<?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-5488606</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:07:49.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EHHH come! tell you secret... shhhh</title><subtitle type='html'>huh? nani??? </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-109863333235081630</id><published>2004-10-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T08:55:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kinda think of it, i don't even know when I update my blogs... sorry guys, for being such a drag. however I do appreciate and want to thank those who occasionally still come into my 'grave-site' and read whatever I've wrote...anyway, yet i shall once again tell another tale on wai's life... *yawnz*for the past month or so, so many things have happened - from my first day of work, till this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109863333235081630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109863333235081630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109863333235081630' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-109647544901566945</id><published>2004-09-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T09:30:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wai Wai and Life part 2.563This is the entry of Wai...Dear Blog,its been a while, yes too long for that matter that I've been telling the world about my life, ah yes life goes on...September 29th 2004 - 11:56pm on a wonderful wednesday night. Location Sunway in one of those apartments near SJMC.it is tonight that attended yet another meeting with my new found friends at City Church, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109647544901566945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109647544901566945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647544901566945' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-109177335368739522</id><published>2004-08-05T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:22:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa, long not overdue… well I am truly sorry for not being consistent with my life. Much as been going on and once again, I have yet another though or perhaps I would say an incident I would like the share with you. So sit back, kick off your shoes and relax as I bring you yet into another episode of wai wai’s life. Feel free to sleep if you’re bored, I’m prone to be extremely ‘cheong-hey’“My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109177335368739522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/109177335368739522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177335368739522' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108884652320341914</id><published>2004-07-03T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T02:22:03.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the story continues...… it was her 1st hug… I was quite surprised myself when I saw her arms open wide for me. All I could see then was her smile, and her eyes… it took only a couple of seconds but at that moment everything seemed to have slowed down. She blinked her eyes, and it was as if she has seen right through me, the good the bad the ugly, all exposed in just a mere split second. God, it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108884652320341914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108884652320341914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108884652320341914' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108859931938910733</id><published>2004-06-30T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T05:41:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~A Story to Tell~… "There was this girl, she barged right into my room and introduced herself. Obviously I wasn’t prepared for it. My room was utterly in A mess but she didn’t cared. Though it was only our first meet, it felt like I’ve known her somewhere before. After a quick introduction, she pulled out a camera from her pink pea shaped bag and requested to take a photo in my room. Picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108859931938910733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108859931938910733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859931938910733' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108782620359624320</id><published>2004-06-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T06:56:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought of the Day: simple things in lifeGood morning good morning good morning. Its 15 pass 9 on a … moody Monday morning but the air is good and life in the city has become busy again. This is actually my third ‘morning’ days and I feel really refreshed. Things seemed different. I guess a change would do you good eh? As what they say and remembering a song by Sheryl Crow – change would do you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108782620359624320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108782620359624320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782620359624320' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108765387507488738</id><published>2004-06-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T09:43:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I've always though that I was a strong person in relationships... but after tonite, I realize that there are so many other people out there that is so much stronger than me. the word "wai-tai" meaning courageous in canto would be the word used here. But what does it mean in this context? I had a freind that went though hell and back and told me about his experience with this girl. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108765387507488738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108765387507488738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108765387507488738' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108763534985167055</id><published>2004-06-19T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T01:55:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well, ain't it the life. 7 more days till dateline and here I am blogging. woke up - surprisingly at 6:30am this morning and go my brain engine working! amazing. it has never happened before, got a nice cup of white choc mocha from starbucks, 2 sausage egg Mcmuffin, headed straight home and started work once again yeeehawwwww. switched on my comp and tuned to yahooLaunch! and word doc and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108763534985167055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108763534985167055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108763534985167055' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108691715341361016</id><published>2004-06-10T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:25:53.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Marriage! Who needs it? Who wanted it? NOT Me! Oh, no…NOT ME! Then… then… I had to run into you-- A transplanted wildflower… and… and my whole BLASTED life is ruined! Do you hear? RUINED!!” (He holds her tightly by her shoulder) She looks sharp at him…“Oh, Liz, Liz… I can’t bear the though of leaving you… I want to marry you… to see you every morning and every night of every year for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108691715341361016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108691715341361016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108691715341361016' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108689773272953009</id><published>2004-06-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T13:02:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it's been a while since I've writting something in here, but what can I say,after being inspired watching 'Naruto' a typical jap animation that portrays the life and journey of 3 ninja students. What kept me thinking is while watching it, I think it was episode 75 ownards... questions about life poped into my head. The more I continued down this rabbit hole, the more I'm drawn to the truth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108689773272953009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108689773272953009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108689773272953009' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108088728371463659</id><published>2004-04-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:30:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proposal RephrasedAlright, last night I went back say down and took a good look at my proposal again and saw it was like 'rojak' (Malaysia food that mixes up everything) very delicious. What I really meant that it was too broad. so I though, yup I had to revise the whole thing. instead of marketing culture where its pretty much a political + economical discussion, i would like to narrow down to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108088728371463659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108088728371463659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088728371463659' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-108079268256481135</id><published>2004-03-31T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:14:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.0– Research Proposal for my Masters in Animation and Interactive MediaTo be honest, I find that if you sit back relax and animate your whole life, you’ll get nothing. From where I come from, animators are looked down at judging mainly from they salary each month. It’s pathetic. The animation market is indeed very small but how did they make it? Disney, DreamWorks, Warner Bros’ and others such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108079268256481135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/108079268256481135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079268256481135' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-107443205957244978</id><published>2004-01-18T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T05:24:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and my NEW LIFE 2004Chapter 1 - Wai Wai and PS2 (new wife)read my mail instead for those you who are in OCFOOK... certain things kenot say la .. ekek Chapter 2 - Wai Wai and Lifethings' warmning up here in M'sia... kidna like it though cos its CNY!!!! yahooooooooo can't wait to go to my .... supplier to get illegal fireworks!!! hahahaha all you guys are welcome to join in.. that is if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/107443205957244978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/107443205957244978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443205957244978' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-106719702375293148</id><published>2003-10-26T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:37:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Together WhateverDaylight saving's on, the queer look on wai's face indicated that he's having an hours lack of sleep. But I guess its ok for the fact I'm still awake right now. time now is actually.... 5:45am! wow, didn't know I was awake that long. Today is a day that I guess I'd remember for, perhaps the best ever in the week. Went to Victoria Markerts and did a little shopping and bouth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106719702375293148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106719702375293148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719702375293148' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-106475551931665477</id><published>2003-09-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T06:25:34.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's online!!!I can't belive it, I've been so engrossed in Dido and Sade... listening to them sing sing sing in minor keys... well yes I am kinda depressed. a friend of mine knew, he kinda sensed it but I didn't tell him, but I'm sure I'll reveal myself soon enough. I miss her... just can't stop thinking of her. you know... its how surprising one of the opposite gender that you really care for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106475551931665477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106475551931665477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475551931665477' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-106367029402739571</id><published>2003-09-15T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:06:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back Again... I learn a lot during my absence in maintaining my blogger and I guess I want to share it with you guys. Friendship, thats one... and today, to feel God's presence again. well I'm sure most of us, our walk with God is like a roller-coaster. up and down,inside out,left right over under bla bla bla. I've just came out from my so called "36-hour day" rountine now;woke up this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106367029402739571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106367029402739571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367029402739571' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-106366908540652197</id><published>2003-09-15T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:45:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back! ~ part 1Yea its been long I know. How long? few months haha. many things happened to me during the past few months... but where should I start? Probably from where I left off...life goes on.Yup, my trip back to Malaysia was indeed a great one despite all those trails I went through but I must say it was great. why it happened to me? dno't know. guess I'll just save up all these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106366908540652197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/106366908540652197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106366908540652197' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105708570363356861</id><published>2003-07-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T12:27:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Morning Singapore!!!Yup, I'd really want to shout it all out in the morning of a nice quite wendesday of July the 2nd. Life's been really good to me. lets see, I've just handed up my minor project last friday which was on the 27th of june, booked my ticket back to Malaysia when I found out my visa had been revoked hence my flight had to be cancled and postphoned to another day... yahoo! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105708570363356861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105708570363356861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105708570363356861' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105661638754928056</id><published>2003-06-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T01:33:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Blessings...I'm in uni now... but before I stary my work, I just want to let you guys know (the world) thatI want to bless my fellow small group member... indeed it is because of them I realize I've grown much in His name. so without further adue, this is my prayer...Dear Lord, thank you for this day... You've given me such friends... such love and such joy that they showed me much love and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105661638754928056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105661638754928056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105661638754928056' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105656403970227351</id><published>2003-06-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T11:01:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patience...patience... a vertu yet to be perfected by me. but hey one more day till I liberate myself from the 4 corners of my uni walls... can't wait to go back though, for the past few days I've been going through certain issues in life... its both very challenging and also burdensome at times. today I was faced with certain issues that really challenged my characteristic, probably I was being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105656403970227351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105656403970227351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105656403970227351' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105647315778859182</id><published>2003-06-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:49:13.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which half do you see?hey, 3 more day.... probably 2 more to go and I'm free as a bird, provided I do well if not I'll be... well probably you'll have to tune in to your local tv channels and catch the latest episode of 'the unsolved mysteries'. Life as it seems gets more interesting for me as each day passes. today I learn another part of life and thats perception. which half do you see... the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105647315778859182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105647315778859182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105647315778859182' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105608569085733765</id><published>2003-06-19T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:08:45.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Size Vs ObjectiveWhats new? have you guys every experienced the frustration that when you type something.... and then sooooo satisfied with it suddenly you press something and a window pops up.. ask you to save then you save and when you reload it nothing is there? ... haha well that just happened to me. but its ok :) I'll let no computer over-rule my emotions. He that is in me is greater that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105608569085733765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105608569085733765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105608569085733765' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105600026199446062</id><published>2003-06-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T22:24:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 seconds of imperturbationtoday is a good day! yes and amen, woke up at 7, thanks to the symphonics from the streets as busses blow their hornes and ciy tramps ring their bells, best yet (yet again) the harmonic rythms of the jackhammer. What a great 'good morning' greet from the world to me :)  like in my previous sharing, I shared fragments of my relationship issues that I went through. but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105600026199446062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105600026199446062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105600026199446062' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488606.post-105589617051419015</id><published>2003-06-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T18:15:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer Holidays RevisitedLife and its in-betweens, yup, thats what I like to call it. its about the things we do, learn and go though. its both sweet and at times bitter as hell. its a bright early morning at 7:00 thats when I woke up after a night of stress at uni. not only that but other issues involving my personal self. well, I couldn't sleep on cos there were too much going on in my head. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105589617051419015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5488606/posts/default/105589617051419015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixelboy33.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105589617051419015' title=''/><author><name>wai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04272754748702086653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
