, its for some anti drug campaign i think. Anyways, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPmvh32n9_U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPmvh32n9_U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-6989840919074124876?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6989840919074124876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6989840919074124876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6989840919074124876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6989840919074124876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/know-drugs.html' title='kNOw Drugs'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1896872684908637898</id><published>2007-08-13T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:02:02.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LE FOREPLAY</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally launched an online publication with a team of really superb people! &lt;br /&gt;Its called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LE FOREPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a publication meant for the arts scene&lt;br /&gt;Do have a look at it yah.&lt;br /&gt;URL: &lt;a href="http://leforeplay.com/"&gt;http://leforeplay.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leforeplay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/printscreen.jpg" border="0" alt="LE FOREPLAY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1896872684908637898?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1896872684908637898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1896872684908637898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1896872684908637898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1896872684908637898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/le-foreplay.html' title='LE FOREPLAY'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7779863370472138747</id><published>2007-08-11T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:35:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sisters</title><content type='html'>This was done for a video production project for Foundation Studies in early 2006. Thought i shud upload it on youtube. Oh sorry for the bad transitions and stuff, was still learning. Also its abit laggy on youtube. Filesize too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is about 2 sisters whose parents died early and their only family is themselves. The rest, you watch and figure out on your own! ahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Production Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, Jason, Grace, Yilok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fufGiy769UI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fufGiy769UI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqK2lek4yEk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqK2lek4yEk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lX0XJeHU9UQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lX0XJeHU9UQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PART 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7779863370472138747?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7779863370472138747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7779863370472138747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7779863370472138747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7779863370472138747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/sisters.html' title='The Sisters'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4099564590734123897</id><published>2007-08-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:39:12.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observance Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Got another award from the Minister of Home Affairs/Deputy PM today. Had to go to Phoenix Park at like 10am this morning. Luckily Azmi was there to accompany me. The whole thing was pretty ok for an award presentation ceremony. But the sucky thing was that everyone had to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some photos taken by Azmi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/1-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Team that was with me on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/2-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/3-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/4-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not photogenic, thats why all the pictures are so small! ahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4099564590734123897?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4099564590734123897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4099564590734123897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4099564590734123897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4099564590734123897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/observance-ceremony.html' title='Observance Ceremony'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8813620081984989169</id><published>2007-08-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:24:35.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Month</title><content type='html'>Its been a long month with loads of activities buzzing around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i'm posting about this matter which shouldn't be such an amazement to those who know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite amused by the childishness of Malays. Gosh! Like they say, the more mat you are the more corners you have to look for. Not to relek brudder, BUT TO HIDE YOURSELF! You should, its for your own self value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been so caught up with work that i dun noe wad to do next. I have so much infront of me now. It boils down to management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received an award from the SCDF for assisting in some accident at Tampines MRT some months back. But I only received it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man got hit by the side of the train and was bleeding from his head and legs area. There was like a puddle of thick blood on the platform. Yeah, so got a testimonial for giving medical assistance before the paramedics arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/scdf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/scdf.jpg" border="0" alt="SCDF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, is this my calling? joining the SCDF for my NS, hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8813620081984989169?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8813620081984989169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8813620081984989169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8813620081984989169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8813620081984989169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-month.html' title='Long Month'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5308529806884899526</id><published>2007-07-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:49:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rustling Keys</title><content type='html'>Its weird how i can recognise who's at the door just by listening to the rustling of keys. Added by the prediction of the next sound produced. Its this familiarity that hurts me. I get too used to something that when its gone, i just can't receive the blow with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the topic of Malays which i'm sure by now all my friends would have noticed the amount of distaste i have for them. I actually kinda realised something a few days ago when i went out with farah. Malays are not stupid and disgraceful. Not those from the past that is. Look at movies of the past by P Ramlee. Like bujang lapok or hang tua. There wasn't that MAT shittified kinda image to them. Malays were just malays. I would be proud to be called a Malay at that time. But look at what's happened to Malays now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus not too long ago and i had my ipod blasted to the max volume. I could hear an irritating loud high pitched laughter on top of my music. When i looked back, there were two ite malay boys sitting all the way at the rear sitting next to each other and they were talking and laughing as though they were 100meters away. Wow! Such amazing volume they had with no consideration of the public around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now how proud am i of my malay community, hmm.. need i answer that? i don't even trust Mosques now. The place where i should be able to seek refuge is rude and disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, harry potter was surprisingly inadequate. Alot of my questions wasn't really answered, now more questions seems to pop up like daisies. And yeah, now i have to wait again for the next one. Grrr... but aha.. hermoine granger is sooo cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5308529806884899526?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5308529806884899526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5308529806884899526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5308529806884899526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5308529806884899526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/rustling-keys.html' title='Rustling Keys'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5801236664758958040</id><published>2007-07-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:08:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated with working with people who don't seem to perform. &lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with working with people who seem half hearted about what they are doing when i'm putting in my all. &lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with ignorant and blur pigs who don't know wads going on&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with all those really dumb ass excuse for a professional&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with myself for have to cross paths with these idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die you shittified asses! DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5801236664758958040?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5801236664758958040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5801236664758958040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5801236664758958040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5801236664758958040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1582184569326144308</id><published>2007-06-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:21:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Fever</title><content type='html'>Since the holidays started, i've been doing camps like nobody's business. It was a blast filled with its own ups and downs. I've decided to stop doing it for the moment. Its hard working with a group of people who do not agree with your style of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very strong personality with a strong belief of how things should be done and seldom do i like my ideals to be challenged. Thus i'm thinking that i should stick to my designing job where i'm in direct contact with the client and no middle man is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all my friends that i haven't been contacting for the longest time, i hope you're doing fine. And to my friends who are going into NS, Hooyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1582184569326144308?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1582184569326144308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1582184569326144308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1582184569326144308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1582184569326144308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp-fever.html' title='Camp Fever'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7515888874148341259</id><published>2007-05-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:36:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Girls</title><content type='html'>Oh it would be so hot to have a chinese girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i might be wrong about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i facilitated a camp for Nan Chiau High. It was rather fun. But i felt very shitified throughout the entire duration. Maybe it was due to the fact that 95% of the instructors were chinese and that they kept singing, cheering and conversing in chinese. After a while it really came to a point where I got really sick of it all. I couldn't really connect with the rest of the instructors and the students. I felt really restricted as the school believes strongly in chinese values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise that i'm not really looking so much for a chinese companion. I'm rather looking for sumone who can connect with me. Someone who converses mainly in the OH SO GREAT ENGLISH language and whom i can joke around in other languages with. Someone who's not a Minah or an Ah lian. Someone who does not think in a backward old fashion asian manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather confused at the moment really. I never really liked the malays. Now i feel the same way about indians and chinese too. Something tells me that i'm destined to be alone. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7515888874148341259?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7515888874148341259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7515888874148341259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7515888874148341259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7515888874148341259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-girls.html' title='Chinese Girls'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2983765408349936468</id><published>2007-05-19T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:44:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lack of interest</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda losing interest in blogging about my life. Maybe that is why i've not been updating my blog. I've had much fun this mid hols conducting a camp for Paya Lebar Methodist Girls School. They have been a blast. My most enjoyable camp thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon this blog will seize to exist and a new blog will be set up. Its purpose is to talk more on my design life. For those who have been reading and supporting this blog, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2983765408349936468?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2983765408349936468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2983765408349936468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2983765408349936468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2983765408349936468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-lack-of-interest.html' title='My lack of interest'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2921320607252629251</id><published>2007-05-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:12:49.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet or Salty?</title><content type='html'>I've noticed one particular thing when i go to the movies with girls. THEY ALL LOVE SALTY POPCORN! I caught spiderman3 just now with the Camelot instructors and one of them, Farhana, sat beside me with a bag of.. you guessed it! SALTY POPCORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. maybe from where girls are from, Venus as most men would agree, they only have salty popcorn. I find it very peculiar as i totally dislike salty popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe they like salty stuff coz you noe.. urm.. the high in protein white stuff is also salty. Maybe thats how humans function. Who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2921320607252629251?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2921320607252629251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2921320607252629251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2921320607252629251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2921320607252629251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-or-salty.html' title='Sweet or Salty?'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5964488731683010128</id><published>2007-04-29T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:59:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mats and Rats</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write this since god knows when. Something happened yesterday that triggered me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason to why someone is racist. It doesn't help by throwing them into jail under the Sedition act. No matter how much we deny it or try to hide it, there's bound to be racist feelings across the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racist feelings emerges from the hatred of a small group of people from the race. Humans have a tendency to generalise. It is these black sheeps that make the whole herd look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a minority race in Singapore, Malays are bound to be victims of racist discrimination. Mats and Minahs have been adapted as the street label for malay boys and girls. But such labels have a negative connotation to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the word Mat is being mentioned, a person would imagine a Malay guy with tattoos on his arms, blond hair, tapered pants, cigarettes, beer bottles and a helmet bag. Even if the mat doesn't have a motorcycle, he would still have a helmet bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ideology have sunk deep into the minds of Singaporeans that it is now hard to break away from it. Not all Malay guys are of such caliber. However, I am not here to discuss about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to plea the MATS and MINAHS to change. Change from your immature, rude, stupid and ignorant self. Be someone. Riding a motorcycle all you life won't get you anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday i got a call from this mat saying that i have a photo of me with his girlfriend on my friendster. He demanded rudely that i remove it. No good mannered human would approach someone rudely. His girlfriend pleaded that i remove it out of fear that he would do something rash. I was pissed off at first by the way i was approached. But after a while i was amused by his immaturity and lack of self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why rules are in place. When we break rules by cheating during an eye examination when we are colourblind just to get our motorcycle license, we are not only putting ourselves in danger, we are putting others around us in danger too. It is being foolish and ignorant. Not smart and determined.(Not relevant to the topic, hinting someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a racist, i am simply a malay guy who is sick and tired of the negative connotations being slapped onto the malay society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5964488731683010128?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5964488731683010128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5964488731683010128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5964488731683010128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5964488731683010128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/mats-and-rats.html' title='Mats and Rats'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-3672464255016739096</id><published>2007-04-25T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:25:37.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have not been blogging coz i was kinda bz preparing for final assessment.. RIGHT! ahaha! i was just plain lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how did assessment go? i dun really know.. nobody really knows. Just have to wait till the 10th of may i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so wad happened with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago,&lt;br /&gt;in these past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_i got treated to fish n co by Diyanah&lt;br /&gt;_i got treated to coffee bean by Cordelia&lt;br /&gt;_i lost my Adidas watch in HQ NCC (Some low ass corporal or private stole it, well he needs it more to feed his family, poor guy)&lt;br /&gt;_i helped out in the 189th Airborne Selection&lt;br /&gt;_i spent like $50 in a day just for printing&lt;br /&gt;_i splurged $40 on cab just to go to HQ&lt;br /&gt;_i had AYAM PENYET and i'm in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;_i had less than 3hrs of sleep&lt;br /&gt;_i went to the movies with my new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember the rest right now.. i just woke up from sleep and i'm abit groggy. Oh yeah.. went to the movies with Cordelia and caught shooter! Oh my such a great movie it was! I have always been fascinated by snipers. BUT ahaha! During the movie, for a good 15mins or so, the audio was cut! I wasn't angry.. ahaa.. but i want to get some compensation for that man! it was like the most important part of the movie. He talks to an old dude! Oh yeah.. gotta post this up so that i remember what i have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/shooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/shooter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. anyway, i'm going kayaking later on till thursday, so you wun catch me online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-3672464255016739096?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3672464255016739096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=3672464255016739096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3672464255016739096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3672464255016739096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8667757375075757710</id><published>2007-04-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:26:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figs N Olive</title><content type='html'>I had an early night yesterday. I'm so well rested! I love it! I'm finally getting enough sleep. Well, started the morning by completing some client's work and den i was off for NCC. But the highlight of the day must have been my dinner treat at Figs N Olive. Got a treat by iqbal. My sec sch bestie. Must have eaten everything in that store man! Wooo.. i was really full by the end of it. I even had to take away some of it. I would recommend the Fig surprise and Olive delight to everyone! Its super nice! The picture below is of the Fig surprise i packed home, and this is only half of it. Aha.. thanks Iqbal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/figsolive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/figsolive.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8667757375075757710?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8667757375075757710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8667757375075757710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8667757375075757710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8667757375075757710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/figs-n-olive.html' title='Figs N Olive'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4337159790625544867</id><published>2007-04-12T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:20:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornography for Ladies</title><content type='html'>Yes, you saw it right! Yes sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORN FOR E LADIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. yeah.. what do the ladies want 2 see in porn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that there's this book titled, PORN FOR THE LADIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its contents are photographs of men doing the house work, preparing a gourmet meal and bringing home flowers for no reason. Things of those sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. dose are the stuff that turn ladies on! So guys, if u really wanna turn ur ladies on, you know what to do yeah? aha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4337159790625544867?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4337159790625544867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4337159790625544867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4337159790625544867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4337159790625544867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/pornography-for-ladies.html' title='Pornography for Ladies'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-9151281080150079831</id><published>2007-04-12T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:35:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Ups &amp; Thereafter</title><content type='html'>I dun get humans. They love so deeply when they are with sumone but after they break up, they act like each other dun exists or worst, like enemies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever heard this feministic saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the men who have us,&lt;br /&gt;The Losers who had us,&lt;br /&gt;And the lucky hunks who will have us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or the chauvinistic saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ladies who have us,&lt;br /&gt;The sluts who had us,&lt;br /&gt;And the lucky babes who will have us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i feel that is how humans operate. What is not theirs is nothing to them. They treat it as though its trash. Reducing the other party to the stature of shit. That is how low humans have evolved to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give u an example of how we do that. Take me for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just hate talking to girls who have too much to say. They believe they're right all the time. They act like they're so smart. They believe that everyone has to listen to them and that they are the queen. They believe that they are the untouchables. They believe that they are protected by the law. They believe that woman are greater than men. They believe that feminism is a great cause. Especially those pretty ones. Guys would just sit there and drool/listen? to them. Like being pulled by the nose. Well, we are humans. Its rare to find sumone who's attracted to what we refer to as the UGLY ONES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, i'm not a chauvinist nor am i shallow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm just an observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad and confused creatures we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act so saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say that we're not shallow but we go for the hot/pretty girls coz we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'say'&lt;/span&gt; have chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act like we believe in doing what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act, that's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors we all are. And good ones at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we are only humans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-9151281080150079831?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9151281080150079831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=9151281080150079831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/9151281080150079831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/9151281080150079831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/break-ups-thereafter.html' title='Break Ups &amp; Thereafter'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7855651998380710657</id><published>2007-04-12T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:14:54.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Gone</title><content type='html'>David is gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for now anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/1-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/2-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7855651998380710657?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7855651998380710657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7855651998380710657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7855651998380710657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7855651998380710657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/davids-gone.html' title='David&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6003026321206432708</id><published>2007-04-09T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:06:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>proof that i'm emoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pts-t0mGEYE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pts-t0mGEYE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-6003026321206432708?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6003026321206432708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6003026321206432708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6003026321206432708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6003026321206432708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-858944985115711619</id><published>2007-04-08T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:44:52.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Singapore Universe 2007</title><content type='html'>Ok, frankly i find beauty pageants really dumb! Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contestants strut down to the mic in their 2piece bikini and are asked questions that's supposed to show their intelligence. Like how would u change the world to make it a better place. I find it ridiculous to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the 'opening' of the contest just now and i have to admit that when the contestants answered the questions, i was look more at their boobies than hearing what they had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad way of displaying beauty and brains at the same time! Guys dun have enough blood to supply to the dick and brains at the same time! Come on! If u want to show that you have brains ladies, wear sumthing formal and debate on the show. Dun stand at the mic in ur 2piece bikini and say my inspiration is william shakespear. My goodness, bimbos! All of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i prefer asses to boobies! heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-858944985115711619?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/858944985115711619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=858944985115711619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/858944985115711619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/858944985115711619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-singapore-universe-2007.html' title='Miss Singapore Universe 2007'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7692861387023087713</id><published>2007-04-06T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:36:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Day!</title><content type='html'>i shall name today, the GAY day! Gosh.. i love today! I became a gay! It all started when david wrote me a note on my notebook during hidayah's lecture just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/davidnote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/davidnote.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving for sweden next tuesday. I'm actually gonna miss that bugger. His funny antics and all. Shucks. I may actually cry when i send him off at the airport next tuesday. That remains to be seen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, after the lecture i was sad as i have to resubmit my reflective journal. But yeah, another GUY made my day. When i was collecting back my journal, and i saw that i had to resubmit, Colin, a guest lecturer from scotland came up to me and said, from an outsider point of view, i think that your journal is great. There's alot of interesting things inside. Dun let this put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but yeah, i just had to wallow in my sorrow for a while. I made plans to meet up with grace to gorge food into my abyss. We walked all around Parkway/East Coast Area just to find an eatery! ahhaa.. in the end, we ended up at pastamania. Oh yes, i love Parkway, Pastamania! Its swarming with VJC girls! WOOOOO!!! I lovey dovey dem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that they should make it a school rule that VJC GIRLS wear big big name tags when they wear their uniforms so that i would noe how to address them. HAHA! GOD I LOVE THEM! It makes me pi pi pi per!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. and i actually went shopping after that! Ended up at G2000! aha.. i've never entered that store. Ouh and its called G2000 blu now coz G2000 and U2 merged. Apparently G2000 bought over U2. Anyway yeah, i saw this polo top that i really liked! And it was in this gay blue shade. Wooo.. So then I asked grace and the sales girl if it made me look gay enough. Ahaha! Den we asked for the Gay-est size that was available! Which happened to be XS. LOL, the salesgirl was laughing with us. Then she kinda flirted with me. And she asked, is she(grace) your sister or ur girlfriend. AAHAHAH!!! I answered that she's my child! Aha.. well, lol, after all the flirting and stuff, i managed to pick out and bought 2 pieces of Polo top for $40. I was happy with my purchase. COZ NOW I CAN LOOK GAY! Though after that we went to giordano and i saw a green polo top that i loved! aha.. i'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aha.. i appointed grace to be my GAY CONSULTANT! ahaha.. big task! Lets hope she can step up to the plate and turn me into a GAY! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that SARAH ASKED ME WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE INDIAN GUY IN OUR CLASS!!! AHHAHA!!! WOOOO... ahha.. den she asked if he was north or south indian! Ahaha.. someone interested ey? ahahaha! LOL! Sarah, if you're reading this, dun worry, i'll keep it to myself aight! ahaha.. though there's only ONE indian guy in our class! I'll keep it to myself till someone finds out! ahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7692861387023087713?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7692861387023087713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7692861387023087713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7692861387023087713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7692861387023087713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/gay-day_06.html' title='Gay Day!'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5114192525397746032</id><published>2007-04-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:48:30.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FSD Studios</title><content type='html'>New Identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fsdstudios.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/web.jpg" alt="FSD STUDIOS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5114192525397746032?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5114192525397746032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5114192525397746032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5114192525397746032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5114192525397746032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/04/fsd-studios.html' title='FSD Studios'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6088784333669387848</id><published>2007-03-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:26:55.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump</title><content type='html'>someone jumped from my block today&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take away the smiles&lt;br /&gt;just take away everything nice&lt;br /&gt;thats how i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly&lt;br /&gt;jerk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6088784333669387848?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6088784333669387848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6088784333669387848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6088784333669387848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6088784333669387848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/jump.html' title='jump'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-103819980428225114</id><published>2007-03-30T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:45:04.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss her</title><content type='html'>she scolded me when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-ed&lt;br /&gt;she said i was such a sissy&lt;br /&gt;she made my life difficult&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the hatred from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was the only one who did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the only one who ever could&lt;br /&gt;she understood me from within&lt;br /&gt;something no one could ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that she's gone from my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; left empty all inside&lt;br /&gt;no one could ever heal&lt;br /&gt;the hurt, it feels so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhymes&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that she's with someone else&lt;br /&gt;nothing i could ever do&lt;br /&gt;to make myself a new&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/30978673-103819980428225114?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/103819980428225114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=103819980428225114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/103819980428225114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/103819980428225114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-her.html' title='miss her'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6751793751332807384</id><published>2007-03-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:00:26.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try too hard</title><content type='html'>i've been really flustered with work lately&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;i shudn't have to work so hard&lt;br /&gt;i tried too hard&lt;br /&gt;you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;i left myself open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my own advice&lt;br /&gt;i hurt myself again&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;i shudn't have to work so hard&lt;br /&gt;you just didn't understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6751793751332807384?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6751793751332807384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6751793751332807384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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filefront, dun fret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded dem to 2 other servers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try em' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/n1qgnr"&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/n1qgnr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://d.turboupload.com/d/1660013/CQ2007.zip.html"&gt;http://d.turboupload.com/d/1660013/CQ2007.zip.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5604266685581487129?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5604266685581487129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5604266685581487129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5604266685581487129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5604266685581487129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/problem-downloading.html' title='Problem Downloading'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1023442808206317049</id><published>2007-03-29T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:09:27.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Quest 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.filefront.com/CQ2007zip/;7059795;/fileinfo.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/tiles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.filefront.com/CQ2007zip/;7059795;/fileinfo.html"&gt;Download Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mixed feelings when i edited the photos for CQ 2007. I smiled and teared. Not because we lost, but because of the result of our effort in assisting the less fortunate by creating the TIGS Fund(The Incredibles' Green Socks Fund).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly humbling day. I can already picture the smiles on those kids' faces when they recieve the aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Incredibles Family, you guys are a truly incredible bunch of leaders. Selfless and dedicated. Incredibly incredible. I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1023442808206317049?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1023442808206317049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1023442808206317049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1023442808206317049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1023442808206317049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/challenge-quest-2007.html' title='Challenge Quest 2007'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5498352378585514946</id><published>2007-03-26T05:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:15:38.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farhan and Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/song.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Farhan, you are listening to malays songs. What Happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan: *silence* well.. technically, its an indonesian song. So yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5498352378585514946?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5498352378585514946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5498352378585514946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5498352378585514946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5498352378585514946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/farhan-and-malay_26.html' title='Farhan and Malay'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2381407085924109304</id><published>2007-03-24T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:58:24.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm &amp; Participation</title><content type='html'>Late at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for ideas&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiam &amp;amp; Participation&lt;br /&gt;Fading away slowly&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to push myself till 10may. I need to. Breakthrough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra.. Dean Martin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeee...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2381407085924109304?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2381407085924109304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2381407085924109304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2381407085924109304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2381407085924109304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/enthusiasm-participation.html' title='Enthusiasm &amp; Participation'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1700604583439691633</id><published>2007-03-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:41:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Hearted Conversations</title><content type='html'>I guess its true what people say, kindness doesn't beget kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nice&lt;br /&gt;i think i am&lt;br /&gt;i try to be nice&lt;br /&gt;as much as i can&lt;br /&gt;i hate what it offsprings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think too much&lt;br /&gt;love too much&lt;br /&gt;aim too high&lt;br /&gt;talk too much&lt;br /&gt;move too fast&lt;br /&gt;act too rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to be kind everyday. i really do. i'm tired. i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me forgranted. poke me. tease me. work me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my expections up too high. i get disappointed easily. great farhan great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone today.&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone for the week.&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;half hearted conversations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1700604583439691633?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1700604583439691633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1700604583439691633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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means getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;For you i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in an emotional rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;since i met you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout out that i love you&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to see you run&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get lost in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in a trance with that smile&lt;br /&gt;I could be in cloud nine with that touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to hold back anymore&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;For you i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsPxbaFOXk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsPxbaFOXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-52651816903249615?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/52651816903249615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=52651816903249615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/52651816903249615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/52651816903249615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-you-i-will.html' title='For You I Will'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-113109883106489226</id><published>2007-03-12T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:25:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AsiaWorks Basic Training</title><content type='html'>I graduated from a life changing course yesterday. I now have a new perspective on life. The course not only made me realise and be aware of what i was doing but also open new doors and made opportunities for me to improve it. I met my primary 1 classmate during the course as well! aha.. Kelly.. HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that i have loads of pple who loves and supports me but i just choose to ignore them. Well.. aha.. i got hold of my primary 1 class photo from kelly. So just for ur amusement.. ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RfTx5THcdwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-NXULXDZomY/s1600-h/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RfTx5THcdwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-NXULXDZomY/s400/class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040919849620764418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-113109883106489226?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113109883106489226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=113109883106489226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6487355181667750310</id><published>2007-03-12T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:03:42.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unit Camp Memories Galore!</title><content type='html'>The pictures for the unit camp is up on the &lt;a href="http://greenberetncc.blogspot.com"&gt;Green Beret NCC blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenberetncc.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/img.jpg" alt="Greenberetncc" 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/30978673-6487355181667750310?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6487355181667750310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6487355181667750310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6487355181667750310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6487355181667750310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/unit-camp-memories-galore.html' title='Unit Camp Memories Galore!'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7853926711450513288</id><published>2007-03-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:13:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/tix.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i did dis.. *smiles warmly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7853926711450513288?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7853926711450513288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7853926711450513288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7853926711450513288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7853926711450513288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/tickets.html' title='Tickets'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6916563906589405495</id><published>2007-03-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:37:25.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/farah.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i trust u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6916563906589405495?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6916563906589405495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6916563906589405495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6916563906589405495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6916563906589405495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7041380794019549178</id><published>2007-03-02T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:43:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish Notes</title><content type='html'>As i look back and read past friendster testimonials which i wrote for my friends using my old deleted account, i shy myself to a corner. How pathetically childish my language and writings was. The infamous 'HeLLo, hOw ArE yOu?' caps and lowercase combination. I can't even recognise myself. How times have changed. How things have changed. How life has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7041380794019549178?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7041380794019549178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7041380794019549178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7041380794019549178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7041380794019549178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/childish-notes.html' title='Childish Notes'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8279626389273135009</id><published>2007-03-02T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:38:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls &amp; Thumbdrives</title><content type='html'>It is such a common sight to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thumbdrives&lt;/span&gt; being flaunted around in printing shops. Most of these would belong to design students of various institutions. These storage devices are getting more and more affordable these days and are very popular due to its user friendly nature. I myself have to admit that i cannot go about doing my work without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through my deadline one day, i made an interesting observation. Whilst i was waiting for my file to be printed at a printing shop at sunshine plaza, a girl came in and  dangled her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt; in her hands. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;.. she wasn't too bad looking actually. She kinda posed like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. nobody was attending to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; all the staff kinda had their hands full. But what hit me was how she was posing. It felt as if she was flaunting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt; like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the concept of the plug and socket. Guys are the plugs and girls are the socket. Dun ask me to explain why, just look down and you'll understand. And yeah, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt; is like a plug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt; to attract e attention of the staff. It sorta looked like she was using it as a form of authority. Aha.. so i found it hilarious in a way. Girls have finally found a medium to gain authority that was phallic in nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8279626389273135009?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8279626389273135009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8279626389273135009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8279626389273135009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8279626389273135009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-thumbdrives.html' title='Girls &amp; Thumbdrives'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7271799572882273769</id><published>2007-02-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:40:36.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around Comes Around Baby</title><content type='html'>Well the month has been good to me. I've not cried eversince. But this song by JTimberlake really is awesome. Woah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's to all you girls who go around breaking guys hearts. You deserve it girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMndH4egfSk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMndH4egfSk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-7271799572882273769?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7271799572882273769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7271799572882273769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7271799572882273769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7271799572882273769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-goes-around-comes-around-baby.html' title='What Goes Around Comes Around Baby'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6739140260815030471</id><published>2007-02-24T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:09:44.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Beret NCC</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Beret NCC forum is officially closed. In its place, a blog has been set up to update all on Junyuan/NCC matters. Do spread the news around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenberetncc.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c151/haloamor/gbn.jpg" alt="Green Beret NCC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6739140260815030471?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6739140260815030471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6739140260815030471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6739140260815030471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6739140260815030471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/green-beret-ncc_24.html' title='Green Beret NCC'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4037318436617404428</id><published>2007-02-22T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:44:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady?</title><content type='html'>Relationships. Its a love hate thing. But have you ever wondered how it started? I mean get this, why do we have relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; look back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; childhood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;When's&lt;/span&gt; the first time you heard the term steady in the context of relationship. The term, 'go and sound the girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;'. Well, for me, it was during my primary school days. I can't really remember exactly when, but a friend of mine got his first girlfriend and my friends were like 'he went steady with her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never formally taught on what steady is. I just made my own deduction based on the situation and what my friends told me and i just accepted it. Well, for a guy growing up, its kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; if you dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Its like when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sumone&lt;/span&gt; talks to you about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sumthing&lt;/span&gt; you dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; about, usually you'll just pretend as if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; and just agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we define what a relationship is all about and how its supposed to be. Well, most of us just go with the flow. We assume that everybody knows what a relationship is supposed to be. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; ask for advice from their older friends or family. Some read books written by 'experts'. But where do they get their source? Older folks? and wad abt older folks? older older folks? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that isn't the point. Why do we actually want to get into a relationship? Why is it such a necessity. Some may even put it as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of being hungry and needing to eat. But why? Why is so natural for us to go and get 'attached'? Why are there unwritten rules in a relationship? Who determines them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very painful to get into a serious relationship and after that just go seperate ways. Why must we go steady? why not just friends thru'out ur life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is why is there a natural progression in life for human relationship. From strangers to friends to BF-GF to fiance to husband and wife. Why does that progression exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4037318436617404428?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4037318436617404428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4037318436617404428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4037318436617404428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4037318436617404428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/steady.html' title='Steady?'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-3517624262424873581</id><published>2007-02-20T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:15:21.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedok Reservoir</title><content type='html'>Usually when i go to bedok reservoir, i'll be in my singlet and e shortest shorts u'll ever see running my ass off. Well.. not 2day! aha.. 2day i was armed with my videocam and my DSLR. Why? Coz i have to complete a stupid photog assignment on mood lighting! HOW DUMB! I wasted my evening at bedok reservoir park when I can be at home sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i had fun jumping around like a monkey while yazid took photos of me! aha.. actually there's more photos than wad i'm posting but aha.. i'm too lazy to post dem all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well... heard of flying without wings? ahah.. see.. its very possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnW5uUu_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UYvn7izzyYI/s1600-h/flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnW5uUu_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UYvn7izzyYI/s400/flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033290345739123746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok.. this picture might look sweet and romantic but ahah.. its actually yazid holding his own hand! ahhaha.. sorry to dissapoint you lovey dovey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnUEeUu_AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0O-EvHpfdH0/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnUEeUu_AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0O-EvHpfdH0/s400/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033287231887834114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People have been looking up into the skies for answers. I say look down to the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnTteUu-_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JEQpzejP6NI/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnTteUu-_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/JEQpzejP6NI/s400/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033286836750842866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just dun fall face down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnXHeUu_DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GgPNvswfAZY/s1600-h/roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnXHeUu_DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GgPNvswfAZY/s400/roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033290581962325042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah.. met arif dere too! aha.. he was part of the noisy dikir boys practicing there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnWqeUu_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eL-cGDdX0o4/s1600-h/arif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnWqeUu_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eL-cGDdX0o4/s400/arif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033290083746118674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. well.. i had fun.. and i get sumthing to post on my blog today. Aha.. i think if not for this, i would have posted sumthing nasty. Well.. aha.. thank god i didn't.&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/30978673-3517624262424873581?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3517624262424873581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=3517624262424873581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3517624262424873581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3517624262424873581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/bedok-reservoir.html' title='Bedok Reservoir'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RdnW5uUu_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UYvn7izzyYI/s72-c/flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2171496481828280607</id><published>2007-02-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:41:25.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitch</title><content type='html'>Well now.. twitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.. you must be wondering wad the hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about. What the hell is twitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A muscle contraction (also known as a muscle twitch or simply twitch) occurs when a muscle cell (called a muscle fiber) lengthens or shortens. Locomotion in most higher animals is possible only through the repeated contraction of many muscles at the correct times. Contraction is controlled by the central nervous system comprised of brain and spinal cord. The brain controls voluntary muscle contractions, while the spine controls involuntary reflexes. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscle_contraction"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a slow twitch. What does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; mean? It means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; bad at sprinting because my muscles cannot react fast enough. An example would be when normal guys can run their shuttle run in 9.4secs, i would be running it at 10.4 secs. A second slower! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; bad! But yeah.. its normal for long distance runners to be bad at sprinting says one of my track friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of sprinters are bad at long distance. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shudn't&lt;/span&gt; do long distance as it would make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; slower at sprinting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sumthing&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summing it all up, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ure&lt;/span&gt; good at sprinting short distances den you're a fast twitch and if not, you're a slow twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been talking to some my old friends lately and aha.. one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; who's now e leader of a hip hop group in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; said that The Dance Floor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; low class. She added that it really spoils the image of the dance culture in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. Well.. for dose of you who do not know what The Dance Floor is, it is a dance competition that is aired on Channel 5 with that hot judge, Wong Li Lin! aha.. eh.. wait.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; her name rite.. i always get confused with her character name from Triple Nine. Yeah.. anyway.. i guess from a dancer's perspective, its true. Lets compare this show to So You Think Can Dance. Need i say more? Its really a far cry from what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; have in the US. But yeah.. the show is good in a way, as it gives publicity to the dance community in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;. Aha.. like they say.. bad publicity is still publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. This weekend has been slow slow slow.. been sleeping my days away.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt;.. hopefully it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wun&lt;/span&gt; come and bite me in the ass later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2171496481828280607?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2171496481828280607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2171496481828280607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2171496481828280607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2171496481828280607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/twitch.html' title='Twitch'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1093602087083789806</id><published>2007-02-16T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T03:21:37.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends &amp; Foes</title><content type='html'>It is getting much harder with each passing day to differentiate friends from foes. It is an impossible task &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt;. And that is where things get complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father used to lecture me about friends. He said that you can't trust friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; they are just friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. aha.. very deep ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. actually it is true in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of ways. Friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wun&lt;/span&gt; really help you when u are in need. They are the ones who leave first. They will at all cost try to avoid you. They will bite u in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ure&lt;/span&gt; bum bum at any given opportunity. Friends. It is sick how the meaning of the word has been twisted to such an unrecognisable form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foes on the other hand are a much better form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; if not companion. They do not hide behind that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facade&lt;/span&gt; like a wolf in sheep's clothing. They express their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt; hate for you right smack to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which would you prefer? An 'enemy' whom you do not know about or an enemy who's as obvious as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have u ever been in a situation where u feel like you're with your friends but there's a vibe where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; dun really want you there. Be it their body language, their tone to you, their speech. Well.. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of us have but are just too egoistic to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs friends.. actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; be like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;frienemies&lt;/span&gt;! Well.. they are just with you to suck off you and when they dun need you they'll just drop off. Its like those leeches. Those fat and juicy leaches. Good to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;. I have so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;frienemies&lt;/span&gt; that if i name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;, its gonna take me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;frienemies&lt;/span&gt;, if you dun like me, you dun have to like be nice to me or even hang out with me. You can just drop off be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; way. I dun need you. Oh wait.. have u finished sucking off me? No? well.. too bad den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. i just dun get humans. You are nice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;, you dun harbour bad intentions on them but still they treat you like crap. Maybe its my character. Its quite abrasive which makes it hard for me to make friends? Maybe.. but aha.. who cares ya. They say, dun change who you are just to make friends. Let them friends find you. And if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; dun like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; can just drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; East &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;CLTs&lt;/span&gt; reading my blog, you need to be reading the forum now! There's an update on the shirt production. The details on sizes consolidation and all. Its under Challenge Quest. If you still dunno the URL.. its under my links at my side bar. east forum.. Now go! aha.. please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1093602087083789806?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1093602087083789806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1093602087083789806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1093602087083789806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1093602087083789806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends-foes.html' title='Friends &amp; Foes'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4854036586038222257</id><published>2007-02-14T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:27:04.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Shirt Design</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it lah.. i'm blank.. i'm getting blank... I'm constantly getting out of ideas! I hate this.. I can give people ideas in a snap but i dun have ideas for my own use.. Maybe i shud be a consultant or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yeah..  Challenge Quest is coming so a shirt is in order. Dey requested dat i design the shirt.. and yeah.. i was quite lazy to do it actually! ahaha.. i'm getting lazy lah.. i'm becoming a pig. Well.. i was really blank thru the night. But i managed to come up with something. Anyway.. this shirt wun just be used for challenge quest but for a long term thing till sumone comes up with another design dat is. Its gonna be on a red dri-fit 'polo-tshirt'. Something like a polo shirt but quite unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PICTURE REMOVED (REQUESTED BY EAST CLTS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. for east district peeps.. do leave a comment on it at the &lt;a href="http://forums.cjb.net/ncceast.html"&gt;east forum&lt;/a&gt;. Coz if you dun.. den forever hold ur silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. go do something.. i need to sleep.. shoo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4854036586038222257?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4854036586038222257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4854036586038222257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4854036586038222257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4854036586038222257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/east-shirt-design.html' title='East Shirt Design'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7346985012980044056</id><published>2007-02-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:41:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>It is such a common myth that ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLTS&lt;/span&gt; CAN SWIM! AHA! I dunno why this is so. Maybe its because we are viewed in a larger than life image where we know everything and can do anything! Well.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; here to tell you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CLTS&lt;/span&gt; CANNOT SWIM FOR NUTS!!! EVEN ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it such a disgraceful thing not knowing how to swim? Well, its not that bad if you're a GIRL. Aha.. i would be labelled as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt;(male chauvinist pig) for this but aha.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;! I strongly believe that this is a men's world. There was this ad once aired on the telly about, if it were a woman's world, men would be tailor made, diamonds would grow on trees, high heels wouldn't hurt and men would give birth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Urm&lt;/span&gt;... i dun see any of that happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why i am usually harsher on guys to girls. Well, honestly, we shouldn't be ashamed of ourselves if we can't swim. We should only be ashamed if WE DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. Aha.. can u imagine going to NS, serving the nation and you can't swim? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... an army of non swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. wad would happen to the commandos?&lt;br /&gt;Throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PFD&lt;/span&gt;(personal floatation device) for special ops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; captain?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Navy?&lt;br /&gt;Men overboard!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Opssss&lt;/span&gt;... too late.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dey're&lt;/span&gt; gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait.. POLICE COAST GUARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sir... Can we not go into the water.. its cold and we can't swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. the above are just jokes.. except maybe for the coast guard! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ahahha&lt;/span&gt;... anyway... it is thus imperative for guys to learn how to swim. We can slowly do it! Hooray for guys! Fight for our nation and love our women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.. sorry.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; gong gong at this hr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7346985012980044056?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7346985012980044056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7346985012980044056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7346985012980044056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7346985012980044056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2805194312804420153</id><published>2007-02-09T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:37:15.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>My last few posts had most sentences beginning with an 'I' and my friend pointed it out to me. She said it made me sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt;. aha.. Well.. might be.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the O Levels results are out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of smiles and cries. One of my friends got 2points! LIKE WAD THE HELL!! I got a 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! and that's like L1R4! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dumb at this academic shit. I know. But yeah.. for all those who did badly.. life's just tough all around, deal with it. There's always a solution to everything, just sit down and talk to friends. They can actually help you. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about older friends.. *HINT*HINT*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a general note, O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;level's&lt;/span&gt; nothing really.. Its just a cert to get u to a poly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ite&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wadeva&lt;/span&gt; else you have. After that, the cert is really damn useless. And a cert doesn't tell anything about yourself. Never feel dumb just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; u got 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pts&lt;/span&gt; for L1R4. And dun talk about it, it just makes u sound like a freaking nerd. There was once i was waiting for the train at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tanah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;merah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; at night and there's this bunch of poly kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of me. All i heard them blabbering about was "x over y is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; equation of x-y=SHIT!" MY GOD! WILL YOU STOP WITH THE MATHS ALREADY! Aha.. really man... stop it.. dun go around saying 3+2+4+2+5+2= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wadeva&lt;/span&gt; it adds up to be, to people like me. And what really tops the cherry on the whole cake is when you mention, 'OH MINUS 2 POINTS FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. but yeah.. i dun disagree that this is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nerve wrecking&lt;/span&gt; time of your life because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how the education system in Singapore is. If you're not loaded and not talented in disciplines like art or cooking den you're kinda dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i dun wish to talk much on this subject as it really doesn't interest me. Now enjoy the REAL things in life... A song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt; - Memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueMJQ5OAS-4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueMJQ5OAS-4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueMJQ5OAS-4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ueMJQ5OAS-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2805194312804420153?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2805194312804420153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2805194312804420153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2805194312804420153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2805194312804420153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4268956750646981945</id><published>2007-02-08T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T02:15:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Elevator</title><content type='html'>I'm a normal person.. At least i'd like to think so. I think alot. I wonder alot to be precise. I wonder how my fingers move. I noe why it moves but how does it move. Like how does the message flow thru my nerves and really.. i just wonder. I wonder about how people react. Cause and actions. I analyse decisions made by people and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder of why girls do certain weird things. Why they hate me doing certain things. Why they act disgusted at the mention of sexual terms like cum and masturbation when they talk about it openly with their boyfriends. I really dun understand why humans do certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance and sing in the elevator alone to my mp3 player. And i really enjoy doing it. I love to feel songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend says i think too much and dat i shouldn't. I shouldn't? Really? But really i can't help myself. Its just wondering thoughts. It'll just come when i'm alone and have nothing to occupy my mind with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can multitask, but i can't talk on the phone and chat on msn at the same time. I get confused. I love running as it makes me feel free and satisfied when i complete a distance with the pain in my body. I just need running shoes coz i'm using my old torn and tattered court shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to people. Neigh, i love flirting. Lets be honest. Who doesn't. Flirting is fun. Yeah.. and i'm kinda randomly inserting text in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4268956750646981945?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4268956750646981945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4268956750646981945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4268956750646981945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4268956750646981945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancing-in-elevator.html' title='Dancing In The Elevator'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2446354494637370514</id><published>2007-02-03T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T04:40:42.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Shut</title><content type='html'>I find myself wide awake again. Unable to slumber. I have &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on my mind. I'm really wondering what &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; is all about. I think &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too old for it. I dun even &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; what it is all about anymore. I went down for the training session today and it really got me thinking. What new things can I teach the cadets that is in relevance to the syllabus of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; which is viable &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the logistics that i had. Not &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things apparently. What is NCC all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself reading through a few junior CLT blogs whose CLT Course i conducted. I find myself reminicing the time when i just graduated from my secondary school and went for my 46th CLT Course. I try my best to understand what NCC is about through the eyes of these younger CLTs. Yet in doing so, i find myself getting even more lost in my search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find no benifit of going to NCC trainings for the kids. What do they learn? Drills? IFC? PT? They do it every week. Day in and day out. I see no sense in it. I really dun. Not anymore that is. Alot of times i find many people ridiculing NCC kids. I can really see why. Its because NCC has turned into a big joke. It really has. I dunno if it was a big joke to begin with. Maybe it was. I just can't bring myself to believe that NCC is something important anymore. I just can't. I dun believe in the corps anymore. This though, is not the first time I've thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself arguing that i met alot of my good friends thru NCC and that i learnt leadership the hard way thru NCC. I learnt pple management skills also thru NCC. But one will not learn if he does not want to learn. I dunno what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, Anyone.. if you figure it out. Do enlighten me. Please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2446354494637370514?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2446354494637370514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2446354494637370514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2446354494637370514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2446354494637370514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes Wide Shut'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8404711876641774950</id><published>2007-02-02T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:40:14.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><content type='html'>My performance level has downhilled a little due to a week of fever i experienced. I hate getting sick. Coughing all over and feeling like shit. The last thing i need is the doctor talking to me like i'm not sick and i'm just trying to get an MC. I hate dese kinda doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had to submit greeting cards for the Lasalle Open house. Well, we had to come out with a set of 3cards. I have these cards below in different messages. For valentines and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIyAA6s95I/AAAAAAAAADc/JREUwKUkd-w/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635109926500242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIyAA6s95I/AAAAAAAAADc/JREUwKUkd-w/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIx7Q6s94I/AAAAAAAAADU/5igCcHD0qrw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635028322121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIx7Q6s94I/AAAAAAAAADU/5igCcHD0qrw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIx3g6s93I/AAAAAAAAADM/RAE5MunBv6U/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026634963897612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIx3g6s93I/AAAAAAAAADM/RAE5MunBv6U/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30978673-8404711876641774950?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8404711876641774950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8404711876641774950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8404711876641774950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8404711876641774950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RcIyAA6s95I/AAAAAAAAADc/JREUwKUkd-w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-61735575456987384</id><published>2007-01-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:03:08.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoVista Competition</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday i went to punggol beach with khai, ben and yazid for a photography shoot. It was filled with screw ups! haha.. first, me and yazid took bus service 3 which took about an hour to reach punggol. Haha.. we were 1hr late as a result! When we reached punggol beach, the atmosphere wasn't that pleasing. We still took some shots though, and i set up my video to record the waves. But alas! about 30mins later, it started to pour! We didn't even manage to shoot the sunset man! Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. after that, i rushed home to change and went to meet the 50th CLTs at St James Powerstation for e NUS Bash. Haha.. CLUBBING is AGAINST my priciples! YES! I went there to do my project! ahha.. Being in lasalle, i have projects that are different from polytechnics and JCs. Ahaha.. Halfway thru, my videocamera got confiscated by the bouncer! ahhh!!! Ahaha.. but i got a good 20mins for recordings. So i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ride home from Joel. He dropped me off near Changi General Hospital. So ahah.. i went around the streets doing some weird shoots while walking home. I only reached home abt 2hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a good night sleep, i discovered that i got some pretty good shots at the beach. I sent them for the photo vista competition. And.. ahha.. 2day is the last day for entries! ahah.. Well, these are the photographys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyNyq3SiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NKUPfrxnkVU/s1600-h/lalang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyNyq3SiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NKUPfrxnkVU/s400/lalang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022483590713657890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyaiq3SjI/AAAAAAAAACY/7POWS4MIDvA/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyaiq3SjI/AAAAAAAAACY/7POWS4MIDvA/s400/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022483809756990002" 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/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyiyq3SkI/AAAAAAAAACg/2lFcYubPtvM/s1600-h/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyiyq3SkI/AAAAAAAAACg/2lFcYubPtvM/s400/misty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022483951490910786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-61735575456987384?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/61735575456987384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=61735575456987384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/61735575456987384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/61735575456987384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/01/photovista-competition.html' title='PhotoVista Competition'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RbNyNyq3SiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NKUPfrxnkVU/s72-c/lalang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1873379399666991922</id><published>2007-01-18T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:14:08.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Run</title><content type='html'>Lectures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.. dats sums up my entire day in sch 2day. Well.. with a lot of interventions! Morning lecture ended at ard 10. The next class started at 2pm. So it was like 4hrs to waste! So i followed some of the guys to raffles city for breakfast. There, i found the most gorgeous notebooks! It was a felt material hard cover perfect binding book. Yeah.. lol.. and it was on discount so i bought two of it. After that, i went on to splurge my cash on Levi's jeans, 501. Haha.. i'm mad! seriously! I bought a dry cabinet, camera lens and an mp3 player in the same week! GOSH! I'M BECOMING A GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. class ended ard 6pm with sufang's photography lecture. I rushed back home. Grabbed sumthing quick to eat. Aha.. and the only thing dat was quick to prepare was this packet of nasi jerangan. LOL.. heavy meal man.. i just engulfed the whole thing down. By the time i was done, it was 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that i was good to go for my jogging session! I felt so happy! Finally i have time to go running and it's not raining! So i set off from my place with my trusty new ipod with me! The cold wind blowing at me, the music blasting in my ears, enjoyment of movement. ooo... it was great! i cud feel my strides. I proceeded on to bedok reservoir. I continued with the track and i can swear that i was the only one running in the direction i was in, everybody else was running the opposite way! ahah.. dat was a bummer, one less motivation. I usually draw my extra fuel by overtaking other joggers. Nevertheless, i had my music to keep me going. After that one round, i ran back home. Aha.. total running time is 50mins. By the time i was done, it was already 8. I was soaked in perspiration! It felt GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. well.. dat sums up my day.. haha.. generally.. haha.. oh yeah.. the theories rite. lol.. next posting, i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1873379399666991922?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1873379399666991922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1873379399666991922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1873379399666991922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1873379399666991922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-run.html' title='Good Run'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4137035383827126060</id><published>2007-01-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:28:12.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>Well.. sumone labels me as a poseur and claims that i am self-absorbed.. woooooooo... the audacity of such vocabulary. Aha.. actually i'm amused by it. Poseur in what sense? hmm.. and if he refers to the music aspect where kids in secondary school bitch about everyday den i guess he must still be living in that immature stage of life. Self-absorbed? urm.. being pre-occupied with one's thoughts, interest, etc. Well, or maybe he means i'm in love with myself. But aha.. he actually wants to say i think that people like me when in actual fact they dun. Well.. honestly, only hypocrites do that. Be nice to a person when dey actually hate them. So, if i'm self-absorbed(not the correct term), then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing but nice to people, so i'm happy with myself. If they want to think that way den whoooppeeedooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. next up will be Part 1 of farhan's random theories! Stay tuned for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile enjoy this song by the gorgeous Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8uYbfzW0p8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8uYbfzW0p8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-4137035383827126060?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4137035383827126060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4137035383827126060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4137035383827126060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4137035383827126060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/01/irreplaceble.html' title='Irreplaceable'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-7392556147616429173</id><published>2007-01-12T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:06:30.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Emotions</title><content type='html'>I feel fine,&lt;br /&gt;I am fine,&lt;br /&gt;I noe i am,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing great,&lt;br /&gt;but at the wee hours of the night,&lt;br /&gt;i cry to myself,&lt;br /&gt;i laugh to myself,&lt;br /&gt;for no apparent reason,&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I am..&lt;br /&gt;i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-7392556147616429173?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7392556147616429173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=7392556147616429173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7392556147616429173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/7392556147616429173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/01/mad-emotions.html' title='Mad Emotions'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-6684658812843459118</id><published>2007-01-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:05:19.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 2007</title><content type='html'>Well, i was questioned on why i have not updated my blog just 10mins ago! ahha.. so yeah.. i guess i shudn't be dat lazy and do sumthing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. 31st dec was such a day to remember. After hari raya visiting, i tried to rake up some last minute plans but was instead faced to many brick walls. Thus, it became a 5men nights out! ahha.. how approriate! Well, the night wasn't all dicks and asses as you might expect. It turned outto be quite fun to be honest. Met jinfu first where i took my time to photograph the parliament house. Its quite a sight at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv7raoxpHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gx-ydyLzB0U/s1600-h/parliament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv7raoxpHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gx-ydyLzB0U/s400/parliament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879333310473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, we were joined by azmi, richard and ahah. this one more guy. I keep forgetting his name! oh yes!!! weijie! Damn.. lol.. We walked down in e drizzling cool night to TCC, if i'm not wrong that is! ahha.. coffee establishments look all the same to me. We met this nice and kinda cute waitress there! LOL! We were guessing her age and stuff.. It was fun! I had fun disturbing another waitress on her pronounciation and got her to bring me extra stuff! But the problem was that, jinfu wanted her number and he only sounded it off after we left the place! haha.. how convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv71KoxpII/AAAAAAAAAB0/f7EEQ-tu984/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv71KoxpII/AAAAAAAAAB0/f7EEQ-tu984/s400/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879500814197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right.. anyway.. we went off to catch the fireworks.. haha.. by the time we left the coffee establishment, it was already midnight and the fireworks had started! so we kinda ran to sumwhere where we can decently at least see the fireworks. I rushed to set up my tripod and camera. I took many more pics den this but haha.. i'm just too lazy to post dem! Well, after that, we went back to the coffee place again and haha.. We 'psycho'ed jinfu to ask her for her number. Alas, we waited for half and hour for her but she was no where in sight. So.. too bad.. lesson learnt, if you see sumthing and u want it, GRAB IT! Dun be a sore grapefruit after that. You shud have caught jinfu's dissapointed face! LOL.. weijie asked me to take a photo of his face to post on my blog.. but haha.. it was just too pityfull! LOL.. i cudn't bring myself to doing it.. and i was partially lazy to take the camera out of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv786oxpJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ED8ghJIIE8w/s1600-h/countdowngrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv786oxpJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ED8ghJIIE8w/s400/countdowngrp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879633958184082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah. this is the group that was out that night. A new year spent with 4 other guys! ahha.. how great! lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-6684658812843459118?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6684658812843459118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=6684658812843459118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6684658812843459118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/6684658812843459118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown-to-2007.html' title='Countdown to 2007'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZv7raoxpHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gx-ydyLzB0U/s72-c/parliament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2734656869737932327</id><published>2006-12-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:33:52.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>Today was a surprisingly slow day for me. I found myself slipping in and out of slumber in the morning. I finally woke up in the mid afternoon. I just didn't want to wake up to another day of nothingness. The only thing keeping me sane is the net and the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that military related movies really inspires me. There was one screened just now. It was about a military prison facility. I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wun&lt;/span&gt; bore you with the details, but there's something about the bond in the military that you can't find anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boyband&lt;/span&gt; songs very inspiring.. its kinda gay.. but aha.. they really do touch my heart. I mean, even when i was in primary school, i loved listening to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boybands&lt;/span&gt;. I find nothing wrong with their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instructed to buy bird's egg just now. Though i went out for that sole purpose, to buy bird's eggs, i found myself wondering aimlessly through my neighbourhood. Hitting myself with concepts and philosophy. Admiring the deco put up all around. I was actually talking to myself. More of utter nonsense actually. I'm really going crazy.. Honestly.. I'm not sure of anything anymore.. Nothing seems to make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy as a pig &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; become it seems. I'm really slowing down.. I need to wake up soon.. School term is starting.. i need a slap on the face soon.. VERY very soon... Hopefully &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get sane by then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. i shall continue talking to myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2734656869737932327?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2734656869737932327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2734656869737932327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2734656869737932327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2734656869737932327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-3155482242506877214</id><published>2006-12-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:05:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huurrraaaayyyyy for the SUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HUUURRRAAAYYYY&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE SUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its out again!!! NO MORE RAIN!!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YESSS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LIKE &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! I GOT TO GO JOGGING!!! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! Smelling that sweet drops of perspiration.. the feel of the hard track. The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; of beating the last timing. Its all so overwhelming! I felt great feeling those stitches come back. The sun burning up my pace. The dryness in my mouth. The wind blowing against me. I then got to soak up the sun at the fitness area. Pull ups, crunches, lifts, push ups.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;.. it felt GREAT!!! Laying flat feeling the heat from the sun. Honestly.. what can be nicer than that. I now smell like a pig but.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. it feels great! and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. i learnt not to wear my boxers when &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wearing my sexy shorts.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. it was sticking out like a sore thumb.. i had to pull it up like till my stomach area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; super hyper right now.. going swimming soon.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. LIFE IS GREAT!!! Nothing can stop me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-3155482242506877214?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3155482242506877214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=3155482242506877214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3155482242506877214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3155482242506877214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/huurrraaaayyyyy-for-sun.html' title='Huurrraaaayyyyy for the SUN!!!'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-3916000683839816852</id><published>2006-12-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:06:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>i hate you,&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so bloody much,&lt;br /&gt;you've just spoilt my day,&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just can't leave me alone can't you?&lt;br /&gt;you just bloody need so much attention,&lt;br /&gt;every bloody day and night,&lt;br /&gt;tracking my every move,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just give me one day of peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop, just stop..&lt;br /&gt;just dun do a thing&lt;br /&gt;just dun&lt;br /&gt;you'll make things worse&lt;br /&gt;i dun mean to be mean but,&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you'd &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me some time alone,&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please....&lt;br /&gt;please stop raining..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-3916000683839816852?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3916000683839816852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=3916000683839816852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3916000683839816852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/3916000683839816852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-501973421195794485</id><published>2006-12-26T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:14:13.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dress Up</title><content type='html'>This actually happened on the 22nd of dec. Ying Bei's studying nursing at NUS and she brought her uniform to our christmas chalet. SO.. ahah. me being me, this is wad happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me trying hard to be feminine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC7xdwoUSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LfKt8yAuZzQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC7xdwoUSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LfKt8yAuZzQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012712843739943202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanting and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC74NwoUTI/AAAAAAAAABE/bOTYDTUM8mU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC74NwoUTI/AAAAAAAAABE/bOTYDTUM8mU/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012712959704060210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me(trying to be a good nurse) and yihan&lt;/span&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/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC78NwoUUI/AAAAAAAAABM/1YW-zpsvtaQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC78NwoUUI/AAAAAAAAABM/1YW-zpsvtaQ/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012713028423536962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ridzman, Me and Jinfu. (Ridzman's tryin to molest me!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC8A9woUVI/AAAAAAAAABU/IoDsBqxoUzc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC8A9woUVI/AAAAAAAAABU/IoDsBqxoUzc/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012713110027915602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there are more pictures from the christmas chalet actually, but haha.. i'm just too lazy to touch them.. blame it on the rain. I've got loads of photos waiting to be edited! So.. ahah... so sorry guys.. hopefully u'd have a smile across ur face by the time you're reading this.. Merry Christmas and yeah.. hopefully we'll have a good new year.. I can feel that 2007 is going to be a good year! hopefully for you too huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-501973421195794485?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/501973421195794485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=501973421195794485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/501973421195794485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/501973421195794485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing Dress Up'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RZC7xdwoUSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LfKt8yAuZzQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-4045646433007103146</id><published>2006-12-26T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:08:21.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grip</title><content type='html'>Grip is a very important thing in life. In doing pull ups, w/o a proper comfortable grip, you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; feel the pull ups and thus u can't optimise ur performance. You have to feel the gripl. This applies to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always easy to be confident when you have the ball in your possession. But when you dun have it, you have to go in for it with confidence. Not too careless, but not too careful either. That is how you attack life. With confidence. Never be afraid of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt jealousy after such a long time. And yeah it was kinda hard to deal with. Well, it is ironic when you have such ideals in mind but you can't execute them during the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence my friend, the ball is still in the open. Confidence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-4045646433007103146?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4045646433007103146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=4045646433007103146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4045646433007103146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/4045646433007103146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/grip.html' title='Grip'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-666692769669459657</id><published>2006-12-25T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:49:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dancing In The Burning Room</title><content type='html'>John Mayer - Slow Dancing In The Burning Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so fell in love with this song this first time i heard it.. thanks cheryl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnKdz60H8VI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnKdz60H8VI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-666692769669459657?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/666692769669459657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=666692769669459657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/666692769669459657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/666692769669459657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/slow-dancing-in-burning-room.html' title='Slow Dancing In The Burning Room'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1030697957927606720</id><published>2006-12-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:13:17.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Melodramatic cliched blog entries. Commonly done by many &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; worldwide. It is so widespread that it bores readers so much so to the extent that the X button would be pressed. I for one am guilty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When readers blog hop, IMO(in my opinion), they are more attracted to photos and entries that are related to them. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of effort have been made by &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; to make this the point of their entries. However, wouldn't that make them conform to what society wants? That's what e media is for.. well.. den again, the media conforms to what the government wants too. Double bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i read entries and writings by individuals and i wonder. Do they even know what they're saying? I can hardly comprehend a thing other than deduction of contextual substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of times i wonder if i am the only one who is experiencing this. They say with age comes wisdom, but dare i object to this saying. I feel that it is up to e individual to wisen up and yes, no matter hard we try sometimes, we fail in doing so because simply put, its not our time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this entry is not all of the bullcrap i've just written however. The title, Love. Well, we all want love. No matter how much we try to deny it, we all need it. I need it, you need it, yes, its true. When you've been in what you specify as love and you fall out of it, you feel a grave sense of lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory on love. Aha.. well, only avid photographers would understand this theory though. Its the Shallow DOF(depth of field)/ Shallow LOVE theory. Shallow DOF is when ur subject is in focus and everything else is blurred off. To give u an idea of what this looks like, put ur index finger at ur eye level, between ur eyes and focus on that finger. Move it further and nearer from ur eye and notice the difference in the blurness of the background. Shallow DOF is when ur finger is very near to ur eye. Thus the similarity to Shallow LOVE. Shallow love makes us focus only on one element of the girl and we forget about every other thing. We are all guilty of this. It is in our nature, it is how we are made as humans, even in our eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. i'm not making my point here. Actually my main aim of this entry is to remind myself that i dun have to rush in love. I've been attracted to a few girls thus far but yeah.. as usual it doesn't go vice versa. Hmm.. actually i give this reason that i'll be busy with school and i wun have time to commit and that is why i dun want a gf at this point of time. Hmm... i dunno how much of an extent of that statement is true.. but hey.. everyone's gotta make an excuse for everything rite.. alrite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i posed in a nurse uniform not too long ago.. ahah.. i'll post that when i'm a bit happier.. wait for that entry! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1030697957927606720?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1030697957927606720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1030697957927606720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1030697957927606720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1030697957927606720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8533332779053090144</id><published>2006-12-22T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:07:37.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voracious Flirt</title><content type='html'>It really got me thinking the whole night yesterday. What's becoming of me? Flirtatious natured me? &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... what happened to e decent quiet me? Voracious Flirt. Well.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voracious&lt;/span&gt; means having to be marked by an insatiable appetite for an activity or pursuit. Simply put.. greedy! Well.. say my theories and concepts are at least 80% true, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; probably flabbergasting utter nonsense right now. But, yeah.. a flirt. How do we define a flirt? How do we &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;categorize&lt;/span&gt; a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fflirt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;flɜrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;flurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.to court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions; play at love; coquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without serious intentions? hmm.. well.. urm.. does dat den make me sumwhat of a faker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense.. what's my point? Honestly, my brain cells have been scrambled b'coz of this remark yesterday. The first time in a long time. True enough, i've been called a flirt before by many others before this. But hmm... i guess i've turned soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i even writing this entry? gosh.. i shudn't be thinking too much.. i shudn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i think if i read back this entry, i wouldn't even comprehend what i'm saying. Its really utter blabberish. But.. yeah.. dats how scrambled my brain cells are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's my point? the point of writing this entry? hmm.. ok.. yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8533332779053090144?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8533332779053090144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8533332779053090144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8533332779053090144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8533332779053090144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/voracious-flirt.html' title='Voracious Flirt'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-1343591565531851901</id><published>2006-12-18T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:44:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SALE!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm putting up some of my items for sale. If you're interested, do contact me at my mobile, 93373855.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;MADROCK, LOCO, high-end rockclimbing shoes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009809213919613154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RYZq79woUOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u_s8cyIGLLc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Starting Price: $110&lt;br /&gt;Size: US 8.5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details: Used in 3 occassions only. Sole is in perfect condition. The whitish substance on e shoe is chalk.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Combat Boots, Standard Issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009812671368286450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RYZuFNwoUPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dr1UQ_Lf8Qk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Condition: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Starting Price: $50&lt;br /&gt;Size: US 9&lt;br /&gt;Details: Never been used before. Straight from the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Outgear Vision 80, Camping Bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009814372175335682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RYZvoNwoUQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2XbyieT96r4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009814552563962130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RYZvytwoURI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OJ_asmH9I8Q/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Condition: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Starting Price: $60&lt;br /&gt;Size: 80litres&lt;br /&gt;Details: Used in 4occassions only. Bag is in mint condition. Alot of compartments. Thick paddings.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is only one of each item, do note that sale will be conducted in an auction style. Best price offer wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-1343591565531851901?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1343591565531851901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=1343591565531851901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1343591565531851901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/1343591565531851901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/sale.html' title='SALE!!!'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-YIQyJKvfFo/RYZq79woUOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u_s8cyIGLLc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8457357941819956207</id><published>2006-12-18T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:04:06.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing e Past</title><content type='html'>Its finally coming to the end of the year and soon i'll be plunging into 2007. Alot has happened this year. I can deny it all i want, but the fact stays true dat i've never forgotten about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend asked me this, Farhan, do you want to get over her? My answer.. well.. i dun have an answer for that. Well.. cheeyong said that i've not updated my blog. I hope this is an update to him. I've not since been that happy with my life. Although surrounded with friends and activities, i'm a tad lonely. Its like when they say, you're blasted with music but you can't hear a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. enjoy this song, The Dolphins Cry - Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmO-YvkZAhs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmO-YvkZAhs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8457357941819956207?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8457357941819956207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8457357941819956207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8457357941819956207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8457357941819956207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/reminiscing-e-past.html' title='Reminiscing e Past'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-9211939608085011674</id><published>2006-12-17T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:38:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. after the CLT course, i've kinda lost the mood to blog.. i dun noe the exact reason why, but there's a cloak of laziness that has come over me. Hmm.. i would like to first thank all those who have wished me on my b'dae and yeah.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno wad to say anymore.. i can still converse normally i guess... but yeah.. when it comes to blogging.. i'm really getting blank.. wonder why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-9211939608085011674?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9211939608085011674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=9211939608085011674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/9211939608085011674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/9211939608085011674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-5225956485275874436</id><published>2006-12-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:54:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>My cadets did the sweetest thing today. I was awaken by a phonecall on my handphone. One of my cadet was on the line. He said another one of them wanted to withdraw from the clt course coz he couldn't take it anymore. I felt really sad. Then suddenly he said, actually, he had sumthing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR!  from alot of voices. Aha.. it was the whole east syndicate on the other side. I was so touched. thanks guys.. It really made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-5225956485275874436?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5225956485275874436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=5225956485275874436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5225956485275874436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/5225956485275874436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2179206088851264568</id><published>2006-12-10T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:32:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'dae Farhan</title><content type='html'>I'm quite exhausted. Honestly, i din expect to be this exhausted. I can't get myself to wake up every morning w/o assistance from others. But the time i spent in camp last week was very enjoyable. I've learnt more about myself and about leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after i booked out yesterday, we went to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jinfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; commissioning parade with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;syahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pricilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I banged into a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lamppost&lt;/span&gt; while walking! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. it was damn embarrassing man! Well, the parade was awesome till the part where a contingent screwed up their timing. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Azmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheeyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minghui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yueyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. I hope our &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; made &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jinfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a happier officer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the parade, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yihan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cheeyong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;minghui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yueyun&lt;/span&gt; and me went to fish &amp; co for dinner. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dey&lt;/span&gt; were so sweet. Bought me a choc cake. It was very nice! Aha.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post up pictures when i get it from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno how to thank them. Yeah.. we had a great time at fish &amp;amp; co making fun of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.. my ex-classmate, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fiona&lt;/span&gt; and her friends were sitting beside our table! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. such a coincidence. Well.. when i got home, i was really tired. Sat my bag down and i was immediately knocked out! &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;b'dae&lt;/span&gt;, so... Happy &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;b'dae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;farhan&lt;/span&gt;... yeah.. can't help but feel &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; sad.. but hey.. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2179206088851264568?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2179206088851264568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2179206088851264568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2179206088851264568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2179206088851264568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-bdae-farhan.html' title='Happy B&apos;dae Farhan'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-2867193575902041590</id><published>2006-12-03T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:37:28.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone For A Week</title><content type='html'>1 week passed so fast. Filled with excitement nevertheless. I'm now damn tanned. I have a jarhead haircut and i'm sick! YAY! I'm kinda tired right now. Kinda have nothing to say at the moment. But yeah.. just to let you guys know.. my b'dae is next sunday! 10DEC!!! lol.. a GENTLE reminder.. aha!!! alrite.. i'll be gone for another week, i'll be back for the weekends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-2867193575902041590?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2867193575902041590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=2867193575902041590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2867193575902041590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/2867193575902041590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/gone-for-week.html' title='Gone For A Week'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-8089145464643370010</id><published>2006-11-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:13:53.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balestier Hill Primary School</title><content type='html'>Me,'Fooooocus!' *kids echo* Foooocus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still ringing in my ears.. I kinda miss dose kids at balestier hill primary. I had the most joyful time of my week dere. From enjoying seeing smiles on their faces to hearing them burst into hysteric laughter. It really is a rewarding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i think its one of my best camps yet! At the of the camp, the teachers presented us with a cuddly soft toy bear each. Dat really made me feel warm inside. Well, here's my bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9272/bearjr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9272/bearjr2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, i'm gonna have to switch back my mode to a more serious one again. 52nd CLT Course calls me near. I hope to make a difference in these teens life after i'm done with dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil Smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-8089145464643370010?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8089145464643370010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=8089145464643370010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8089145464643370010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/8089145464643370010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/balestier-hill-primary-school.html' title='Balestier Hill Primary School'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116369149319127847</id><published>2006-11-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:41:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endau Rompin</title><content type='html'>I had a great 3days at endau romping with evergreen secondary school. Nothing greater den spending time in the outdoors. The group was a fun one. About 30 of dem consisting of sec 2 leaders. I had a really good time having fun with dem and educating dem on the meaning of leadership and how to enjoy nature. Aha.. though i think most of dem are still scared of leaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really having fun these days. I've been laughing so hard sometimes that i forgot how i cried so bad in the past. For that i have my friends to thank. You know who you are.. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. now i gotta start on my work.. aha.. not school work of course.. when you're in design, you gotta be on you're toes all the time or you'll just be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. for those who i promised to buy bubble gum for.. I'M SORRY!! I TOTALLY FORGOT!!! Ahah.. sorry2.. i'll do it the next time i go to m'sia alrite.. heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116369149319127847?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116369149319127847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116369149319127847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116369149319127847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116369149319127847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/endau-rompin.html' title='Endau Rompin'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116334997282523577</id><published>2006-11-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:46:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastric Pain</title><content type='html'>Ouh damn.. i'm having real bad gastric pains now.. gosh.. i haven't had it in like a long time.. and it feels terrible! Well, i spent this week spending my pay. It feels sooooo good lah.. i'm feel very satisfied with my buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on 2day i'm going off to endau rompin with evergreen sec for some trekking. Coming back on wednesday so.. if u have anything urgent to tell me.. it can wait! Other den dat, i've been bumming and yes.. i love bumming! I hope i'll get fatter soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. have a nice week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116334997282523577?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116334997282523577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116334997282523577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116334997282523577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116334997282523577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/gastric-pain.html' title='Gastric Pain'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116305000256574924</id><published>2006-11-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:26:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love You No More</title><content type='html'>To all those broken hearted.. this is for you.. and cheer up.. things will get better.. Smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/um0w8_ruTqc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/um0w8_ruTqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-116305000256574924?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116305000256574924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116305000256574924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116305000256574924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116305000256574924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-love-you-no-more.html' title='Don&apos;t Love You No More'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116284564369915965</id><published>2006-11-07T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:43:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was A Cadet</title><content type='html'>LOL!! Do i look the same as 5years ago?! ahaha.. memories man.. memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/484/blognc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/484/blognc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116284564369915965?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116284564369915965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116284564369915965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116284564369915965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116284564369915965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-was-cadet.html' title='When I Was A Cadet'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116284366707198793</id><published>2006-11-07T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:07:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme some love baby... weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!! SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMILE GLEEFULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you can imagine how happy i am now. Overjoyed! Estatic! Jumping for BALLS! ahaha.. Well, now that sch's out.. its time for more FREELANCE! yay! Meaning work and get paid!.. lol.. unlike sch where u work and pay the sch to work! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. with that being said.. i tot of this line in my sleep.. dunno why.. but yeah.. 'I hide behind my fascades, i hide behind my work, i hide, painfully, hopeful and naively. I hide.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116284366707198793?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116284366707198793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116284366707198793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116284366707198793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116284366707198793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s OUT!!!'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116253010011120737</id><published>2006-11-03T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:01:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>This song made me tear.. its really deep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ2i53D0084"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ2i53D0084" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-116253010011120737?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116253010011120737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116253010011120737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116253010011120737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116253010011120737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116244080684917668</id><published>2006-11-02T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:13:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commonly Confused Words Test</title><content type='html'>I got this test off &lt;a href="http://twoahrs.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sarah's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 93% Advanced,  and 60% Expert!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an &lt;b&gt;exceptional&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="111"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="39"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;74%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="74"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="76"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;49%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="83"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="67"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;55%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="130"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;13%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=shortredhead78"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116244080684917668?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116244080684917668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116244080684917668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116244080684917668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116244080684917668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/11/commonly-confused-words-test.html' title='The Commonly Confused Words Test'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116229327382979098</id><published>2006-10-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:36:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Kayaking</title><content type='html'>School's finally ending.. YAY!!! Now i can spend my holidays doing fun stuff like going camping and outdoor activities! I took a short teaser last weekend by going for a 2star kayaking course conducted by CAMELOT at changi coast. Well.. i'm burnt now. Aha.. peeling process beginning. A few cuts on my hands and alot of FUN, SUN and FARHAN! aha.. well.. I met &lt;a href="http://ummyss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jin Chuan&lt;/a&gt; dere. He was one of the attached instructors. LOL.. small world. Anyway.. made a few new friends  and found a MAGNIFICENT location for photography. The campsite is awesome! The low flying planes, the sea, the light reflection. Imagine that outside ur bedroom window. I had that for 2 whole nights! ALAS! My camera was at home!!! DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it was fun while it lasted. I was awakened back to reality when i had to complete the flash project which was due today. Aha.. din really finish it coz dere's some messed up codes which i'm too lazy to remedy as of now. But let me show u e &lt;a href="http://img282.imageshack.us/my.php?image=victoriance3.swf&amp;width=800"&gt;end result&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... oh yeah.. i have to blog this last thing. I was watching everwood and there's this line which i really liked. It was a line adapted from the book that one of the character wrote. It's sumthing like, the most hurt that can be felt is of the heart, its like feeling you've lost a chess game when ur queen has been captured. Yeah.. how true.. Alrite.. time to cook now.. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116229327382979098?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116229327382979098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116229327382979098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116229327382979098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116229327382979098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-of-kayaking.html' title='A Weekend of Kayaking'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116187209089574631</id><published>2006-10-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:14:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gattaca Title Sequence</title><content type='html'>This is a Movie Title Sequence i did for a school project. Yeap.. done using Adobe Photoshop + Adobe Premiere + Adobe AfterEffects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdLl_TzOYos"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdLl_TzOYos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-116187209089574631?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116187209089574631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116187209089574631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116187209089574631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116187209089574631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/gattaca-title-sequence.html' title='Gattaca Title Sequence'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116179190905198130</id><published>2006-10-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:58:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Few Projects</title><content type='html'>This is probably the most exciting part of the semester, THE ENDING OF IT! It's like a wind of relief blowing in your face... AND OH YES IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD!!! I've been sleeping so irregularly that i sumtimes forget if its morning or night. Now all that's left for me to do is to finish tomorrow's flea market event, a flash site and prepare a portfolio for assessemnt and.. I'M DONE!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS.. JUST YOU WAIT!!! I'M COMING!! I'M COMING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. i'm in that rock mood now.. acdc, led zeppelin, jimmi hendrix.. omg, ALL OF YOU ROCKERS.. YOU JUST ROCK MY NIGHTS! And who can forget School of Rock when u think of rock. They have the cutest girls on the show man! ahah.. and I'M NOT A PEDOPHILE! I just find dem really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i think my brownies are done! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116179190905198130?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116179190905198130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116179190905198130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116179190905198130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116179190905198130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/final-few-projects.html' title='Final Few Projects'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116132296961905390</id><published>2006-10-20T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:42:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Sunset - Find A Way</title><content type='html'>Local band Plain Sunset.. wooo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85-uxomyElY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85-uxomyElY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-116132296961905390?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116132296961905390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116132296961905390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116132296961905390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116132296961905390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/plain-sunset-find-way.html' title='Plain Sunset - Find A Way'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116123184905623552</id><published>2006-10-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:24:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Hoyt</title><content type='html'>A very inspiring video clip in my opinion. A tribute to team hoyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D52rJd9GX10"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D52rJd9GX10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/30978673-116123184905623552?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116123184905623552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116123184905623552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116123184905623552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116123184905623552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/team-hoyt.html' title='Team Hoyt'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116113263850660875</id><published>2006-10-18T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:51:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FSD Studios</title><content type='html'>After a whole day of banging my head on the wall trying to figure out actionscripts i finally completed 20% of what i had in mind for my flash assignment. LOL! That's quite sumthing considering that i HATE using flash. Its like learning how to speak a foreign language. Well, i made sumthing like a flipbook that had a victorian theme to it all. So i'm going to change the cursor to a feather pen. hmm.. it looks sumthing like &lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=fsdstudiossl2.swf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. yeah.. I MADE THAT! I'M STILL IN SHOCK! lol.. no lah.. i'm just kidding.. i did it but its actually quite simple if u noe how 2 do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, i've been thinking of a new identity concept for myself these past few days. Artifex was too common as in the dotcom sites were already registered. So yeah, my new design identity is FSD Studios. FSD stands for Farhan's sexy Designs or Farhan's Super Doodles or Farhan Splendid Drafts or ahah.. it can mean anything! Thats where i came up with the slogan, Infinite Possibilities and thats where the concept of the logo came out. An adaptation of the inifinity logo. It looks sumthing like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/2746/logooptimizedad7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/2746/logooptimizedad7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. And.. yes.. this blog is gonna get a new design as soon as my hols starts. I'm kinda bored of the current design and yeah.. its not corporate enough. LOL! I think i'm getting more and more inclined to the corporate kinda design. Well, but my arty farty side will still be dere when i need to pull it out yeah. So dun fret! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah.. I HAVEN'T ENLISTED YET! I was just bored of my long hair, ok some would say it wasn't but i just dun like sloppy looking hair. It will grow.. ahha.. I'm also doing freelance now. I do almost anything that has got to do with design. Photography, videography, illustration, concept, designs.. well.. u just name it.. I'll give u a quote. Yeap.. I'll set up an online portfolio soon too. Gotta get my game on soon. Alrite, i got to get back to my DESIGN crap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116113263850660875?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116113263850660875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116113263850660875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116113263850660875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116113263850660875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/fsd-studios.html' title='FSD Studios'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116109475196022455</id><published>2006-10-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:33:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed the faces of models when doing a runway show? Sometimes they totally turn me off. Most of dem have this &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;dun you dare talk 2 me or i'll bite you&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;why e f*** am i wearing these clothes?!&lt;/span&gt; look. Can't they smile? I think a smile really makes the whole look a better one. Those arrogant models wanna look so attitude that it becomes a turn off. Yeah.. just needed to get that off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jejEr660QyE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116109475196022455?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116109475196022455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116109475196022455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116109475196022455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116109475196022455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-knew.html' title='Who knew'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116076891575499594</id><published>2006-10-14T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:48:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself and I</title><content type='html'>Its kinda an old song, but its full of meaning. So yes! It deserves to be posted! Enjoy the ever so sexy Beyonce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_Z8Ya-qMAY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_Z8Ya-qMAY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116076891575499594?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116076891575499594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116076891575499594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116076891575499594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116076891575499594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me Myself and I'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116059454799101684</id><published>2006-10-12T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T03:24:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Botak Head</title><content type='html'>Aha.. alot of pple have been asking me to post a pic of my new botak head... lol.. so guys.. this is for you! lol.. I just got sick of long hair.. aha.. dun think i ever liked long hair at all. So yeah.. time for a change.. But to those who were a fan of the bird nest style, my hair will grow.. dun worry. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img273.imageshack.us/img273/2348/botakib4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img273.imageshack.us/img273/2348/botakib4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116059454799101684?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116059454799101684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116059454799101684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116059454799101684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116059454799101684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr-botak-head.html' title='Mr. Botak Head'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116051878138262045</id><published>2006-10-11T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T06:19:55.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My soul is weeping</title><content type='html'>Life always happens for a reason. It is not always clear but it always works out in the end. My soul weeps so bad that i ran out of tears. I'd do anything to feel better. I can't find my way anymore. I long to hold you in my arms. I hide behind facades just to keep myself looking sane. I think i need help this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/9559/boyyu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/9559/boyyu1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116051878138262045?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116051878138262045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116051878138262045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116051878138262045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116051878138262045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-soul-is-weeping.html' title='My soul is weeping'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116029620056512857</id><published>2006-10-08T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:30:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battery Pack Grip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day that i will remember as the turning point of my photography experience. I bought my first toy for my SLR. The battery pack grip! yay! I got a second hand one from a contact at clubsnap. It was a smooth transaction and it cost me $120. Well, i was very happy with my purchase. Next up will be the remote control and a lowerpro bag for the SLR. I'm getting it from the same contact on monday. Ok.. here's  picture of what i have now courtesy of Andrena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/7465/cameratp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/7465/cameratp5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. the 70-300mm lens is not mine though, i borrowed it from raymond, jac's bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116029620056512857?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116029620056512857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116029620056512857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116029620056512857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116029620056512857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/battery-pack-grip.html' title='Battery Pack Grip'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-116015960380283162</id><published>2006-10-07T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:33:24.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemalto Family Day</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from sleep yet again. I did a photography+videography job for morias events and teambuilding yesterday. It was really fun. BUT also tiring. I really learnt alot. BUT FIRST, i wanna thank RAYMOND for lending me his expensive equiptment! lol.. I think without it i would have died dere man! Well, new friends made, i'm really enjoying my life now. Like seriously! Aha.. well, to tell u about the event, Gemalto, the client that we were serving, which is an internet security company, had an OLYMPICS going on. Yeah! OLYMICS MAN! haha.. I got to photograph an olympic event, how cool is that! lol.. well.. anyway, i wanna say hi to all my new friends, maddie, simone, shayne, razali, poh seng, 'cereal', agnes, effy and aha.. the rest.. sorry i din remember all ur names... and yeah.. i would like to thank the BOSS, Aaron and also Linda, for this opportunity and for future collaborations. Nuff said! Pictures galore! aha.. well.. i can only post my photos. Coz the rest are owned by &lt;a href="http://morias-events.com"&gt;Morias Events&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does everyone like to pinch my NIPPLES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/4370/1ly0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/4370/1ly0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo.. the EMCEE is HUGE!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/7258/6jw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/7258/6jw9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boss, Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5843/2cg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5843/2cg5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe it or not, Photography HAS its PERKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/5104/4jf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/5104/4jf9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/231/5bs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/231/5bs9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people that made it happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4725/8ew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4725/8ew1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-116015960380283162?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/116015960380283162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=116015960380283162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116015960380283162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/116015960380283162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/gemalto-family-day.html' title='Gemalto Family Day'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115981832016817706</id><published>2006-10-03T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T04:11:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Designers and the rest of the world</title><content type='html'>I believe strongly that there are only two kinds of people in the world, designers and the rest. Designers thru'out history have proven themselves to be the creative drive of the world and made groundbreaking innovations and events. Just look at Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it takes a designer to understand a designer. Alot of foolish people feel that designing is a waste of time. They prefer professions like accountancy and what have you in JCs. Well, i believe that is why they will always be foolish. Designers have been feared even by the Nazis. An example was the Bauhaus. They were so avant garde in their designs and thinking that the Nazis even bothered to surpress them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that designing is easy and that studying it is just a waste of time coz its all common sense. Little do dey know that it is really a time consuming and a very hard process. I believe these ignorant people to be boring and non-creative individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to aspiring designers out there who feel rather insecure about your future. Don't be. Never be. You have the chance to do something great. Designing is not something for a normal person. Most people can design a poster, but it would look BLOODY RETARDED. No consideration about kerning or good typography or even colour theory. So thus, a shady looking cheepo outcome. Hmm.. i wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so yes, the point is, designing is not easy. It is not as simple as putting a picture on canvas. Its all about concept and execution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115981832016817706?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115981832016817706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115981832016817706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115981832016817706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115981832016817706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/designers-and-rest-of-world.html' title='Designers and the rest of the world'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115972119867582762</id><published>2006-10-02T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:46:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflective Journal</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is a new one for me.. Reflective journal. It will form up 30% of my marks for this semester. So aha.. that's LIKE ALOT LAH!!! It could either make or break me. Gosh. Well, everybody seems to be doing a physical form of a journal. I for one hate that! I'm just plain lazy lah.. aha.. imagine me writing stuff into my little polly pocket notebook for a journal! Gosh.. Well, i'm contradicting myself abit coz i enjoy blogging. But yeah.. its a totally different media. Anyway, i wanted to make sumsort of a video journal.. LOL! Its turning up becoming more like a long nightmarish music video! Aha.. well, i made the case more interesting so that it'll look personal and i printed a sticker and pasted it on the dvd. Aha.. all that done BUT the CONTENT! LOL.. aha.. aftereffects takes really long to export man.. aha.. its like 12.40am now.. and i have to submit this journal by ard 9am! aha.. gosh.. i dunno if i can make it man.. Export and burn and all.. woah.. i just realised.. daymn... Aha.. well.. gotta work work work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/1184/cdjournalhm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/1184/cdjournalhm9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115972119867582762?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115972119867582762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115972119867582762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115972119867582762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115972119867582762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflective-journal.html' title='Reflective Journal'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115958107437465759</id><published>2006-09-30T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:51:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wants and needs</title><content type='html'>These past few months, i could start thinking about myself and what i need. Its really a good feeling not having to consult another person about what you can or cannot do. Well, right now all i really need is a good mp3 player which is small so that i can bring it all over the place. You noe how it is now in singapore, so noisy! In the bus, in the toilet, in the streets, and even AT HOME! Gosh, dere's no more peace around here anymore. Yeah, my backpack is falling apart slowly too, i've lost a zipper, torn edges all over, broken clips and aha.. i think by the end of this year, its going to just empty its content on the streets. LOL.. i also need a new wallet too. The coin section is not even working properly coz the zipper's spoilt and dere's a hole in it, the wallet is practically worn out. And omg, yes! i so need a bedsheet cover. i've been using my blanket as my bedsheet cover for the past few months. Aha.. pathetic, i know. I need a room makeover too. So if there's any tv programme giving free room facelift/makeovers, pls pls come to my room.. I BEG YOU!! aha.. being a designer gives me no time at all to do anything to my room. Even though i have the ideas of how to excecute the design. Oh yes.. laptop laptop laptop.. I SO NEED ONE RIGHT NOW! My files are all over the place in both the pc. And to make matters worst, i can't store more files coz its a shared pc among my sisters and parents too and my sisters like have ALOT of files lah. I'm scared that one that it'll just crash and i'll lose all my work. GRRR!!! Alright, i'm going rock climbing at sp with alfiyan now. Have a nice weekend guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115958107437465759?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115958107437465759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115958107437465759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115958107437465759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115958107437465759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-wants-and-needs.html' title='My wants and needs'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115946692907241697</id><published>2006-09-29T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:24:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Hurt can bring about a profound realisation in a person. Hurt can either crush or lift a person. I choose to lift myself up. Yes, i've been crying and breaking down so often these few months that i can't even recall the number of times. Well, i realised that for someone who once loved you with all her heart to leave you is rather drastic and there must be a reason behind it. A very big reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i realised that big time. Well, I think its time to change my attitude. Honestly, i never really liked the person i was/am. I am superficial, selfish, egoistic and so much more. I'm not trying to put myself down, but i think, the more we deny it, the deeper we'll drown in it. Yeah, calls for a major drastic change. Aha.. I want to be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help those in need, those in india, those everywhere. Life is too short to waste on little stuff. Life is so much larger than it seems. I want to do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. and small world, she's now going out with johan. Aha.. ok.. i remember him well. He used to go to quran reading class with me when we were kids. aha.. i still remember both of us getting scolded by the uztaz all the time for playing this mini game of paper ball soccer when we're supposed to be reading. And.. aha.. i would always ask him to remind me of the tune to the theme song of Indiana Jones as i would always forget it. I'm so happy for her.. He's really a nice guy. I would noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad i'm doing this, thank you for making me realise. Thank you so much and i bid you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/34/inezgrpaz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px;" src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/34/inezgrpaz2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115946692907241697?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115946692907241697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115946692907241697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115946692907241697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115946692907241697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115944847381123122</id><published>2006-09-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:01:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BA(Hons) Advertising Design</title><content type='html'>Well.. the title says it all. I was pleasantly surprised today when my lecturer told the level that we are not diploma students. AHA! All along i thought that i was doing a 3year diploma course. LOL! HOW WRONG I WAS!! She told us that we are doing a 4years BA(Hons) programme where at the 3rd year we get to choose our specialisation which is either graphic or advertising design for my programme. Aha.. that's sooo kewl.. so i'm actually an undergrad and not a diploma student. AHAHA.. Sounds real good man.. aha.. Sounds real good... Can't wait for convocation day. Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115944847381123122?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115944847381123122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115944847381123122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115944847381123122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115944847381123122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/bahons-advertising-design.html' title='BA(Hons) Advertising Design'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115930176547074194</id><published>2006-09-27T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T04:16:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodshot Eyes</title><content type='html'>My eyes are blood shot red. I'm not tired or anything. I've not been sleeping for weeks now. I'm getting used to it. I got used to it during foundation semesters but yeah, now i'm really getting used to it. So much so to the extent that i dun feel pain but my body shows the signs of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pained is numbed. My body just suffers. My senses all dead. Dat is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. well.. its not all that bad.. I'm doing great actually. I think i'm actually getting better at this designing thing. LOL.. I remember back den in secondary school when my moral ed teacher told me that i shud take a designing course. Aha.. she was right all along. My malay teacher said that i couldn't succeed w/o maths and that i would be a failure. AHA!!! BIG FAT WAHAHAH to her! My home tutor in MI told me that i couldn't succeed coz i left the school. Another BIG FUGLY WAHAHA to her! I just hate teachers that put you down w/o first knowing the facts. As teachers, they have the power to mould the future. But i'm really dissapointed with alot of them. They misuse and abuse it. Some just arn't cut for it. So teachers, if you're reading this, as much as i respect you, please think hard about your actions and teachings, coz students do actually listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we had this discussion abt names during break time. Aha.. one of my classmate is named after a bee species, andrena. And yeah, we were talking abt how weird it is when u put ur chinese names on the army name tag. Jac had this one friend hus name is shortened to S. O. Tong! LOL.. so it would actually spell SOTONG! In the army we call pple who are blur, BLUR SOTONG! So its rather degretory. Yeah.. and i had a new concept for ping's name yet again. After the much popular Crap'PING' and Ping Pong and *Ping*(in high pitch), the latest addition is.. here it comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING KONG!!!! LOL.. from king kong.. get it get it?! lol.. she's the wifey of king kong! lol.. its lame but ahha.. who cares! ok.. gotta get back to my work, can't sleep again, deadline in 7hrs! Gotta work work and work!!! GO Farhan Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115930176547074194?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115930176547074194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115930176547074194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115930176547074194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115930176547074194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/bloodshot-eyes.html' title='Bloodshot Eyes'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115920393986676397</id><published>2006-09-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:21:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odi's 19th B'dae</title><content type='html'>Well... this happened last sat actually. I planned a surprise celebration for her 19th b'dae. I actually went to her area to do some photography. Her area has some real nice stuff and its real quiet, so its real easy to concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fast foward, we sat down at some park and i gave her her present. It was the Strawberry ChocoMonster(SCM)! ahha. Yeah, and i brought her a scented candle for the atmosphere and also for the significance of making a wish and blowing the candle. lol. Well, but in the end, while trying hard to take the picture, she forgot to make her wish! Ok, we cudn't actually see the SCM coz it was dark and we only had a candle illuminating the area, so she was like.. wads dat! ahah.. so i had to feed her in order to make her take the first bite.. ahah.. den she grabbed the container and ate like a pig! lol! Well, in the end, we started playing with a can spray like kids! You noe the kind you use to spray the banglas during christmas eve. yeah.. lol. So yeah, i shot first.. and ahah.. the war began!! At the end of it, we were both covered in pink spray. LOL, sweating like pigs but nevertheless, it was fun. Ok, they say pictures say a thousand words, so aha.. i'll stop typing and post pictures! LOL.. Happy B'dae EMILY! Front Hugggyyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1/8qa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1/8qa7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/1769/1kp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/1769/1kp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/1594/2gq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/1594/2gq7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/9167/3uj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/6403/6ze9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/2236/7qd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/2236/7qd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/9753/9pp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/9753/9pp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6206/10yc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6206/10yc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115920393986676397?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115920393986676397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115920393986676397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115920393986676397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115920393986676397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/odis-19th-bdae.html' title='Odi&apos;s 19th B&apos;dae'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115919000128261552</id><published>2006-09-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T01:18:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn</title><content type='html'>Love the hate, love it..&lt;br /&gt;only one way left.. highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;pain is the catalyst,&lt;br /&gt;run your ass off&lt;br /&gt;swim till ur lungs burst&lt;br /&gt;climb till ur arms fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;no more mr nice guy&lt;br /&gt;no more sentimental guy&lt;br /&gt;no more i'm a fucking great guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's welcome the monster&lt;br /&gt;c'mon highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn all of you, BURN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115919000128261552?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115919000128261552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115919000128261552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115919000128261552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115919000128261552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/burn.html' title='Burn'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30978673.post-115918945620138580</id><published>2006-09-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:04:16.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>in life, sometimes we have to be selfish, we have to know that people are not as nice as you think they are even if you think you know them. Being selfish and getting what you want is the best way to solve anything. Regardless of how others feel. Coz when it all boils down to the core factor, the other party ain't care shit about how you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30978673-115918945620138580?l=haloamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115918945620138580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30978673&amp;postID=115918945620138580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115918945620138580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30978673/posts/default/115918945620138580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haloamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Farhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05205200878468950857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/2268/avatarfacevr8.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
