<?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-14247963</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:32:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Eat Full Rice, Nothing Better To Do?~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-7320952152206919163</id><published>2011-01-04T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:39:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010~?</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone by, without a single blog post... hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-7320952152206919163?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/7320952152206919163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/7320952152206919163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010.html' title='2010~?'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-4368519124087695308</id><published>2009-04-08T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:53:37.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer vs Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time, a man in a hot air balloon realized that he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted. "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The woman below replied. "You're in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 50 and 51 degrees north latitude and between 114 and 115 degrees west longitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I am," replied the woman. "How did you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;technically correct, but I've no idea what to make use of your information. The fact is, I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The woman below responded, "You must be in management." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is, you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, you've managed to make it my fault!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(an email from JK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-4368519124087695308?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/4368519124087695308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/4368519124087695308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2009/04/engineer-vs-management.html' title='Engineer vs Management'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-6526000457033799318</id><published>2009-04-03T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:25:24.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>林憶蓮 : 走在大街的女子</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz1RNgsYql0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;黃昏交錯的影子&lt;br /&gt;重躑漍礙漱葖&lt;br /&gt;意亂情迷的城市&lt;br /&gt;快樂悲傷都很容易忘記&lt;br /&gt;傳來的旋律有一點熟悉&lt;br /&gt;風吹疲憊的令我想哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在大街的女子&lt;br /&gt;是不是都有一些些心事 喔&lt;br /&gt;走在大街的女子&lt;br /&gt;當心你就要走失&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用緩緩的速度&lt;br /&gt;陪伴無心的漫步&lt;br /&gt;模糊不清的笑容&lt;br /&gt;就像黑白畫面靜止不動&lt;br /&gt;過往的人群那麼不清晰&lt;br /&gt;嘩笑的令我無法再回憶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在大街的女子&lt;br /&gt;為什麼總是憂傷的姿勢 喔&lt;br /&gt;走在大街的女子&lt;br /&gt;到底你要去那裡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-6526000457033799318?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/6526000457033799318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/6526000457033799318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='林憶蓮 : 走在大街的女子'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-866269537413552957</id><published>2009-03-27T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:53:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>還有甚麼可以送給你</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bS5kOv4k-g&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album ：&lt;strong&gt;陳奕迅 - H3M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title ：&lt;strong&gt;還有甚麼可以送給你&lt;/strong&gt; (Track 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;作曲：Davy Chan&lt;br /&gt;填詞：周耀輝&lt;br /&gt;編曲：劉志遠&lt;br /&gt;監製：Davy Chan．C.Y.．Eason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;送過你一剎　透明&lt;br /&gt;也送過你一串　蛻變&lt;br /&gt;我送過你一片　藍天空&lt;br /&gt;或者未來難做到　更完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梧桐將秋色　無私的給了多壯闊的地&lt;br /&gt;然而想不起　剩下什麼給你&lt;br /&gt;薔薇將春光　如一的給了最細致的味&lt;br /&gt;從此想起　遺憾不應給你&lt;br /&gt;為何不捨不棄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;送過你一次　旅程&lt;br /&gt;也送過你一個　世界&lt;br /&gt;我送過你一切　舊記憶&lt;br /&gt;或者目前沉悶得　接近死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梧桐將秋色　無私的給了多壯闊的地&lt;br /&gt;然而想不起　剩下什么給你&lt;br /&gt;薔薇將春光　如一的給了最細致的味&lt;br /&gt;從此想起　遺憾不應給你&lt;br /&gt;懷疑不應一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾多想送你　最後送不起&lt;br /&gt;或者只交得出勇氣　為你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悠然的秋色　是否欣賞過都會有點膩&lt;br /&gt;然而想不起　剩下甚麼給你&lt;br /&gt;明媚的春光　是否不可以年年無限美&lt;br /&gt;從此想起　遺憾不應給你&lt;br /&gt;為何不捨不棄&lt;br /&gt;懷疑不應一起&lt;br /&gt;不應一起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-866269537413552957?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/866269537413552957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=866269537413552957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/866269537413552957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/866269537413552957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='還有甚麼可以送給你'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-337696800752059619</id><published>2008-10-17T21:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:55:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time, One More Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tvos4SDJacU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More Time, One More Chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masayoshi Yamazaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How much more do I have to lose, before my heart is forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;How many more pains do I have to suffer, to meet you once again?&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh seasons, fade not&lt;br /&gt;One more time, when we were messing around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever we disagreed, I would always give in first&lt;br /&gt;Your selfish nature made me love you even more&lt;br /&gt;One more chance, the memories restrain my steps&lt;br /&gt;One more chance, I cannot choose my next destination&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite platform, in the windows along the lane&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If my wish were to come true, I would be at your side right away&lt;br /&gt;There would be nothing I couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I would put everything on the line and hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I just wanted to avoid loneliness, anybody would have been enough.&lt;br /&gt;Because the night looks like the stars will fall, I cannot lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh seasons, fade not.&lt;br /&gt;One more time, when we were messing around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At a street crossing, in the midst of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If a miracle were to happen here, I would show you right away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new morning, who I'll be from now on&lt;br /&gt;And the words I never said: "I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The memories of summer are revolving&lt;br /&gt;The throbbing which suddenly disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At dawn on the streets, at Sakuragi-cho&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If my wish were to come true, I would be at your side right away&lt;br /&gt;There would be nothing I couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I would put everything on the line and hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always searching, for fragments of you to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At a traveller's store, in the corner of newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If a miracle were to happen here, I would show you right away&lt;br /&gt;The new morning, who I'll be from now on&lt;br /&gt;And the words I never said: "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always end up looking for your smile, to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At the railroad crossing, waiting for the express to pass&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn't be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If our lives could be repeated, I would be at your side every time&lt;br /&gt;I would want nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Besides you, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/5cm_per_second" target="blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 Centimeters Per Second&lt;br /&gt;(秒速５センチメートル, Byōsoku Go Senchimētoru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905421_3546.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905422_3774.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905423_3943.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905424_4133.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905428_815.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905429_1162.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905430_1345.jpg" width="300" /&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One More Time, One More Chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;山崎まさよし「秒速5センチメートル」SOTTE BOSSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxoOKgi4nCk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sottebosse.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.sottebosse.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-337696800752059619?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/337696800752059619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=337696800752059619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/337696800752059619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/337696800752059619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-time-one-more-chance.html' title='One More Time, One More Chance'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-2398098109125753101</id><published>2007-02-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:22:30.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Unceasingly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Christmas play draft outline that I wrote in year 2004 based on that year's Christmas play entitled "A Fall Out Christmas" written by the JIC Youth members. The settings and the story overtone are lifted from there and incorporated to this draft that I have reworked. I've concentrated on creating key persons with sufficient character development and added just enough human emotion interactions to the story. This draft didn't make it to the dialogue stages due to the time constraints. It's been shelfed for many years...just wondering if this story would ever be a good story. I guess would never know. Hope you enjoy the story. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : The weekend before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Place : Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother wrapping a christmas gift and writing a small christmas card.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The christmas gift is for a daughter, waiting for her at home. The mother slowly placing the gift in her handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : 2 days before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Place : A Main Public Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster happened...people walking around aimlessly and dazed. People were mourning and crying. The people are covered with dust and debris. Parents in tears looking for their children.People are at lost and confused, some are hurt and bleeding. Some are limping, some are carried around, people on the ground shouting for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : 1 Year Later...one day before Christmas...as the world in a dire straits from the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Place : A makeshift kids' playground at a dumpster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl alone playing by herself. Other kids were teasing her and making fun of her.But the little girl doesn't seem to be bother by it. Her father came and quickly shooed the other kids away, he quickly carried her daughter away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : Couple of hours later&lt;br /&gt;Place : A shelter for the father and the litle girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father talking to the little girl. Asking her, why she let those kids making fun of her.Little girl said she doesn't mind, the other kid don't mean what they said. She remembers mommy always telling her to be patient and forgiving. She said she misses mummy very much, her father motioned the same feelings. She started humming a "song" that her mommy used sang to her, whenever she was sad. The father quickly suggested that the little girl must hungry by now. He will go out and try to salvage some food for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : Later that night&lt;br /&gt;Place : Behind some alley ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was looking through some dumpster, hoping for some food or things to exchange for food. He bumped into some people, they recognized him. They all started mocking him, saying that he used to be a preacher. Preaching about Christ, Hope and GOD, but look at him how...a beggar. Asking him, where is his GOD now? What has his God done for the people? Lies and deceptions, all are mere words of men. The group gather around him, saying that he once knows all the answers. Demanding he for an explanation of what has been happened to the world. He quickly pushed them aside and started running away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : Moments Later&lt;br /&gt;Place : Further down at another alley way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was running and stumbling along the way. Confused and scared...but at the same time angry with himself...and with GOD. He finally coming to a halt from running, resting on a pile of garbage. As he was trying to calm himself down, he saw sometime familiar in the garbage. A handband, somewhat like the one that his wife used to have. He opened it and to his disbelief to find his wife's belongings in it. He found a wrapped gift with a card and his daughter's name on it. He quickly pick himself up and rush back to the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : Minutes Later (Christmas Morning)&lt;br /&gt;Place : Back at the shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father found the daughter and quickly gave her the christmas present. Asking her to opening it, She opened the card. It was a card from a mommy, with message for her dearest daughter. Talking about Christmas, God and baby Jesus... about hope, life and love. How much mommy and daddy loves her and committed her to the Lord. Praying that her little girl will always be safe and loved. Tears were rolling down their faces, as they opened the gift. A bible and a bookmark, indicating at a these verses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- The End ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-2398098109125753101?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/2398098109125753101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=2398098109125753101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/2398098109125753101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/2398098109125753101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-unceasingly.html' title='Love Unceasingly'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-2681716573960412261</id><published>2007-02-20T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:23:51.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was surfing around and stumbled upon this movie trailer "Starter For 10" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/picturehouse/starterfor10/trailer/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/picturehouse/starterfor10/trailer/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a dialogue in the trailer that says this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The people who really care about you don't mind if you make mistakes, it's what you do next that matters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...just pondering upon these words at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't realized that this was my first entry to this blog for this year.&lt;br /&gt;Guessed i'm not been much of a writer lately.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... have yourself a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-2681716573960412261?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/2681716573960412261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=2681716573960412261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/2681716573960412261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/2681716573960412261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-mind.html' title='Don&apos;t Mind'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-116573646180230997</id><published>2006-12-10T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:52:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the year 1997,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well into my second year in college education I was the only person in my class that is using a typewriter for my assignments and reports. The machine that goes "Ding!" when typing is nearing the edge of the A4 paper. There’s no undo, no copy and paste, what you type is what you’re going get.. I needed a PC for my college projects and assignments. Finally took up the courage and ask my parents to buy me a PC. Through a mutual friend of the family, my parents brought my first PC. I didn’t know that a PC cost so much those days, I felt so terribly ripped off as I look back at the money that my parents spend on the PC. Pentium MMX 233, 32RAM, 2 GIG HD. Plus the remaining peripherals, it cost over RM 5,000!!!. This was my first encounter with the IT world, each phone call to ask the vendor come over to fix whatever I might or might not have done to PC that causes it crashed and become unusable, it’s RM80 per visit!!!. After a while I suspected they didn’t do a good job in repairing my PC. I decided to learn up myself how to reformat PC, install Windows Operating System and do up all the necessary settings without engaging the vendor’s services. It was after that I finally got a PC to do what I do want to do with a peace of mind. Then C drive was named “Angela” for a good number of years for its angelic nature minus the usual crashed and “DISK BOOT NOT FOUND” disclaimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The year was 2001.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchase my first PC on my own with the salary that I have saved up for a while now. Intel Pentium III 1Ghz with the mere 256RAM and 30Gig Hardisk with 32MB Ge-Force Graphics Card with a 17” NEC monitor. All in all, it cost less than RM 3,000. This PC was brought thru a colleague of mine then. He was the IT support for the company. I approached him and ask of his assistance in purchasing a PC for me. He asks of my budget and recommended specs based on the budget. He later brought all the individual parts required and got me involved in assembling the PC together. I must say, I indeed learn a lot from him in the hardware stuffs. There’s still so many things I can’t grasp when it comes to these IT stuffs. Few more years down the road I have periodically upgrade my PC, with a CD-Writer, more Hardisk Space, more memory and other small upgrades. “Angela” was still around then, I manage to “hooked” these 2 up and have my own network in my small little room with a crossed cable. “Angela” was given away couple of years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of yesterday 9th December 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This PC will will longer be in my possession. I will be passing this computer down to my friend for his office usage to do application testing and other development work for his company. After more than 5 years of using this wonderful PC, countless late nights doing projects and good works has been done on it, I’m a bit sad to be departing from this good PC that has been of good service to me. I hope that this PC will continue to serve the next owner as good as it has served me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Angela II”&lt;br /&gt;Intel Pentium III Ghz&lt;br /&gt;40Gig &amp;amp; 80 Gig Maxtor HD&lt;br /&gt;Gigabyte Motherboard System 100Mhz&lt;br /&gt;768 SD PC133 RAM&lt;br /&gt;Nividia Graphics Card with 64RAM&lt;br /&gt;LG DVD ROM&lt;br /&gt;LiteOn 8X DVD Writer&lt;br /&gt;Sony Floppy Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Equipments that will be left behind&lt;br /&gt;17" Philips Flat Screen Monitor&lt;br /&gt;Dell Speaker 2.1 with sub woofer&lt;br /&gt;IDE 80G Maxtor Hardisk&lt;br /&gt;USB Genius Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;USB A4Tech wireless Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Epson Stylus C67 Printer&lt;br /&gt;Canon Scanner FB1210U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now currently on the 10th December 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this all on a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;With the current specifications below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel Core 2 Duo 1.86 GHz&lt;br /&gt;System Bus 1066 Mhz&lt;br /&gt;L2 Cache Memory 2 MB&lt;br /&gt;Intel DP965LT Desktop Board&lt;br /&gt;ATI Asus Extreme AX550 256MB DDR&lt;br /&gt;1MB DDR2 RAM&lt;br /&gt;SATA 160G Maxtor Hardisk&lt;br /&gt;LG 18X Super Multi DVD Rewriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipments that’s been incorporated&lt;br /&gt;17" Philips Flat Screen Monitor&lt;br /&gt;Dell Speaker 2.1 with sub woofer&lt;br /&gt;IDE 80G Maxtor Hardisk&lt;br /&gt;USB Genius Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;USB A4Tech wireless Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Epson Stylus C67 Printer&lt;br /&gt;Canon Scanner FB1210U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus latest additional to the family&lt;br /&gt;iPod Nano 1 Gig – Black Color.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came early this year for me.&lt;br /&gt;The new CPU costs RM 2100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-116573646180230997?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/116573646180230997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=116573646180230997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/116573646180230997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/116573646180230997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/12/pcs.html' title='PCs'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115727562613618953</id><published>2006-09-03T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:49:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ordinary People" - John Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/TiomanIsland/wflai78/blog/john_legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905343_4661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ordinary People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJlkaVYBJ94" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music Video "Ordinary People"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl Im in love with you&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;Past the infatuation phase&lt;br /&gt;Right in the thick of love&lt;br /&gt;At times we get sick of love&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we argue everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I misbehaved&lt;br /&gt;And you made your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And we both still got room left to grow&lt;br /&gt;And though love sometimes hurts&lt;br /&gt;I still put you first&lt;br /&gt;And we'll make this thing work&lt;br /&gt;But I think we should take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a movie no&lt;br /&gt;No fairy tale conclusion ya'll&lt;br /&gt;It gets more confusing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;Then we head back to hell again&lt;br /&gt;We kiss and we make up on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang up you call&lt;br /&gt;We rise and we fall&lt;br /&gt;And we feel like just walking away&lt;br /&gt;As our love advances&lt;br /&gt;We take second chances&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I Still want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll live and learn&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll return&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another fight,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won't survive&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we'll grow&lt;br /&gt;We never know baby you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go(hey)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (hey)&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115727562613618953?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115727562613618953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115727562613618953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115727562613618953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115727562613618953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/09/ordinary-people-john-legend.html' title='&quot;Ordinary People&quot; - John Legend'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115700347755005452</id><published>2006-08-31T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:03:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day "Dismayed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dismay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis·may [ diss máy ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;transitive verb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(past and past participle dis·mayed, present participle dis·may·ing, 3rd person present singular dis·mays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;discourage somebody&lt;/strong&gt;: to cause somebody to feel discouraged or disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;alarm somebody&lt;/strong&gt;: to fill somebody with alarm, apprehension, or distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;feeling of discouragement&lt;/strong&gt;: a feeling of hopelessness, disappointment, or discouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; loss of courage&lt;/strong&gt;: a sudden loss of courage or confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14th century. &lt; assumed Anglo-Norman desmaiier]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dis·may·ing·ly adverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source taken from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_1861605266/dismay.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_1861605266/dismay.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115700347755005452?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115700347755005452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115700347755005452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115700347755005452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115700347755005452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/08/word-of-day-dismayed.html' title='Word of the day &quot;Dismayed&quot;'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115556669458232182</id><published>2006-08-14T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:09:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After All These Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly... I would like to thank vteck for his discovery of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.airtightinteractive.com/simpleviewer/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple Viewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, for this has enabled me finally to publish something online that I can called my own. After years of publishing " N o t h i n g | H e r e " a site that is practically '&lt;em&gt;nothing there' &lt;/em&gt;which I shamelessly boast about it's fastest loading page speed and it's highly conceptual design approached. Each person that I have shown my site to have came back with much angst lashed at me for my so called "Highly Conceptual " site approached, but their genuine concern of my online presence has been deeply moved me to unceasingly procastinate any web development on this site. Largely due to my own laziness actually, but I really enjoy looking at the reaction after a person have been at my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially you can find the link to that site on the right portion on this blog named "Don't Click" on the top of the links section. Now as you can see it's been replace with "&lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/tiomanisland/wflai78/" target="blank"&gt;Something To Click&lt;/a&gt;". Instead of the infamous " N o t h i n g | H e r e " it is now replace with " &lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/tiomanisland/wflai78/" target="blank"&gt;S o m e t h i n g | H e r e&lt;/a&gt; ". It's nothing great or wonderful that I shout or boast about. In this site, it consist of a small collection of photographs that I have taken during my college years. Using my Canon EOS500 SLR camera with a standard 35-75mm lens and Kodak T-Max 400 (black &amp;amp; white film). Anyway, hope you guys can drop me some comments on the photographs that I have taken in year 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115556669458232182?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115556669458232182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115556669458232182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115556669458232182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115556669458232182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-all-these-years_14.html' title='After All These Years...'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115537719021976494</id><published>2006-08-12T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:50:43.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Krall - Live In Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/TiomanIsland/wflai78/blog/diana_krall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905342_4495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My current music playlist is from Diana Krall's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dianakrall.com/music1.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live In Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" album. This is a live recording of Diana Krall's performance in Paris Olympia Theatre in December 2001. This album won "Grammy Award for Best Jazz Vocal Album" in the year 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diana Krall's rendition of Billy Joel's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Just The Way You Are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't go changing, try and please me&lt;br /&gt;You never let me down before&lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine you're too familiar&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would not leave you in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far&lt;br /&gt;I took the good times, I'll take the bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion&lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair&lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be&lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew&lt;br /&gt;What will it take till you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and that's forever&lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart&lt;br /&gt;I could not love you any better&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115537719021976494?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115537719021976494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115537719021976494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115537719021976494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115537719021976494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/08/diana-krall-live-in-paris.html' title='Diana Krall - Live In Paris'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115504994719195577</id><published>2006-08-08T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:50:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Aki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://planet.time.net.my/TiomanIsland/wflai78/blog/a_aki_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v345/238/41/639276232/n639276232_1905340_4281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm currently listening to "Angela Aki - Home" official website &lt;a href="http://www.angela-aki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.angela-aki.com/&lt;/a&gt; but its in japanese or you prefer in english at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Aki" target="_blank"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. First time heard her song was in "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood+" target="_blank"&gt;Blood+&lt;/a&gt;" a japanese anime series featured as the ending theme song [This Love] in episode 26. Managed to find her music videos at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pM3HcfN50Q" target="_blank"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; . I guess I will be listening to her album for quite a while, her last song on the "Home" album really sounds like &lt;a href="http://www.sarahmclachlan.com"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The only english song in the album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Angela Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes, wake up my love&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm I am speaking of&lt;br /&gt;Empty and cold I am torn apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You enter the beats back in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have arrived much too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting for you to enter my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could be your love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could be your love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lie awake, this moonless night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing our timing isn't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shadows of dreams cast from my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without your light I'll never be whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have arrived much too soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting for you to enter my room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could be your love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This could be your love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115504994719195577?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115504994719195577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115504994719195577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115504994719195577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115504994719195577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/08/angela-aki.html' title='Angela Aki'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115181612953798596</id><published>2006-07-02T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:57:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup... i got sick, again. This time threw up despite there was no food in my tummy. The last meal i had was 13 hours ago. Hate throwing-up with an empty stomach. Decided to go to the clinic after the 3 intimate sessions hugging my toilet bowl. By some odd coincidence, all the clinics at the place where I stay were all closed. I passed by at least 4 clinics at my housing area, all closed. I have no choice but to travel out from my housing area to another garden to see if there another clinic that is open at this hour (it was nearing 12 am). Finally found one, see the doc and told him about my condition. He gave me some medicine for my vomiting. tummy gastric and suspected "wind" in my tummy. Went on home, took the medicine and had half a slice of bread. Sat down and watch tv, after couple of minutes. I had my face looking down the toilet bowl again, threw-up all the bread that I took eariler and some medicine as well. Took another pill for the vomiting from the doctor. Crashed down at the living room with the TV still on. Slept there for a while before a sms woke me up, England lost to Portugal... whoa! dozed of a little while before I drag myself to my bedroom and slept till the next morning. Ain't feeling that great, but sure feels better than vomiting water. Hope that my system gets better at the end of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115181612953798596?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115181612953798596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115181612953798596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115181612953798596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115181612953798596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/07/fallen-part-ii.html' title='Fallen Part II'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-115059806633442466</id><published>2006-06-18T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:50:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday morning after breakfast, an uneasy feeling came upon me. It was like those feeling that one is about to fall sick, body starting to feel weary and lethargic. Purged one before lunch time, then twice after that. Tempted to take the rest of the day off from work, but managed to stay on until end of the day. Drove home quickly and went to bed straight away, the time was 7.15pm. Thoughout the night, I can feel my temperature rising and things got more uncomfortable. Fever finally came and stayed on for a while, it brings back memories of the time where I got dengue. Starting to have some sort of difficulties breathing, so I was conscious to breathe in and out. I'm not sure whether I was dreaming or deep in thoughts, it seems that I was engrossed about figuring something out. Needing "6 clues" to unlock some "hidden information", feels like it took me a while to finally figured it out. After the "6 clues" were uncovered, another "6 clues" were needed to proceed on. This time was much easier, and one final answer was revealed. Look through back all the clues were discovered and the final answer, arrange all these information in a certain sequence and de-code it in using the last piece of information. Then all the clues fall into place and one final revelation was revealed. If I'm not mistaken it was the same time I fell the fever left me. At last I rest well in my sleep throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up at 8am, feeling discomfort over my chest. It's more like those muscles strained after a long tiresome exercise. Got out of bed, head to the shower and get myself cleaned up. Ate some bread and watched some television, hoping to get my body system up and running. Drank a cup of vitamin C soluable, should have drank this much earlier on. The muscles strain over my body persist, so I decided to go the clinic to get some professional help. The doc gave me some painkillers, muscle relaxant and hydrated drink. By noon time, I ate some bread and took the medicines, head right on to bed. As expected, the muscles ache causing my rest a bit uncomfortable. Finally the medicine kicked in, I fell asleep not long after. Well rested and woke up at 6pm. Feeling much better and able to move around easily without any sort of hint of uneasiness. This is one of my most quickest time to recovered from any sickness as far as I can remember. Just glad to be back on my feet again, I'm still pondering about the "dreams" that I was having during the feverish night. Begining to lost the vivid memory of it as days goes by. Hope to stay healty and remember how great it is to be healthy than reminisce about it on the sick bed. Therefore go be healthy and stay healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-115059806633442466?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/115059806633442466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=115059806633442466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115059806633442466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/115059806633442466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/06/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-114961619435296512</id><published>2006-06-07T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:49:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle in a haysack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was bored... so I decided to watch some TV before I get some Zzzzz. Channel surfing for a while until I decided to watch "Third Watch" on TV3. (for more info click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Watch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;). The show was okay and at the ending a song played capturing the emotions of the characters have gone through in this particular episode. I have heard this song before, but I don't know the song or the singer's name. After the show, I logged onto the net and start searching for it by googling some keywords "third watch"+"soundtrack"+"ending"+"songs"...and various words. Finally found a site that titled "Music from Third Watch", but this series been around since 1999-2005. There's at least 2 pages of songs that was featured thoughout the series. Look at the list of songs that includes information about each episode that featured a song, I know the song is there somewhere. Looked through the songs, and found a song title "No One At All" by Firehouse. Quickly search for the song and downloaded it, to my dismay it wasn't the song I was looking for. There must be a way to narrow down my search, then it came to me that I have watched it on TV3. I proceed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv3.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.tv3.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; and check on the TV schedule, not sure what I will find. I manage to get episode title "Third Watch : Sins Of The Father " with short synosis. This is great! I search the title of the episode in the list of songs and I found it. A title that matched and below it, was a song titled "One Thing" by Finger Eleven... I'm listening to the song now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Restless tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I wasted the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between both these times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I drew a really thin line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s nothing I planned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not that I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you should be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I traded it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I gave it all away for one thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for one thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I sorted it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew all about this one thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t that be something&lt;br /&gt;I promise I might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not walk on by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe next time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I guess I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hate how it sounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-114961619435296512?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/114961619435296512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=114961619435296512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/114961619435296512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/114961619435296512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/06/needle-in-haysack_114961619435296512.html' title='Needle in a haysack'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-114951544158688855</id><published>2006-06-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:13:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When there's a will...there's a way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My handphone has a built in 42Mb memory... just enough for 6 mp3s. Yes, I occasionally listen to songs using my phone while driving to work. "Why?" you asked...it's because I'm too poor/lazy to buy a cd player for my car...and my car is a "unique" car (those who have sat in it will know why). Besides that, the usual radio stations DJ talks too much during the peaked traffic hours. Plus the very stressful experience driving with so many countless reckless drivers on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me being me, unsatisfied with the memory limitations, I begin to wondered if there's another way to fit in more songs. Lo and behold... the secret to more songs in my handphone for my listening pleasure while driving to work....is "BITRATE" MUAHAHAHA.. so simple... it's been right in front of me all this while. The usual audio cd conversion to mp3 is 128kbps (kilo bits per second) or above for more superior and clearer quality. Hence, more data means larger file size. Using my most loved music player iTunes (I did the conversion using a PC). I change the mp3 importing settings to 96kbps...and VOILA!!!...6 songs that takes up 40 over mb...now only for 20 over mb!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That brings you to more songs. The quality of sound of course depreciates due to the lesser data file size, but when you are listening using a handphone, you can't really tell the difference. It still delivered a reasonable good quality stereo sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya...ya..I can hear you all saying... "you're nuts.!!" maybe i am...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;But there's a good moral lesson to my story...&lt;br /&gt;"When there's a will... there's a way"&lt;br /&gt;or there's a chinese saying "yeh hai sei geh.. yan hai sang geh"&lt;br /&gt;(direct translation "things are dead... people are alive") p(^_^)q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my technological breakthrough of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-114951544158688855?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/114951544158688855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=114951544158688855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/114951544158688855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14247963/posts/default/114951544158688855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-theres-willtheres-way.html' title='When there&apos;s a will...there&apos;s a way.'/><author><name>chumk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00729650741985881593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-114941251953350473</id><published>2006-06-04T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:15:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess it's been a long time since i actually write anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;so many things that have happened just in the span of a year's time.&lt;br /&gt;so many ups and down, but mostly down...&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for all friends that have come my away and lifted me up.&lt;br /&gt;surprised how far i have come and just glad that i have made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;often wondered what's in-stored in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;let's just take one step at a time, and see what comes next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-114941251953350473?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/114941251953350473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6i96kLfe2fE/SPiXeCVRliI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_rFPz6k244/s1600-R/n639276232_1905341_4405.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14247963.post-112066864621808626</id><published>2005-07-07T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:50:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thbbmmphhtt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14247963-112066864621808626?l=chumk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumk.blogspot.com/feeds/112066864621808626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14247963&amp;postID=112066864621808626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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