<?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-12720448</id><updated>2012-01-26T11:00:23.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Profound Logic}</title><subtitle type='html'>Look for the silver lining</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-6828985779901571847</id><published>2010-10-20T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:57:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Prof Logic, finally I logged into thy page</title><content type='html'>Posting just since i've logged into blogger@gmail... Dear journal, i am grateful for this page. Reading some of these entries brought back so much memories. And I deeply missed this ranter who was capable of a little bit more creativity then than today. Drank a few more cups of coffee than i normally do in the past 2 days, due to all-day-long coffee facility at the training centre... need to cut down on sugar in the next few days and detoxify from all the eating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-6828985779901571847?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6828985779901571847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=6828985779901571847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6828985779901571847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6828985779901571847'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5343179305096760629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-song.html' title='i love this song :))'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-1662221267619403221</id><published>2008-05-01T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:08:33.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOt7wrkRB2s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOt7wrkRB2s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will pen down some of my thoughts later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-1662221267619403221?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1662221267619403221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=1662221267619403221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1662221267619403221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1662221267619403221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-pen-down-some-of-my-thoughts-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-1296157007249193245</id><published>2008-04-15T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:34:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Training for conversion, well, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday was a most productive day - bought so much of (useful and worth for money) stuff in under 2 hours. This is probably a direct result of being constantly having to convert pounds to &lt;em&gt;ringgit&lt;/em&gt; over the past 2 weeks and &lt;em&gt;visualising&lt;/em&gt; an increasingly large (imaginary but not necessarily) hole in the bank account, which has probably turned into a "being-deprived-of-buying-syndrome" and hence translated into a buying spree over the weekend! I hope I get my diagnosis correct and that this is a one time thing, or else this might turn into expenses&gt;income which translates into a deficit position and in the long run..... living a broke life. And that would be a pathetic and sad one indeed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One possible remedy? Get a job which pays in the currency one &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to shopping in. I'm so amazed with my brilliance. Speechless, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going for trainings, which as much as one enjoys being away from the bustle of work, will result in being fed so often in between meals (like morning tea and afternoon tea) which is really damaging to inner well-being (laugh-out-loud). Especially for certain people who has recently come to &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; how exercise does not excuse bingeing and being careless about things that one decide to digest. Which translates into a situation with totally sucks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that note, it seemed that I, personally, respond better to oats (different people will respond differently though, i.e not feel hungry longer, like some people respond better to wholegrain). Am currently trying out Weetbix (a wholegrain breakfast which is the only &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; cereal found over here.. good cereal meaning highest in energy, fibre and lowest in fat per serving) which I found out after having &lt;em&gt;regular&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;prudential consultations&lt;/em&gt; with a would-be doctor and avid readers digest reader of that one copy she has over there. :P I had some success of skipping lunch, where only some discipline is required which speaks plenty! Which is why I've managed to persuade &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to cart boxes of Marks&amp;amp;Spencer triple choc crunch when she comes back for the summer break. Feel so ripped off after buying certain &lt;em&gt;body-detergents&lt;/em&gt; from them at RM20 each when I hear retails at only 1 pound over there! They probably don't have it here anyway&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sleep better wearing socks, even over here in hot Malaysia. Try it but don't blame me if you can't wake up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-1296157007249193245?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1296157007249193245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=1296157007249193245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1296157007249193245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1296157007249193245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-of-some-importance-sunday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-7296906038552581445</id><published>2008-04-13T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:18:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know you're addicted to facebook when......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You hear the priest saying this at communion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"He &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;poked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the cup, gave it to His disciples and say......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Man, I crack myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s I'm NOT addicted to facebook, at least I don't think I am, just need to leave my ears in the washing machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-7296906038552581445?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7296906038552581445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=7296906038552581445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7296906038552581445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7296906038552581445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-youre-addicted-to-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-333748171541811391</id><published>2008-04-10T04:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:32:10.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R_0ym3MukCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gwXWhqvVAFQ/s1600-h/SP_A0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A revelation nonetheless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have recently came to &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; about what the writers meant in the Emily Rose movie &lt;em&gt;(end scene: she met Mother Mary in the fields)&lt;/em&gt; about the reason that she didn't want to go with her (i.e Mother Mary) at that very moment, hence choosing to go back to her inhospitable, dire-state body. It has somewhat been a puzzler to me what they meant by "Through you, others may come to know...and that demons exist." It was so that she could &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt; that letter that Fr Moore read out in his personal testament. Which is such a simple reason. Yeah, laugh-out-loud. Now tho, I'm wondering how could she even hold a pen to write with her then horribly scratched up fingernails. It would have been excruciating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Such a revelation to me tho when I watched the movie again with Ivy. Righto, blur me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Writing this from a jet-lagging effect if you've noticed the insane hour when this piece was conceived. I've originally woken up at 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-333748171541811391?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/333748171541811391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=333748171541811391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/333748171541811391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/333748171541811391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-currently-realised-what-writers.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-2592660816284765380</id><published>2008-03-10T14:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:38:06.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9TcKyq1PyI/AAAAAAAAADY/kLk1V-GEH8c/s1600-h/baby-feet-pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176003949713768226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9TcKyq1PyI/AAAAAAAAADY/kLk1V-GEH8c/s200/baby-feet-pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These tiny feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What a relief it was&lt;br /&gt;Especially to those who are under constant anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Now the tension in the room has been broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cry of innocence, so heavenly and majestic&lt;br /&gt;Was it from the first time you saw the blinding light in the OT?&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact you have been torn from the cozy refuge which has been your home for close to 9 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin so soft and frail&lt;br /&gt;Softer than any texture that I've set my hands on&lt;br /&gt;Was afraid I might tear your tissues or uncompleted muscle formation using my coarse hands&lt;br /&gt;Your bones are still in dire need of calcium&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment, I can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;How some of us can choose to abort such frailty in that moment of weakness&lt;br /&gt;Using tools which can only be categorised as inhumane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to wonder how it is like to be a newborn&lt;br /&gt;New and fresh to a world&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain.. whether the journey will be a wonderful and worthwhile one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-2592660816284765380?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2592660816284765380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=2592660816284765380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2592660816284765380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2592660816284765380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-tiny-feet-it-let-out-cry-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9TcKyq1PyI/AAAAAAAAADY/kLk1V-GEH8c/s72-c/baby-feet-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-308451582714072301</id><published>2008-03-08T19:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:38:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9KNpSq1PwI/AAAAAAAAADI/DQ_X1sN0Wjc/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175354662327762690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9KNpSq1PwI/AAAAAAAAADI/DQ_X1sN0Wjc/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vote: casted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It is the 12th General Election today!&lt;br /&gt;How exciting, my very first time!&lt;br /&gt;Managed to grab a pen after receiving an sms to do so&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine why they should want us to vote with pencils&lt;br /&gt;Another conspiracy like the indelible ink? Come one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at 10am&lt;br /&gt;Weather was dreadfully hot and sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What a relief it is to own a pair of shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The heat and brightness made me feel rather spirited, and echoed a ray of hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream man would have made loads of &lt;em&gt;ringgit&lt;/em&gt; in this heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But remembered those who flood the voting centers are not children, who fancies ice-cream too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Plus, he probably needed to vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Arrived at the school&lt;br /&gt;The premise was rather quiet, it was strange&lt;br /&gt;Made my way to 'stream 5' which was a classroom consisting of roughly 8 agents&lt;br /&gt;A policeman was guarding at the exit door&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked sullen and dreamy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did someone died? hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little dreamy myself, and rather blur from the sullen-ness&lt;br /&gt;The guy sitting at the corner entrance checked my IC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;He called my name&lt;br /&gt;Out loud for everyone to hear&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a criminal with a serial number attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;After crossing my choices, I placed them into the 2 boxes respectively&lt;br /&gt;And strolled out into the open air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Vote casted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;As much as I felt a milestone has been achieved in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can't help but feel... was that experience really exciting?&lt;br /&gt;I've always envisioned voting day to be noisier than this&lt;br /&gt;People strewn along the corridors and feeding each other with the latest political development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, maybe it was just the center I was allocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;May the results reflect the level of maturity of this nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-308451582714072301?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/308451582714072301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=308451582714072301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/308451582714072301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/308451582714072301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-today-sunny-and-hopeful-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9KNpSq1PwI/AAAAAAAAADI/DQ_X1sN0Wjc/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-8038421626489091366</id><published>2008-03-03T00:18:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:32:10.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R9VTEiq1P4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MUMdE-JKGHQ/s1600-h/Tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The daydreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was slightly drafty after a little rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i took my little set of tools for a little dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;an urban archaelogist, me, in no way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as i gently claw into the damp soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i sprinkled some seeds onto the little void i've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;earlier have gotten them off a flee-market, showcased on the owner's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;wheelbarrow-such pretty poignant coloured-petals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm such a fool for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;rs&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;high hopes i have on those seeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind wandered abit to yesteryear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he was someone i hardly knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he was brilliant and charming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and we have the best conversations about nothing-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like Meg Ryan would say, all this 'nothings have meant so much to me than so many somethings'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;isn't it weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can only dream of the day when i can express how he has stayed in my mind all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how i wished it hasn't been more than 10 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i guess first love dies hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how i wish it would!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wished i could move on..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a neighbour was strolling along with her child in a mini tricycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i looked up, severed from my train of thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;maybe it was the gentle cluttering from the contact between its wheels and the gravel path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the little girl gave me a generous smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it instantly brought a glow in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i beamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i covered the depression where the seeds now reside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the high hopes i have previously i remembered instantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;decided to go for a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;grabbed a basket to pick strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hopefully Mr Grey is home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a beautiful spring day it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as i continued to dream my little dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-8038421626489091366?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8038421626489091366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=8038421626489091366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/8038421626489091366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/8038421626489091366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/03/daydreamer-it-was-slightly-drafty-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-3021576834686819623</id><published>2008-02-17T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:56:50.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, if you're OIAM followers, here is a little bit of juicy info for you. Contrast both the following videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By current OIAM would-be finalist, Shila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFQvjemoLyM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFQvjemoLyM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following video is by a random chinese singer, dunno what competition and from where (never bothered to find out), randomly stumbled upon it on YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq5C6CBsIjk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sq5C6CBsIjk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contigo En La Distancia" - a really old spanish song which has been resung by Christina Aguilera. There is hardly any similarities between any of the old versions and Christina's. So it's quite obvious that Shila has made a little copyright infringement here. Well, maybe not legal infringement, but this is a competition where you are competing for a million bucks based on your originality! Hello! I'm deeply troubled. And I was really rooting for her after that song. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-3021576834686819623?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3021576834686819623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=3021576834686819623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/3021576834686819623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/3021576834686819623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-changed-my-mind-shila-rawks-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-2782429140599433849</id><published>2008-02-14T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:36:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool i'm pretty smart. 8-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/ref.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="StupidTester.com says I'm 10% Stupid! 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I love my car! I love the pillows and fluffy toys that make it so comfortable. HAHA. And grateful that I don't have to wait for public transport, or walk in the rain, and that I can go anywhere I want! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;-Unlocking my room when I come home from work to find everything that is mine and me! My pillow..blanket..clothes..bags..laptop..all mine! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to "Endless Love" with my eyes closed, daydreaming... which is totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think this is a rather weird post? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-6683808097438976941?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6683808097438976941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=6683808097438976941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6683808097438976941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6683808097438976941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favourite-feelings-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-2773350744315863670</id><published>2008-02-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:26:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayu rawks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqVKvkzFrEQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqVKvkzFrEQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-2773350744315863670?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2773350744315863670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=2773350744315863670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2773350744315863670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2773350744315863670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2008/02/ayu-rawks.html' title='Ayu rawks...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-2473667349792817596</id><published>2007-12-12T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:08:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irene’s Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>-&lt;del&gt;Music box&lt;/del&gt; got a box from dad.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cosmetics (except lipstick/lipgloss/lip-stuff, nailpolish, Bodyshop)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;del&gt;Hairbrush&lt;/del&gt; bought myself.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;del&gt;Bathrobe&lt;/del&gt; don't see the need for it now..in a tropical climate like this, lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Snazzy shaped house phone&lt;br /&gt;-"House Arrest" VCD/DVD (been searching forever...)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;del&gt;Huge huggable soft-toy (cat/dog/teddy... no doraemon, genuine cats only... not one afraid of mice. hehehe)&lt;/del&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R24S9tFI7zI/AAAAAAAAABE/KskU4DC0034/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147072275413528370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R24S9tFI7zI/AAAAAAAAABE/KskU4DC0034/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tennis skirt&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;del&gt;Alarm clock&lt;/del&gt; scratch that!!! don't need it after much thought.. &gt;.&lt; -Digicam with tripod&lt;br /&gt;-Smart Money board game (available in MPH)&lt;br /&gt;-Air ticket to London (round trip, no one way... =_=")&lt;br /&gt;-Donut pillow... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there... i updated :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~inspired by Iylia.. who unfortunately does not read this. haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted the lyrics to this 2 years ago, and now here's the music video... :) mayb in the next 2 years i will get up on a table and sing, live. LOL.. i shall not frighten ppl off with such an idea. &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFNiHVedwAs&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/12720448-2473667349792817596?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2473667349792817596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=2473667349792817596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2473667349792817596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2473667349792817596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/12/irenes-christmas-wishlist.html' title='Irene’s Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R24S9tFI7zI/AAAAAAAAABE/KskU4DC0034/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-7198511337077742052</id><published>2007-11-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:18:56.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA!!! i like the human "meow" LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-7198511337077742052?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7198511337077742052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=7198511337077742052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7198511337077742052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7198511337077742052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahaha-i-like-human.html' title='HAHAHA!!! i like the human &quot;meow&quot; LOL'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-4564453739789871174</id><published>2007-10-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:51:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How good it must be to have this wish fulfilled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That dream, this dream, I have many, and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of them, all of them, all of them, he grants all of them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He grants them with his miraculous pocket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about flying freely in the sky?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure, Bamboo-Copter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, oh, oh - How i love you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doraemon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, oh, oh - How i love you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doraemon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: Don't you ever wonder what the lyrics mean while singing along to the Doraemon song? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-4564453739789871174?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4564453739789871174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=4564453739789871174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4564453739789871174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4564453739789871174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-good-it-must-be-to-have-this-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-1434771593126984580</id><published>2007-09-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:57:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a really strange dream yesterday..a bunch of us were stranded somewhere off the south china sea, after a shipwreck..at some small island, at the mercy of the steadily ascending tide..was pretty horrifying..we initially wanted to sit on logs or make a raft of some sort to paddle ourselves to kelantan/terengganu..which was actually really really far. imagine, just logs?! there was alot of us to sit on just logs or poorly constructed rafts due to lack of resources and skill, even. a majority finally decided against it, but everyone was getting panicked easily due to the tide which could wipe us all anytime then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember me and a friend decided to call someone at the coast (and amazingly there was a phone and a working line and in my dream, it was a really brilliant idea that dunno why noone has thought of..compared to the near 0% chance of survival idea if we were to pursue the first one) but unfortunately noone there at the coast believed to come and save us. even wanted to call the national head police but probably dunno the number. haah :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, we were exploring through the island (or was it one of the rooms in our ship) and found a library..lol. i remembered me and the same friend (really faceless to me now..) was looking through some law books, having a crash course which was probably the last thing you wanna do out here on a deserted island, trying to check whether we can outwit those police at the coast to believe us somehow. and i really dunno how does that link with reading law. then we had this brilliant idea to look for law students..coz we gave up with going through the law books, constantly with thoughts of death lingering close..really can't concentrate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a 3rd year, who we enquired whether she knows anyone more senior than her, alive and currently in the same predicament as us..and we finally found a couple of 5th years. all i remember of the conversation we had with the law student was something about if we were to call them (coastguards/police), they can be persecuted and to be held accountable for our deaths in the event such thing is realised. so we decided to call again and threaten them with our newfound knowledge..think it worked, coz the next scene was help being rendered pretty swiftly..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was that about? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woken up by the alarm @ 8.50am..darn..never knew what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i feel really liberated!! dunno why..maybe i'm finally away from something that i thought i'm over with, well, at least i AM over with, now..well, here's to new beginnings! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-1434771593126984580?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1434771593126984580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=1434771593126984580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1434771593126984580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9QwK5EHSmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a more tlc way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think in any event, cats and water don't mix. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-1030347247667341984?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-1017355952458304084</id><published>2007-09-19T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:32:29.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvWGnXkcaKI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvWGnXkcaKI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-1017355952458304084?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-4009298748804290005</id><published>2007-09-18T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:28:51.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Irene's tag request department...</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged u is?&lt;br /&gt;Clair&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ur relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Friends from church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions u have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;Easily tickled (not literally), observant, talkative, loves food, sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;Too 'cool', a little weird, sensible, quiet, very random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:&lt;br /&gt;Remembered that my ankle is still sprained eventhough I myself have half-forgotten about it&lt;br /&gt;Entertain me on msn when I'm so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a repeat? bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes ur lover, u will:&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM! Wake me up from this nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;How ya doing? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh......how come still haven't woken up?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't act too 'cool'....it's a little weird....chill more....smile more....&gt;confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:&lt;br /&gt;Be very sad...=(&lt;br /&gt;Steal all his pets at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's a repeat again! What a conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable thing u want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;If only Rain's heart can be purchased....HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I desire him to drive me around in his soon-to-be-new black MyVi. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ur overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Gossiper....source of news....can be newscaster with words shooting out 200wpm...&lt;br /&gt;A little weird and arrogant at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How u think ppl around u will feel about u:&lt;br /&gt;Shy and lanci, heartless? Bad listener....actually I'm not wei....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic that u love about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;Pretty inside and out =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The characteristic u hate about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;Shy and self-conscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person u want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;Someone confident and matured in speech and thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For ppl that care and like u, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring. You will be greatly rewarded..... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-4009298748804290005?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4009298748804290005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=4009298748804290005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4009298748804290005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4009298748804290005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-irenes-tag-request-department.html' title='From Irene&apos;s tag request department...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-6900315853422736421</id><published>2007-09-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:53:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rukx7TwcdQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/INNweNAOdTQ/s1600-h/1370537748_8f214dd13c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109670147214046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rukx7TwcdQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/INNweNAOdTQ/s400/1370537748_8f214dd13c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Always wanted to get one of these...it is INDEED, the greatest gift, for ME. Only RM400. Cheap what. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-6900315853422736421?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6900315853422736421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=6900315853422736421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6900315853422736421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6900315853422736421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/09/excellente.html' title='Excellente!'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rukx7TwcdQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/INNweNAOdTQ/s72-c/1370537748_8f214dd13c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-7217077689619705163</id><published>2007-09-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:45:21.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Merdeka, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8iSM8_VS5M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8iSM8_VS5M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-7217077689619705163?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7217077689619705163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=7217077689619705163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7217077689619705163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7217077689619705163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-belated-merdeka-malaysia.html' title='Happy Belated Merdeka, Malaysia'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-5691872929089649435</id><published>2007-08-29T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:10:21.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ratatouille - one word, scrumptuous! Just loved the animation, and Paris, o how lovely! lol...Movie makers should make more food-related movies...and take my advice, if you're gonna watch this show for the first time on the big screen (which I highly doubt anyone will be), buy some popcorn! My stomach was literally rumbling halfway through the show, made me repeatedly regret for not going in with the slightest bit of food!! (OR, just don't go in with an almost-empty stomach like I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love this kind of food show...hehe =P More food show!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious food..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RtRV8Hoj1WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5y3CdeMhsVg/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103798769047295330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RtRV8Hoj1WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5y3CdeMhsVg/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Example of food =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-5691872929089649435?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5691872929089649435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=5691872929089649435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5691872929089649435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5691872929089649435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/08/ratatouille-one-word-scrumptuous-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RtRV8Hoj1WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5y3CdeMhsVg/s72-c/IMG_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-7485103563894060819</id><published>2007-08-13T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:45:02.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I Both (Jason Mraz)</title><content type='html'>Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;Others only read of the love, the love that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words&lt;br /&gt;More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, no&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not so little you and I anymore, mmm...&lt;br /&gt;And with this silence brings a moral story&lt;br /&gt;More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally out of&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of&lt;br /&gt;Finally deedeedeedee&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, oh, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you have to go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;br /&gt;And if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;and others just read of and if you could see now&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally out of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally, finally, out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) my idea of singing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-7485103563894060819?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/7485103563894060819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=7485103563894060819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7485103563894060819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/7485103563894060819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-and-i-both-jason-mraz.html' title='You and I Both (Jason Mraz)'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-9183913234477680637</id><published>2007-08-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:08:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna say, the Ivy I know in Edinburgh is sOOOoo different from the one in KL...haha. (She's sOOoo gonna kill me for writing this) Well, let's see...she is so more responsible, know exactly where to get the cheapest milk, eggs, potatoes, etc, know how to put her cullinary skills to use, where to go, and so forth...apparently her reason was that she is not so &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; here to &lt;em&gt;roam&lt;/em&gt; as she pleases in KL, what with me coming home half dead after work, and ending up sleeping and not &lt;em&gt;layaning&lt;/em&gt; her as much. Excuses! haha. Come on, the reason I'm saying this is, I was really impressed by your maturity over there! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to update on certain things, (and after being chided by Joseph for not updating) I recently went to watch the Simpsons, and as it turned out, unexpectedly, that I liked it more than what I've expected. So, go, heed my advice, lol, and watch it as it's quite entertaining and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also unexpectedly, we accidentally bought the Harry Potter book (7th and last) twice. Reason being both me and Ivy AND dad was equally as &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; on the day it was out for sale. So now we have a second copy and I am looking for a buyer who would be willing to take it in exchange for RM80. Please let me know if you're interested, yes? Anyone at all...lol. Oh yea, it's the children's version. So very colourful one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally finished reading Pride and Prejudice, gosh, after reading 1-2 chapters a day for close to 2 months! Congrats to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've tendered from my current job and will start the new job next month. I hope it's a good decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Clair Leong! Happy birthday dear..congrats on turning 20. And, despite popular belief, I didn't forget! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-9183913234477680637?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/9183913234477680637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=9183913234477680637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/9183913234477680637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/9183913234477680637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-wanna-say-ivy-i-know-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-3246077081163361500</id><published>2007-06-24T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:49:29.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rn2GmE-VS1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BQfkkDlqD8/s1600-h/bced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079363943472122706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rn2GmE-VS1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BQfkkDlqD8/s400/bced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omg..Can't believe i found this long forgotten picture (from HOI yahoo webpage) of us taking part in bakat asayo 2004..i think i should be the 7th from the left. 7th! imagine that, my favourite number too. lol. We were singing "Knocking on the doors of heaven"..It's really funny reading the comments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we &lt;del&gt;came in last&lt;/del&gt; didn't win, (heh) that year was a most memorable one while in my first year (i believe) in Lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years already?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..this is what happens when you get jetlag..emo!!!!!!!!!!!!! why can't i sleep?! i really need to get some sleep or else i'll look like crap on Monday! i'll just go cry now. bleh bleh bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: can't believe i can't sleep till the sun and some birds are even up. now, i feel like the walking dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-3246077081163361500?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3246077081163361500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=3246077081163361500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/3246077081163361500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/3246077081163361500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rn2GmE-VS1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-BQfkkDlqD8/s72-c/bced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-4211089154556983004</id><published>2007-06-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:50:04.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calton Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rnz42E-VS0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgyJDzEZUTo/s1600-h/IMG_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079208087698885442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rnz42E-VS0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgyJDzEZUTo/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Presentation Seat Programme was set up by The Corporation of The City of Edinburgh after World War II. Sir William Y. Darling, the war-time Lord Provost, presented the first bench in memory of his uncle, Dr. Alexander Darling. It was placed on the South side of Princes Street opposite his shop at 124 Princes Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The example set by Sir William Darling was to encourage fellow shopkeepers and businesses to donate seats opposite their premises and a campaign was started "Seats for Citizens" to improve seating on Princes Street. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;source: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edinburgh.gov.uk/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.edinburgh.gov.uk/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful poem by the way. This was found at Calton Hill, on our second walk there. However, was somewhat tainted by a rather creepy guy wearing tight Nike spandex who made several rounds back to where we were. He was smiling creepily too, which has forced us to make haste. All this took place while we were walking towards that somewhat isolated corner, which we thought promised us with a little privacy and well, today, with its share of creepy looking fella. While we were making our way, I kept in sight a Border Collie bobbing about at the corner of my eye. My fascination with four legged furballs have yet to cease. As we turned the corner, we ran into &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Border Collie which was equally surprised. Why does it had to be at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; corner?! I was expecting it to bob out into view a little sooner than that, but &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;..... and you know poor me, who scares easily, let out a tiny squeal at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and took some shots of each other. And of course, of the panoramic view of the city from a high place. Lol. How many places you know in Malaysia have such space to for such breathtaking views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming around the hill, we saw a really huge pillared remain, &lt;em&gt;Edinburgh's Folly. &lt;/em&gt;According to my camwhoring buddy, &lt;em&gt;Edinburgers&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;obviously not what they call themselves&lt;/em&gt;) wanted to build something like the pantheon but halfway through due to obvious bad planning...they ran out of money. That's why its left there to remind the people of Edinburgh not to be so foolish. There was no feasible way to go up for the purpose of indulging in our camwhoring pleasures on those few slab of stones...saw some youngsters up there though, who &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; made it up. I could have made it up, since I'm rather tall myself, &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, or so I believed...unfortunately, I'm of a soul who needed much encouragement which was not fed to its justice by my other camwhoring buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; those youngsters weren't there to see me struggle my limbs, pathetically, onto what can only be known as a &lt;em&gt;folly&lt;/em&gt; slab of stone anyways. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-4211089154556983004?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4211089154556983004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=4211089154556983004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4211089154556983004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/4211089154556983004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/06/calton-hill.html' title='Calton Hill'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/Rnz42E-VS0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sgyJDzEZUTo/s72-c/IMG_2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-5791542876659537567</id><published>2007-06-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:18:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing that often amazes me about this city is how everyone looks like "ang mo's" despite how diverse they look. It's not in their hair or eye colour. You just recognise them as non-Asians. Like in their more protruding eyebrow, deeper eye sockets and sharper nose structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really windy day yesterday. About 9-10 degrees apparently. Must have layered myself with almost four layers including a shawl. Was walking along Princes Street when I saw a poor, obviously shivering dog out in the cold, holding a hat out with its teeth, begging for change, right in front of its owner, who was playing a guitar and harmonica. I felt very sad indeed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After braving abit of the chilly summer wind, we finally managed to catch a bus to Tesco, which was fairly far out from the city. Felt good to be on a bus ride that lasted more than 5 minutes, like the recent one we took to Penicuik where I saw a sign which read "Danger Troops Crossing" which I felt regretful for loudly pronouncing it as "hanger" with a "d" instead of its obviously correct pronunciation of "ranger" with a "d". I didn't catch what it meant then. Ivy's friend, Mei Chan, was laughing away so hilariously that I didn't know at first what has come to her. Thought she was easily amused like many of Ivy's friends who are quite so, each time I open my mouth. It's only on the way back when I again saw the sign that I realised my blurness, oh gosh, which resulted in another uproar from MC (and myself). If there were &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; people on board the second deck of the bus, they'd probably gonna think these are &lt;em&gt;Loony Asians&lt;/em&gt; high on, I dunno, &lt;em&gt;water?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were not many days where the sun blazed in its full summer spendour despite having been here for close to a month. According to sister, it was even exactly the wintery weather they normally experience, and this was just when we decided to buy a day (bus) ticket. This has resulted in the day ticket not quite utilised as to how I'd imagined we joy-riding in, since we felt (more like I) lethargic from the chilly and often &lt;em&gt;drowsy-on-the-eyes &lt;/em&gt;weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;trip&lt;/em&gt; to Tesco has resulted in me having to lug two more books back to KL; Life of Pi and Pride and Prejudice, besides another book I bought on &lt;em&gt;How to raise a happy and healthy cat,&lt;/em&gt; the latter &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; was due to it being very worth-buying. Well, at least I get to feast my eyes on all the incredibly cute and colorful pictures of cats in the book even if my wish to own a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; one may never be realised, or rather not as soon as NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on Pride and Prejudice and I WILL finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are very nice indeed, what with occassionally providing me with home-cooked meals, top notched baked cakes and cookies while watching runs of Count of Monte Cristo in French, thank goodness for English subtitles. That's 8 hours of that Count, by the way. But nothing can top watching Pride and Prejudice, with the dashingly handsome Mr Darcy (Matthew MacFadyen) which I proudly pronounce the most handsome of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is also constantly trying to convert me to being a &lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt; fan, to no avail. Not today, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh.....&lt;/em&gt;life is bliss indeed, with my three meals a day. Good work at making me slightly rounder, dear sister! Please remind me to return the favour. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall leave with this "National Geographic Quality" picture taken proudly by yours truly...presenting the ducks and swans of Salisbury Crag! Woohoo.... =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RnMgcE-VSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJHkqNrrbds/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076436871720291106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RnMgcE-VSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJHkqNrrbds/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-5791542876659537567?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5791542876659537567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=5791542876659537567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5791542876659537567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5791542876659537567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-thing-that-often-amazes-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/RnMgcE-VSyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJHkqNrrbds/s72-c/IMG_2123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-5022303261774503940</id><published>2007-05-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:42:37.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Dog!!!!!!!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqbVbPvlDoM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-5022303261774503940?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5022303261774503940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=5022303261774503940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5022303261774503940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5022303261774503940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/05/smart-dog.html' title='Smart Dog!!!!!!!!!! =)'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-6967400311055494093</id><published>2007-05-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:27:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..I don't normally do all these things that &lt;em&gt;pat&lt;/em&gt; ppl do..lol..but just to &lt;em&gt;pei min &lt;/em&gt;this che-che called clair leong..else she dowan to friend me adi..bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 things found in my bag&lt;br /&gt;-wallet&lt;br /&gt;-mp3&lt;br /&gt;-handphone&lt;br /&gt;-keys&lt;br /&gt;-makeup set&lt;br /&gt;..like duh, what else could there be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 things found in your wallet&lt;br /&gt;-cash and coins&lt;br /&gt;-many, many cards..&lt;br /&gt;-plaster&lt;br /&gt;-passport pic&lt;br /&gt;-fish manhattan sticker..to get discounts..&lt;br /&gt;..again, this is also quite the regular things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 favourite things in your room&lt;br /&gt;-blanket&lt;br /&gt;-pillow&lt;br /&gt;-books in the box at the foot of my bed..which I don't read. Just to see and admire the cover. haha!&lt;br /&gt;-accessories and blings..hehe&lt;br /&gt;-music trinket playing &lt;em&gt;music of the night&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..most favourite probably my blanket la..my great grandma made it and I love the quilt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 things you've always wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;-go to KK, climb mountain =P of course, need to build on fitness..Bukit Gasing/FRIM also wanna vomit liao. haha&lt;br /&gt;-take a nice long sabbatical and tour some place with *ahem, like paris or safari! But need to find *ahem first..haha.&lt;br /&gt;-set up an animal sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;-get a makeover..bleh&lt;br /&gt;-make lots of money to do the above..especially #2 and #3&lt;br /&gt;..so I guess that's six things to do..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 5 things you're currently into&lt;br /&gt;-hafta pack adi!!! more like something that's constantly on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;-jamie cullum..seen him anywhere? text me please. hah.&lt;br /&gt;-find harry potter when I get to london..oh, and Diagon Alley! buy some magic wands and firebolt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-watching funny cats and dogs video clips on youtube..&lt;br /&gt;-things bought at flea market..must be the &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt; symptom knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 5 persons that you tagged&lt;br /&gt;-hmm..don't think there's even 5 persons reading this..so anyone lor. I'm sure clair is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lhao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nah! done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-6967400311055494093?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6967400311055494093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=6967400311055494093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6967400311055494093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6967400311055494093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=2069262322259979964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2069262322259979964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/2069262322259979964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-5834141788629612165</id><published>2007-04-30T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:29:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get tired of this me-first attitude &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the one thing that keeps me smiling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I'm always wishing hard for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause your light shines so bright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel no solitude &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my first star at night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lost in space without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never lose my faith in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will I ever get to heaven, if I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels just so fine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we touch the sky me and you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my idea of heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't it always be so good? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's all right, I know you're out there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doing what you've gotta do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my soul satellite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lost in space without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Lighthouse Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long lost song I heard in the car. Nice lyrics. Now, why can't anyone sing that to me? I'm waiting... =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-5834141788629612165?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5834141788629612165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=5834141788629612165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5834141788629612165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/5834141788629612165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-i-get-tired-of-this-me-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-6307311309180586357</id><published>2007-04-29T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:54:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A feeble attempt to stir, fry, boil, steam, toast, grill, whatever, to get my brains go through some form of activity!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't know why on and off, I'll be dreaming about this fishes in a fishtank. The water keeps getting murkier each time this scene appear in my dream. Not to mention, I kept getting panicked not knowing when was the last time I've fed the poor fishes. They look like the same ones...sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lesson #1: DO NOT get a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My brains are not working...I really need to hit some books, like now, seriously. Sometimes, I can't even follow conversations, simply because I couldn't catch what people are saying, not that I'm disinterested. The other day when I went for an interview, I found out that I seriously sucked at BM! I can't write what I want to simply because I don't know the words I wanted to express..so I just strike out the point I wanted to write...what the crap. Darn it...I enjoyed being smart. I was smart before! I like how teachers treat me when I was smart. I want that back! Give me back my brains! haha. sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lesson #2: Pick up a book and start reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm such a Gemini. I get along best with only one friend at a time. Hard for me to go in packs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lesson #3: I'm such a keeper! You know you have my full attention, dear friend. hahahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dreamt about this guy from work who asked me to be his gf. It was so sweet, and cause of that I kinda liked him, just because he appeared in my dream! haha, like that also can ah. Now shy adi whenever see him around. Just shows how kesian-ed I am. What the crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lesson #4: Wake up earlier and stop day-dreaming (like sleeping during the day), before you fall for everyone in the office and start acting silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more I promise..nowadays, I feel bravier going to the gym. After reading about all this gay stories, and witnessing some really friendly scenarios at the weight-lifting section, lol, I feel that there are other species who should feel more insecure than the x-chromosome ones. haha. This one no lesson, just enjoy gym to the max!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, wanna go sleep liao. the end.&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/12720448-6307311309180586357?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6307311309180586357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=6307311309180586357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6307311309180586357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/6307311309180586357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeble-attempt-to-stir-fry-boil-steam.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-1139600669119576060</id><published>2007-04-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:08:00.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is not at all how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We thought it was supposed to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had so many plans for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had so many dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now you've gone away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And left us with the memories of your smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And nothing we can say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And nothing we can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can take away the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pain of losing you, but ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can cry with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can say goodbye with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we can grieve with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause we believe with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a place where we'll see your face again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll see your face again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And never have I known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anything so hard to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And never have I questioned more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wisdom of God's plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But through the cloud of tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see the Father's smile and say well done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I imagine you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where you wanted most to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing all your dreams come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause now you're home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now you're free, and ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have this hope as an anchor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause we believe that everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God promised us is true, so ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We wait with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we ache with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We hold on with hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We let go with hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this song. Although it's really sad. Was listening to this CD while picking out some songs for Anne. His songs are pretty awesome..&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/12720448-1139600669119576060?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1139600669119576060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=1139600669119576060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1139600669119576060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/1139600669119576060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-not-at-all-how-we-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-372529826623507363</id><published>2007-04-16T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:28:38.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top Of Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>(Not entirely original but pretty much)&lt;br /&gt;By Tom Glazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rolled off the table, it rolled on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rolled in the garden and under a bush,&lt;br /&gt;And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,&lt;br /&gt;And early next summer it grew to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree was all covered, all covered with moss.&lt;br /&gt;It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your meatball 'cause someone might sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yeah, toilets hate me too&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-372529826623507363?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/372529826623507363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=372529826623507363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/372529826623507363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/372529826623507363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-top-of-spaghetti.html' title='On Top Of Spaghetti'/><author><name>Ivy</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117663934953165542</id><published>2007-04-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:23:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilets Hate Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just had a most unbearable and depressing time at Subang Parade, well initially anyways. Why can't all toilets at shopping complexes incorporate the same system as KLCC? Where the queue starts at the beginning of the row of toilets, and you get to go if it is your turn/next in line? In other places, no......you wish. You pick a stall, and you wait. And wait...and you start to wonder why the heck is this person taking so long...and you see others go after you. And you start wondering whether there IS a person inside or are you just plain dumb for queuing there? You want to check, but it seems embarassing to put your ear to the stall. OR...whether to start lining up at another stall, but would kill yourself if WHEN you just start queueing elsewhere, this freaking person would THEN come out. After the mental anguish of waiting and waiting, you can't take it anymore, and start queuing at another stall, only to REALIZE your worst nightmare, and someone who JUST enterred the toilet just swooshed into the stall you just gave up on. And you so feel like kiling this poor old lady who just came out. Then you begin to question why am I ALWAYS the unlucky one?? It's mental I tell ya!! And it's not the first time!!! Toilets HATE me!!! WHY can't the stupid management use their head abit huh???! WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; why I went to buy myself a pair of plastic specs!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s This post is not meant to be funny! It's really frustrating! I'm gonna write to their management now!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117663934953165542?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117663934953165542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117663934953165542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117663934953165542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117663934953165542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/toilets-hate-me.html' title='Toilets Hate Me!!!'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117603853686340284</id><published>2007-04-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:38:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/362213/Blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/943225/Blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I strolled upon someone's blog and found this. I wonder what I'll get if I submit this letter to my boss, heh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is Easter, the most important day in our Christian calendar. I am unfortunately one of those people who worships Christmas more. Alas, I've succumbed to commersialisation as Fr OC would concur. I have now become this person who just live to work..and for the little time I have to spare I would be sleeping. Christmas has come and gone, and so has Easter. I wonder how many more Christmas/Easter I'll have to see swing by me without me getting onto the bandwagon. I've not done anything this lent to renew and strenghten my currently brittle faith. I can only envy from afar people who has fasted through lent and prayed hard, and can say to themselves, hey, it has been a trying lent, but thank God Easter is here.. The bible is just sitting on the table next to my laptop, and I can now see just a thin layer of dust collecting on the surface, from the corner of my eye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh..now people know why I "shouldn't" blog, you get anything but chirpiness here. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, just to digress from my somewhat pathetic-ness, I'll just continue with more pathetic-ness, lol. Let me just give you some history on the theme to Profound Logic. I originally derived {Profound Logic} after considering that the theme to this blog would be a cross between God and intelligence-something I want to identify myself at that time, which was someone who craves to deepen one's relationship with God and be logic-ly sound. That would explain "profound" (besides that someone once commented that I'm profound, which I totally am =P), "logic"-chess related and probably the rubiks cube. Even the two people holding laptops, which I initially thought was a good idea since well, initially this blog started with the idea where 2 persons would be blogging, which has now become, well, how shall I put it, one person. Hence, back to profound. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all those who can say that Easter has been good, you know there's at least one person who'd envy you, heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Easter. God loved the world so much that He gave His only son.&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/12720448-117603853686340284?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117603853686340284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117603853686340284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117603853686340284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117603853686340284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-strolled-upon-someones-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117482056579491066</id><published>2007-03-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:02:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The loneliest place in the world is without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many of my days Lord, I’ve tried to spend there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching for what I know was only found in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I strayed so far away, I wasn’t sure You were still there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But deep in my heart was a faint security &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I could almost feel Your open arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hear You say to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prodigal son, come back to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the one, that my heart seeks for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you’ve done, I cannot even remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although there are many in my house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s still empty without my prodigal son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You so much mercy You would pardon me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s so hard to believe Your love would hide my sins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though You take the past far away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could this be a chance to have my place in You again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak clear to me Lord that my faith would fully mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is a chance to come home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then would You please say again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what makes you think, I’m no longer your Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For nothing can separate you from My love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And each day I go out to the road where you departed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying maybe today my lost one will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in hopes of your return I stand with open arms saying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117482056579491066?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117482056579491066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117482056579491066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117482056579491066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117482056579491066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/03/loneliest-place-in-world-is-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117449072903782420</id><published>2007-03-22T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:44:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i've just taken expired maggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my gut kept telling me something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so long as u mi goreng it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no..i cooked soup it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped in an egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i think it's the wax on the noodle that goes bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it from someone with lots of experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i tink of it, the noodle does taste really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just boil it off and it'll taste fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the seasoning is fine too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no, it really taste weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yah i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible diarrhoea coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i read in the papers that they are using dogs to sniff out pirated cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don really constipate nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shit..and i was hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for salvation in maggi. but it totally betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes just. i just washed the plates and called it a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the soup taste weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;should i vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u were too hungry to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yea..sorta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u shd hav some other alternative at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to save u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i kept telling my mind, the good part is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste bud abit slow today, which i found weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i put in so much of the seasoning. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double eek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damm it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't want to repeat myself....u know wht to do next time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 1/4 to 1/3 of the seasoning will do for mi goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;huh..what u talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ivy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quarter of the seasoning packet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. i went from 1/2 to 3/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117449072903782420?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117449072903782420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117449072903782420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117449072903782420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117449072903782420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/03/irene-says-i-cant-believe-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117422018047174317</id><published>2007-03-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:20:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRESSES</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon little black book's blogspot..lol..and decided to post some of my favourite gorgeous dresses from their label..mainly for MY own entertainment purposes. Looking at dresses make me happy..lol =) So here they are in no particular order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/987849/DSC02258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/694692/DSC02258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/14813/DSC02075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/344211/DSC02075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/688227/DSC02180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/252683/DSC02180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/25481/DSC02049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/75631/DSC02013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/927585/DSC02013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/258325/DSC01908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/483145/DSC01908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/46743/DSC01855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/574572/DSC01855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/1600/440394/DSC01387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3524/1091/400/733845/DSC01387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happyness...hehehe. I have the last one, though in brown. Darn it, blue looks nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pictures are &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; courtesy of littleblackbookmy.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117422018047174317?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117422018047174317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117422018047174317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117422018047174317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117422018047174317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/03/dresses.html' title='DRESSES'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117362850316023348</id><published>2007-03-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:55:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change my heart oh God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make it ever true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change my heart oh God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May I be like You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mold me and make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what I pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117362850316023348?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117362850316023348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117362850316023348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117362850316023348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117362850316023348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/03/change-my-heart-oh-god-make-it-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117301014208077317</id><published>2007-03-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:51:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my grandaunt passed away last week, which we last visited her during CNY. She looked terminal then. She had lung cancer, although a non-smoker. We reckoned it was due to passive smoking, since both her sons were smokers. At times like this, I just can't help to be angry at all those people who are smokers and have overlooked their loved ones for the sake of their own selfish content. Come on, for goodness sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, reading other people's blogs give me some insight into my past and how I was so blind. I think I've screwed up some of my relationships with people I used to be close to. And I didn't even remember how we got to being such strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently, I'm trying to work out how I can refinance my car, or probably sell it off..quit my other commitments (like fitness center and my liking to shop) to ultimately quit my job. I'm still thinking when I should as I wanted to get 3 years from my current job, but I don't think I'm doing such a good job in time management and especially in managing the people, i.e managers/clients. February next year seems like a long time to go, which means I need to go through another peak period, which I totally dread. And since I'm so retarded in my social skills, that kinda made the situation &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After quitting, I would like to take time off, stay with sister over in UK and see how long I can live off her. lol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hating life...I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by the way, I was really surprised to get an sms from some people from sfx who invited me to join their choir..wonder how they got my number, since I have hardly spoken to them and never thought they knew I existed..what is even more weird, I don't even join the choir in ckk. Really weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117301014208077317?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117301014208077317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117301014208077317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117301014208077317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117301014208077317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-my-grandaunt-passed-away-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117241740862110850</id><published>2007-02-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:30:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being one of those grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;I get blown all around the world&lt;br /&gt;And what I make of it&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of it&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around so many times&lt;br /&gt;That the worlds turning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;What do I think of it&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can you be than the things they say you've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Stay and hug me all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Be yours a boy or be mine a girl&lt;br /&gt;Just say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117241740862110850?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117241740862110850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117241740862110850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117241740862110850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117241740862110850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-one-of-those-grains-of-sand-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117204233651820342</id><published>2007-02-21T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:18:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kids round here look just like sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They trade old licks with a beat up six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just smile and catch the groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gothic girls all dress in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Serious as heart attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It takes a little bit of getting used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old man with the whiskey stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost the night forgot his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His poor wife will sleep alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it aint hard to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why she's holding on to her own hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's midnight in chelsea, midnight in chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No ones asking me for favors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No ones looking for a savoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're too busy saving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. bon jovi, dave stewart&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/12720448-117204233651820342?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117204233651820342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117204233651820342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117204233651820342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117204233651820342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-round-here-look-just-like-sticks_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117202306622023503</id><published>2007-02-21T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:57:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no problem too big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God cannot solve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no mountain too tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He cannot move it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no storm too dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God cannot calm it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no sorrow too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He cannot soothe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon His shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, my brother, that He will carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If He carried the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon His shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, my sister, that He will carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117202306622023503?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117202306622023503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117202306622023503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117202306622023503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117202306622023503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-is-no-problem-too-big-god-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117103890657686969</id><published>2007-02-10T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:35:06.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For De-Stressing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sugar pie, honey bunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know that I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you and nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In and out my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You come and you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leaving just your picture behind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I kissed it a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you snap your finger or wink your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I come a-running to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm tied to your apron strings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's nothing that I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117103890657686969?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117103890657686969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117103890657686969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117103890657686969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117103890657686969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-de-stressing.html' title='For De-Stressing...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-117091246020548173</id><published>2007-02-08T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:19:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If anyone got this sms Tahniah..anda menang RM.9000 from Akademi Fantasia 4 from this long weird number..it's a tipu..I think I might have called Indonesia out of curiosity. Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Darn it.. got conned again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-117091246020548173?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/117091246020548173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=117091246020548173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117091246020548173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/117091246020548173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-anyone-got-this-sms-tahniah.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116990623632167815</id><published>2007-01-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:57:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just had the worst dinner ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mental note: Don't ever order Seafood Au Gratin at Victoria's Station. It's so nauseating, someone should sue!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh gosh, I think it's riding up again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116990623632167815?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116990623632167815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116990623632167815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116990623632167815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116990623632167815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-just-had-worst-dinner-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116879077787729234</id><published>2007-01-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:12:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Bruce Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's something wrong here there can be no denying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of us is changing or maybe we've just stopped trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's too late, baby, now it's too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though we really did try to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It used to be so easy living here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you look so unhappy and I feel like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There'll be good times again for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we just can't stay together don't you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still I'm glad for what we had, and how I once loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been ignoring God pretty much lately..been quite ashamed of myself. Stems from my laziness to even take the initiative to pray. I felt that He's ignoring me anyways. Can't blame Him though, I mean, if you ignore someone, most of the time, they'll ignore you as well, right? I've even asked Him for a sign for me to continue serving. I don't really wanna do it anymore this year. But how on earth is He gonna give me a sign when I don't read His word?? I didn't really think much about it after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when I watched Bruce Almighty yesterday afternoon, it was a pretty strong cue when Morgan Freeman aka &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; said, "You can't make someone to love you, if I know how to make someone to love me, my job is done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free will&lt;/em&gt; was ultimately what was granted to us from our inception. And God doesn't interfere with that. When I heard the actor saying it (felt like he was uttering the words directly at me), it stirred me rather &lt;em&gt;powderfully&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Well, apart from my almost empty stomach from my early brunch-cum-gym session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, maybe He is trying to tell me &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Either ways, I hope the line in Bruce Almighty moves some of you people out there and hopefully inspires you to do something about it, especially if you find your relationship with God rather dwindling of late.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116879077787729234?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116879077787729234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116879077787729234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116879077787729234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116879077787729234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons-from-bruce-almighty.html' title='Lessons from Bruce Almighty'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116733136620445012</id><published>2006-12-29T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:53:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random thoughts at 3am..well, almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow..I just got back from work an hour ago..man, that was pretty scary, my heart was beating so fast when I walked to the basement carpark..I thought if I lose my life to this damm Company, I'd probably come back to haunt the building. Had my dinner with dad at Dikayu..and they overbilled us..really gotta check your bill when you eat out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will be going to Melaka..see Grandma..have Satay Celup..shopping..gosh, can do all that in one day? 2006 is fast ending!! So little time before all the heart attack continues!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched Cujo yesterday..man, that was a pretty sick dog. After watching that horror, was just wondering what was the producer thinking when they decided on a St. Bernard to cast as Beethoven, after its debut appearance as Cujo. And what was going through the mind of Cujo's producer when they casted a &lt;em&gt;Saint&lt;/em&gt; as their psychotic, obviously demon-posessed four-legged lead. &lt;em&gt;Food for thought eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a great time &lt;em&gt;lepaking&lt;/em&gt; with friends from church today..having lunch..watching this hilarious feel-good movie..sharpening our skills at being fickled minded-searching for a place to &lt;em&gt;yumcha,&lt;/em&gt; yet again!..and knotting cherry stems with your tongue. I didn't do the latter of course! Fun bunch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Holidays..made your resolutions yet or copying last year's? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116733136620445012?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116733136620445012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116733136620445012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116733136620445012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116733136620445012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-random-thoughts-at-3amwell-almost.html' title='Some random thoughts at 3am..well, almost'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116704984051481463</id><published>2006-12-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:35:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's funny how many things you'll see just watching out the window...or just positioning your eyes at the automated parking exit. I must say that Summit's system is rather dodgy and they should sue the contractor who installed the ticketing system for them. It's so inefficient as it breaks down rather often. Speaking from experience, since dad was always complaining about the payment machines. I saw several cars having to reverse their car to try another exit and often, the unproblematic one becomes problematic and vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember two incidents whereby there was this huge lorry trying the then unproblematic exit and was talking to the security guard, no doubt about the inefficient ticketing system. Thereafter, he drove past the exit as the barrier went up, only to bang the rain guard which was somewhat a little low as the lorry's roof gashed against it. The security guard was yelling after the guy while muttering to himself, I hope, to a colleague I can't see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then there was this couple where at the exit, I saw the girl searching frantically in her bag.. for the ticket. At first I thought it was the touch-n-go card, but it was the ticket..nevermind that. Anyway, it was pretty intense, I saw hand gestures from the guy, losing his patience no doubt, and the girl panicking. In the end, she poured everything out from her bag onto her lap. The guy had to pull aside while putting up the emergency lights. Eventually she found the ticket.. I think she'd most probably throw away the bag after that incident.. or, gosh, I hope they didn't break up over something so trivial as that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, carolling on Christmas eve was amazingly superb eh? Although the conductor seemed a tad fierce.. I won't want to be in the violinist's shoes. Imagine the pressure! They were so perfect, I was gonna kill myself! The many hidden talents...gosh...simply awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116704984051481463?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116704984051481463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116704984051481463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116704984051481463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116704984051481463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-funny-how-many-things-youll-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116637256168895103</id><published>2006-12-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:40:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haih...I'm so depressed. Everyday is heart attack nowadays...I hope I won't get a real one, one of these days...how I wish I'm not such a social retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116637256168895103?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116637256168895103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116637256168895103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/haih.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116619756436649277</id><published>2006-12-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:26:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I'm just gonna blog about this for the benefit of those who didn't know about this really bizarre, outta-the-world coincidence. &lt;em&gt;Like Lizamey&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just that, we were yaking about this Altered Frequency guy seen at the Planet Shakers conference. Aaron was saying I should go say HI. Which I would probably die before I'll ever do something like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We left the lobby without thinking much of him. After which, we saw him at the elevator, and it was like "fate"..&lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;. Like as if. Then I joked that it would probably be fate if he took the stairs like all of us, which he didn't. No sign of the fella. Then I said "Well, if he meets us at Starbucks..then that's definitely fate &lt;em&gt;kua&lt;/em&gt;"..but we were dawdling along Starbucks while waiting for Suria to get off the phone, where there were no sign of the fella also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please bear in mind that I was so totally not thinking that he's gonna show up anyway! Fate..konon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We decided to pitstop at some mamak stall in ss15. When I got off the MPV, I got an sms from Aaron - "it's fate la"..I was like..what?? Then I was thinking..it can't be..and suddenly that Altered Frequency guy was sitting there!! In a really long row of people having their makan there! At that very secluded mamak stall where I've never been before myself. OK, that was really bizarre...........don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116619756436649277?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116619756436649277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116619756436649277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116619756436649277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116619756436649277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-im-just-gonna-blog-about-this-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116597222090131650</id><published>2006-12-13T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:10:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you just love it if you thought it was 9am but in actual fact it's actually 8am? It's like you've just won an hour! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had another bad dream today... I think somewhere inside there I got married to my boss and this gal was irritating me like hell, playing some flirtatious game with this guy. She was shifting her clothes alot sitting beside him... and I won't go into details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which brings me to the question, is it the right thing to be obvious if you like someone? Like public display of affection. Somehow I find it really annoying. I mean, it's like as if you're marking your territory with this person don't you think? Like a dog pee-ing all over the place. Hehe, abit bad my metaphor but you get the picture. Yea, but it's quite uncivilised if you ask me. Stone age ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous that I'm not such a &lt;em&gt;take charge&lt;/em&gt; person. Lose out to someone who takes the initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to kill someone now! Ok, I'm just joking... get out of my way. Who's goin planetshakers tomorrow/Friday night??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116597222090131650?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116597222090131650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116597222090131650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116597222090131650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116597222090131650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-you-just-love-it-if-you-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116572974233705847</id><published>2006-12-10T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:25:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Priest Who Can't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A distinguished looking young lady is on a flight returning from Switzerland. She finds herself seated next to a priest and asks" Excuse me, father, may I ask a favour of you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well of course Miss, what can I do for you?" he replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Here's the dilemma, I purchased for myself, a superbly sophisticated electronic hair remover. I paid a lot of money for it. I really went well over the limits set forth by Customs, and I fear they will confiscate it from me. Could you perhaps secret it through Customs for me under your robes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I certainly could my dear, only I must warn you I really am not ever able to lie..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You have such an honest face father, surely they will never ask any questions of you," and with that she hands him the hair remover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After landing they proceed through Customs and it becomes the father's turnin line. "Father, do you have anything to declare?" asks the Custom'sofficer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"From the top of my head to my waist I have nothing to declare my son,'' said the priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finding this answer a little strange the custom's officer proceeds to ask," And from the waist to the floor, what do you have to declare?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The father replies, "I have a marvellous little instrument destined to be used on a woman, but which has never yet been used..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roaring with laughter the Custom's officer says, "Go right through father. Next!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~forwarded via e-mail&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/12720448-116572974233705847?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116572974233705847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116572974233705847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116572974233705847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116572974233705847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/priest-who-cant-lie.html' title='The Priest Who Can&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116523827974721258</id><published>2006-12-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:04:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackpot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever heard a song and want to hear it more and dunno who's the singer or even the title? All you have is a couple of generic lines..like "in love, with you, whatever"...which could run to a million lyrics of songs when googled? Hehe...not that I have the solution to that, but my darlings, I finally found the song I so wanted to know for a zillion years!!! I'm now known as Ms Resourceful!!! Nothing I can't search.. hoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's by Al Green...Let's Stay Together.. =) I know, totally self-centred post as usual...hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I'm so in love with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever you want to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is alright with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause you make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so brand-new,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to spend my life with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say it seems, baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since we've been together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving you forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is what I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the one you come runnin' to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never be untrue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooo baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's... Let's stay together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving you whether, whether,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;times are good or bad, happy or sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116523827974721258?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116523827974721258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116523827974721258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116523827974721258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116523827974721258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/jackpot.html' title='Jackpot'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116506757007934711</id><published>2006-12-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:13:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dream!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up today after having a bad dream! This is what I get for going back to sleep after waking up. I thought since it was 9am, still early mah! So I opened the window to let the cool morning breeze in..and continued my slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dreamt that it was night...and I was held hostage in my room with a murderer in the house..who have allegedly murdered my dad..soon after, I was so relieved to get some visitors. The murderer was in another room when they came. I remember feeding my visitors truckloads of chocolates, and was rather puzzled why on earth I kept pulling all these from the drawer, while remaining somewhat calm. I think it was probably because the visitors had just barged in and just felt so comfortable, chit-chatting away, and I don't know how to break this horrible news to them. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it must be those chocolates I have downstairs in the fridge, which still remained uneaten to this day..brought back by sister. Please don't knock my head bi! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered my visitors were Janice! (from church), her sister, Valarie, her husband and another guy I don't know. Hmm...wonder why them. I remembered about finished telling them about the murderer when I was awokened by my phone. Darn it..would we have fought the murderer or would the visitors run for their life? Beaten him to death by my truckloads of chocolates maybe? Hehe. We'll never know..and I don't want to know either!! Please give me good dreams tonight! Like eating marshmellows or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up to the then hot afternoon heat instead of the cool breeze. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116506757007934711?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116506757007934711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116506757007934711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116506757007934711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116506757007934711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-dream.html' title='Bad Dream!!'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116265078594391611</id><published>2006-11-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T09:08:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just something I'd like to record...had a good time at Sunway Lagoon with fellow colleagues. It was the firm's Family Day...unfortunately the only free ticket we can get is for ourselves since we are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until we get married. Lol. I went on something quite bizarre...seriously thought it was something I went last time...but it's so NOT. I've mistaken the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flying Carpet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for this crazy-360 degrees-swinging in the air-gigantic boat thing. Anyways, me and my colleagues were sitting in the front row for quite awhile waiting for the crowd to pile in. There were these people sitting in front of us (think they're from college). Conversation went something like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Group of students: We....from Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They thought we were all Japanese (I think it must have been the heat that caused us to turn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lobsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and look like some foreigners who have never seen the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). We laughed hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy #1: I'm ___ (can't remember..). Single and available...but not so free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...what does that mean..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy #2: Are you all still studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We laughed even harder. Sure we are...don't we have this stressed out gonna kill ourselves with this ride look? I guess our bosses haven't worked us hard enough yet?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gal #1: Panas-lah. Cepat la!!! (calling the ride operators to start the ride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy #1: (after several times of Gal #1 saying panas-lah) Panas, bukak-lah!! (meaning, teasing her to strip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, I screamed so hard, I kinda lost my scream when we were in the air...instead was laughing hard when we were tilted 360 degrees. But it was fun la. Great adrenaline rush. Try it when you have a chance to go there someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116265078594391611?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116265078594391611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116265078594391611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116265078594391611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116265078594391611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-something-id-like-to-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116257233865169308</id><published>2006-11-04T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:11:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of late, I've just been swamped in work. And it's just gonna get worse..things will start to pile up, i.e the "after fieldwork-submit for review, the many stages-clear queries-while doing another job" cycle. Alot of juggling to do. But it has been a rather perky week since this has been the Bvlgari week. Towards the end of our fieldwork, we went to their outlet in KLCC to check out some bling blings..hehe. Not that we were doing stockt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ake, but just to make some enquiries and since certain documents were there. Natasha (my fellow colleague) was trying out some of their watches. She definitely knows more of their products than me. The store manager was rather hyper..kept telling us that she checks the stocks properly, and there's no stock losses..repeatedly..like we don't believe her. They have comfy cushions in there. And nice ambience..soothing jazzy-soulful music. Not too customer friendly though, since you need to be let in to get in..as their doors are locked. I guess their customer who "dares" to go in really know what they want and is serious about getting something when they decide to ring the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really would like to meet any one of their customers..why would people pay sooo much to accessorize themselves? It's rather bizarre. Some of their individual items are priced as much as a low cost house. Really wanna attach faces (of customers) to the names I have in the file. Faces, not &lt;em&gt;faeces&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Although..that might not be a bad idea-get this right, faeces to the file, not their names! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fridays are my favourite day of the week. Today has been rather uneventful as always..bored bored bored..team leaders were hunting for help on jobs like crazy the whole morning. Even the pregnant lady was not spared. =) The department is seriously in need of manpower. &lt;em&gt;Audit anyone? &lt;/em&gt;Everyone is so packed..gonna explode soon. Feeling feverish-ish already. Heart beating fast most of the time..not been going to gym for the entire week..haih. Office is rather empty nowadays, alot of them are out on fieldwork and a big bunch was seconded outstation. And it's a Friday!! Not that I'm complaining, I prefer to work in an empty office anyways..lesser phones ringing; lesser interruptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next week I'll be working somewhere near St. John's Cathedral..so can go lepak there if got time..and pay visit to my school..maybe spot a monkey. And I don't mean humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=) ahh..yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116257233865169308?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116257233865169308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116257233865169308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116257233865169308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116257233865169308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116201897034845863</id><published>2006-10-28T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:20:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not a planet exclusively for animals; the planet unfortunately doesn't exist, but a channel on Astro that features all day long of animal-related materials like rescuing animals from the street, documentaries and even America's funniest animals. Nowadays, there are fewer people who adores animals, especially pets, I, for one, am one. Pretty nasty sentence structure I know; that's because I've not been catching up with my reading. Or papers. Which is something I'm not particularly proud of since I had to hear of that front page image of an LRT dangling out of its tracks as if from a "Superman" from someone, not its source =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me. Blek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I saw a cat (there's one in my neighbourhood that I spot occassionally where there's a bell dangling from its cute little neck) running with something bloody in its mouth. Ahh... the adventures it must find here. Wish I was a cat for a day..the things I'd see! That would be so fun. Cats always have this way of walking either so gracefully or rather, proudly down the street which either makes someone a sucker for it or despises it. Heh, how nice if I can be more thick skinned and greet everyone I meet like I greet cats. lol. Some, or most of the time, they don't even respond, and I don't feel embarassed anyways. Is that good/bad? I'm so extremely shy that when I saw someone I used to know from church in gym, the instant I saw that person, I looked away. And I think he saw me! Argh. Haih. Better not see him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny though, how animals are never ugly. Even turtles. Which we reared long ago. Even remembered how we (and sister) got so exited, we found out their favourite food (fruits and carrots mostly). And we found out how they love to bask! So we put up a rock for it to perch. And they sure loved to bask! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I met up with some people from church for dinner. It's good to see a really old friend of mine. Haven't seen her in awhile, and it was good catching up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I went hiking. Bukit Gasing was pretty muddy. My poor Nikes. I even scratched my leg while crossing the hanging bridge. My friend was afraid I might get Tetanus, but I think I had the vaccination in Form 3? I hope..no fever at this moment. lol. This is my second hike after FRIM, where in both occassions I felt nauseated. And then my friend brought up some story about a poor guide who had to carry a dead guy (who apparently died of heart attack while hiking Gunung Tahan) all the way down the mountain. I mean imagine, 5 days carrying a corpse. She went on to describe how fluids start to flow out from the dead guy within a few days of death. I felt like puking even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally, something for those itching photographers wannabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.promo.yahoo.com/movie/superman/Stop_Press_Game/index.html"&gt;http://hk.promo.yahoo.com/movie/superman/Stop_Press_Game/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116201897034845863?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116201897034845863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116201897034845863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116201897034845863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116201897034845863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/animal-planet.html' title='Animal Planet'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116144870479932166</id><published>2006-10-22T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:26:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I went to the gym. Quite an accomplishment, as I covered quite alot of ground. And I thought someone was stalking me. It's so weird to see a person everywhere I go..probably I'm a little perasan as the gym is rather small.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then to Windmills for dinner with my family. I heard a sizzling noise behind, a customer's order has arrived. I turned to the back briefly (since I'm so kepo) and noticed an Indian middle-aged guy having dinner alone. I felt sad that he wasn't celebrating Deepavali with his family. Abit presumptious of me, yeah, but I still felt sad. Probably I'm reminded how sad I feel when I'm alone sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that we walked across the street to to have a drink and listen to some music at the piano lounge @ Sheraton, only that there wasn't a pianist. I've always loathed going to such places because of the smokers, which not only drives me crazy, it stinks up my clothes too. Also, the performances by ladies which are scantily clad are not really my cup of tea. But lo and behold, the lady performing tonight was not anything I've pictured. She has a nice voice too. Although quite bling bling..but I like their music era, ok ok lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During intermission/half-time, lol..she came over to greet the people from the floor, and when she came to our table, she said to me "Woh, this is a young one" like I'm some kind of cub or something, like it's probably not legal for me to be drinking or something..don't lah look so shocked, it's quite worrying ya know..bleh. I promptly asked her whether she could do "Misty" and she said she would. Yay. When she asked what other songs I'd like to request, I can't think of any. Darn it. And I so wanted Jamie Cullum's tracks. Well apart from that, breathing in the polluted air was so torturous it spoiled my mood although she did sing well. Towards the end, I was burning some of the mixed nuts on the tealights. Some were really burnt. And I was smart enough not to touch the fork. Which is made of steel. lol. Well, that's lots of fun. not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then we went back with clothes all stinked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much summed up my Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i got a souvenir; indigestion, at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's gonna be a long weekend. Gotta find things to do to avoid boring myself to death.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116144870479932166?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116144870479932166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116144870479932166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116144870479932166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116144870479932166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-went-to-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-116092917579256737</id><published>2006-10-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:11:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Rant #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some overdued posts... what the heck.. it's MY blog, and I'll do whatever I want... HAHAHAH. Man, I'm so drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I miss Singapore abit. I like how efficient things are there. I like the really fast MRT escalators that &lt;em&gt;whoosh&lt;/em&gt; people to whereever they want to go. lol... I like the way things are hardly in bottleneck situations (well, at least while I was there). And for the first time ever, there are actually people who come out of their way to feed those poor forsakened cats in the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sis and I were joking about how people in Singapore either wear earphones, bluetooth or hearing aids. Everyone has places to go and things to do. lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Singapore aside, I spotted this sticker at the back of a car; exactly what does "If you don't believe in God, you better be right!" means? At first it was pretty darn hard to tell which direction that person was heading, but I quickly spotted another tiny sticker on its right that says "Jesus loves"...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I had dinner at Yuen's buffet steamboat. And the oddest thing... people are STILL fighting over the chicken wings there! I was like... crazy people!! Those who managed to actually get IN there.. (which was pretty impossible especially if you don't have a fork ready or something) was hording ALL the chicken they can get their hands on! Wow... are those stuff that good? Well anyway, I managed to pick out 4 after the second batch. It was pretty intense.. lol. Just wanted to feel kiasu abit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-116092917579256737?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/116092917579256737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=116092917579256737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116092917579256737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/116092917579256737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-rant-2.html' title='Not Rant #2'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115953247030243547</id><published>2006-09-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:54:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant #1</title><content type='html'>Dear people out there, be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forewarned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... if you are regular visitors (which I highly doubt), this is the first instalment of my long list of rants... however, I've been considerate enough to put every piece of rant in short, concise versions. Straight to the point. Lol. I think it might be therapeutic for me to put all my *#^&amp;amp;@ here. So, sit back and enjoy your stay here in rant land. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to raise my dissatisfaction on how I have gained weight over the past few months, especially when sister was around. Yeah, we ate like mad. No? Well, it's just probably just me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what is with people who can eat everything and yet, remain stick thin? I mean, just like them, I'd just like to get down all the food on my plate as well... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of course, with the rare &lt;em&gt;exceptional&lt;/em&gt; occassion that the (my) plate is filled up a second time, which obviously is in no way a fault of mine. Right??&lt;/span&gt; And I don't eat junk food or sweets, etc... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the rare occassions of my favourite bak kut teh..&lt;/span&gt; People don't want to eat, I will &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; finish. Is this how I'm punished for my nobel attempt?? Why??? Why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fineprint&lt;/span&gt;. I meant to scratch that. Or READ, whatever. But don't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;judge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115953247030243547?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115953247030243547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115953247030243547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115953247030243547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115953247030243547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/rant-1.html' title='Rant #1'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115909005181561998</id><published>2006-09-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:25:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-in-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Part I:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it all started when I had a really, really bad dream of getting lost. I hate getting lost!!! I was on this highway that I've never been before, and there's a series of protruding contraptions from alongside a huge building pushing towards the road; had to steer clear of those stuff when they protrude haphazardly. That was really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I think it's like a highway flyover, so if I steer too far, I could fall off!! Anyway while I was driving on this road which knows no end, I think I barely spotted a sign that said &lt;em&gt;Sg. Petani&lt;/em&gt;, and there were no other signboards to exit. Like, huh?!? [when I think about it, I think &lt;em&gt;Sg. Petani&lt;/em&gt; is because I recently met up with a cousin of mine who is currently studying in &lt;em&gt;Sintok (both in Kedah)&lt;/em&gt;] So, when I finally arrived at this somewhat town area where there's &lt;em&gt;humans&lt;/em&gt;, I stopped my car and was somehow running through some thorny bush!! Wahhhhhhh. Painful man. I remembered pulling all those thorns which were caught in my leg. Then my next step, since I was clearly lost, was to flag down a taxi. Asked him to lead me back to SJ, me tailing behind his car. I said I would pay him, which I did. Unfortunately, the trailing cost me RM150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I even dreamt there was this procession of the dead, where there were multitudes of coffins on huge lorries. And it was open casket!!!! I told myself not to peek, but I did. I can't help it. So that was quite eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking what was those series of event about????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part II:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled on this post on the bluehyppo forum way after the finale was over...and found out that I was actually entitled to free tickets for the event!!!! argh... no wonder someone was trying to contact me on Friday night... why am I so damm blur?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by the moderator:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the final list for tickets to the Grand Finale on friday 1 pair each - please come to the orange tm net booth at PWTC on FRIDAY between 7 and 8 pm - doors open at 7.45pm, it's free seating so the earlier you come, the better. Look for me (marina), nim or sharmila. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Chriswo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. samuel02 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. mrJudd &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Maimum &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Airan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Winleng &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Leon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. raptorclans &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. zongie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. alexQ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. claxxion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. casillas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. joosing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. miloyalsupporter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. danieltan0304 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. mikeboyz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. mier &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Kenny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. yuan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. yeyeantan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. killer_jaws &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. kevinliew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. bong bong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. evonc &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. ms. Outawageous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;26. waltzgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. pooh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. mxv &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. aiskrim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. bright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. nmy889 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. remytoo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. starccs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. 2old &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. nate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. robincheah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. ditdot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. aryna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. ongjhao &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. carmern &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;41. uptowndragon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. ss arjuna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. fann &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;44. morningdew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;45. pope &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;46. allauclm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;47. sookru &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;48. jonchew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. justice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50. siew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizal put up such a wow performance!!! Technically, I slept halfway through the show &lt;em&gt;(at home)&lt;/em&gt;.. haha. He sang a medley highlighting all the popular songs he did throughout the season. But it was too late.. Cause when he delivered his last performance (it was the last performance of the night), it was already commercials and then the results... so kinda little room for voting. Plus, there is something wrong with the voting system cause alot of people seem to be complaining about votes not going through. It probably needs some auditing.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Suki won, as predicted...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PART IS NOT A DREAM!!! I really missed out on those one in a lifetime tickets... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part III:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found out that my pants that once used to be soooo loose is like, I could barely fit into it today!! Which means, I've gained weight!!! Darn it!!! Could life get any worse?!? This part isn't a dream either...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115909005181561998?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115909005181561998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115909005181561998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115909005181561998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115909005181561998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-in-1.html' title='3-in-1'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115867800222766224</id><published>2006-09-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:13:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Told You Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I told you lately that I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one above you?&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Take away my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; sun in all its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greets the day with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; and comfort too&lt;br /&gt;And you fill my life with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ease&lt;/span&gt; my troubles, that's what you do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;And it's yours and it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, like the sun&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;We should give &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say,&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; above you?&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Someone once asked me why I post lyrics. I feel although I did not come up with the words (like, duh), I find it's a perfect expression of what I feel at one time or another. There's a part of me in there, heh. And hence it being posted on this day, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 September 2006&lt;/span&gt;, is an original piece by me :) Man, I'm twisted. This song, I dedicate to all those who reads this. I just love this song. How I wish I can sing it out loud!!! Or just picture how Van Morrison sang it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have a good week people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115867800222766224?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115867800222766224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115867800222766224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115867800222766224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115867800222766224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-i-told-you-lately.html' title='Have I Told You Lately'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115850440279634087</id><published>2006-09-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:15:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring Entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't usually remember much of my weekends... since it's so boring. And I shall not bore you with boring details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, the sad story does not continue with "therefore"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll have you know that I made a decision.. ahem.. to go for a leaders' formation over the weekend. Which is rare for me to make since I despise anything intellectual. har. har..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall spare you the boring details of the talk. Oops.. No, it's anything but boring! Wordcount of the word boring: 6. Now you know why I don't blog much on my personal thoughts since I'm so boring...7. Who would thought one can use so many "borings" in 4 measly paragraphs.. 8! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Martin Jalleh is really, really funny!!! Cracked me up.. Do try to catch his workshop when he's in town...which is not often. lol. He reminds me of Walter Matthau (Dennis the Menace). You know..chicklets? &lt;em&gt;Nevermind&lt;/em&gt;. I hear he works alot with youths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I take with me from this weekend? It's great to see everyone together (leaders of BEC, RCIA, Charismatic.. the many parish groups that we have in our beautiful church...and obviously a noob like me. Not forgetting Lifeteen and Lifeline.. the speaker kept getting it wrong.. Teenlife or is it Lifeteen? Then he said it begins with "Life". haha. Then he messes it up again. Yea.) Unity was never brought to light in such a manner, not that I've experienced, so that was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's a little brain-teaser (hardly, though)... find the odd one out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/Tag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/320/Tag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/Tag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/320/Tag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty easy yes? :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No, not funny? Scroll down then... haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... it's just &lt;em&gt;mildly&lt;/em&gt; funny since it's his (Martin Jalleh)'s leaders' formation and his name is on the nametag just like the rest of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NnnevermMindd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s: I did not steal this, just mistook it &lt;em&gt;deliberately&lt;/em&gt;. haha. Who said I did not learn anything over the weekend?&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/12720448-115850440279634087?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115850440279634087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115850440279634087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115850440279634087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115850440279634087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-entry.html' title='A Boring Entry...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115790157120319780</id><published>2006-09-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:19:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You That Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time, has its way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to show me the reason for living &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world and all its splendour &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gives me a sense of believing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that our love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will shine thru, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will keep us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep us forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will pull us thru, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bad times and keep us together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't wanna fight this feeling no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna love you and love you, its you i adore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause its you that matters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just the sight of you throws my heart ashore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the joy you bring opens up my door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause its you that matters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Reshmonu&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/12720448-115790157120319780?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115790157120319780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115790157120319780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115790157120319780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115790157120319780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-you-that-matters.html' title='It&apos;s You That Matters'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115750117884705986</id><published>2006-09-06T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:26:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister is now flying somewhere over some Indian Ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing her terribly already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm saying goodbye to another you, and me again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being my one and only sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your brief time with me has been such a memorable and life-changing one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel sorry for all those who don't know you well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially saying them to you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the dearest person to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe journey bi.&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/12720448-115750117884705986?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115750117884705986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115750117884705986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115750117884705986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115750117884705986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/sister-is-now-flying-somewhere-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115721471043671615</id><published>2006-09-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:31:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"In every life, there is drama" as Hallmark rightly says. Despite the word chalking up quite the reputation in my mind, I stand corrected. The TV-viewing public knows what it wants and boy do they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why I've been sucked into getting my daily dose of drama. Day or night, just flip to the channel and it never lets you down. One good smacking serving of drama coming right up, maybe 2 if you're lucky and I'm always lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a routine and I know what that inevitably says about this routine that I have. I've got a couple of shows which I catch daily and another once every week, just like popping pills except that those last seconds and these last an hour per pop and are intermittently peppered with commercials. Now, two shows back to back on the same channel with the same adverts can just about drive you to do two types of things. ONE is to press the mute button whenever the mind-numbing things come out and be numbed anyways watching to see when the show resumes and actually imagining the lines in the advert. TWO would be to step away from the TV like the cops would say it...and do something else but that would be violation of couch potato rule number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're rivetting most of the time and a good number potray professionals. Professionals do seem to have interesting lives but I say it's pretty boring in real life so aah...here is where the word drama comes in. Perhaps it's a show about real life with all the interesting bits squeezed and meticulously woven into a fabric of extraordinary coincidence into a season or two. That sums up real people's lives quite neatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a contributor : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115721471043671615?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115721471043671615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115721471043671615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115721471043671615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115721471043671615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/09/dramas_03.html' title='Dramas'/><author><name>Ivy</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115666798925842128</id><published>2006-08-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:11:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbaik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_5670_fp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/320/IMG_5670_fp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; kusangka kau hadir di hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kau penuhi semua impian hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sungguh Tuhan ku bersyukur padaMu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau izinkan aku untuk mencintainya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau terbaik yg pernah ku miliki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan kau pergi dariku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun bila harus berpisah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau lah yg terbaik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Namun bila harus berpisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku ingin kau tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau lah yg terbaik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Ello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from Singapore to find out that Lokman has been eliminated from OIAM.. sigh :(&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/12720448-115666798925842128?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115666798925842128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115666798925842128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115666798925842128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115666798925842128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/terbaik.html' title='Terbaik'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115607700837861163</id><published>2006-08-20T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:17:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;Harrow &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bi&lt;/span&gt;!!! Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! Thanks for being the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; sister one can ever ask!!! &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bless dearie!!!&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song especially for you (excerpt from Stardust)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now the purple dusk of twilight time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steals across the meadows of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High up in the sky the little stars climb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always reminding me that we're apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wandered down the lane and far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving me a song that will not die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is now the stardust of yesterday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the music of the years gone by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--love you loads!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115607700837861163?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115607700837861163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115607700837861163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115607700837861163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115607700837861163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/harrow-bi-happy-21st-birthday-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115517290653589571</id><published>2006-08-10T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:23:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet I Will Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;performed by Melissa Boraski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;written by Andy Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise You, Lord my God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in my brokenness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise You, Lord my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in my desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All that You allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can't see the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But my life is in Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And though I cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I choose to trust You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when my heart is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise (trust) You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when I feel deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise (trust) You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in the darkest valley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will praise (trust) You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When my world is shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it seems all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet I will praise You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will trust You, Lord my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will trust You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will trust You, Lord my God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when I cannot hear You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will trust You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will not forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That You hung on a cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord You bled and died for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if I have to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that You've been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know that You're here now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to take this opportunity to thank dear Evelyn and Wei Fen for forwarding this song to me. I've been really away from God of late, and they were two really kind souls. And God sent. My sis too. Not till today I've realised how much God has spoken to me through all these people. Stupid me. I pledge to spend some time, no matter how little with God or at least, to think of God everyday. God has not forgotten me. Praise God. I want to remember this post as one of my most inspired one, I pray it will lift me up when I'm down. &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/12720448-115517290653589571?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115517290653589571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115517290653589571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115517290653589571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115517290653589571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/yet-i-will-praise.html' title='Yet I Will Praise'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115358361324216861</id><published>2006-07-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:24:59.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on OIAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/lokman.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/320/lokman.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My latest fad..like Farah and Lokman best. I thought Lokman's rendition of Drops of Jupiter was really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;..liked it more than the original singer..Train? kinda weird name for a band. He's quite cute too eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope his bad song choice last week won't cost him his exit from OIAM. Why do all these good singers don't know how to pick songs? They should probably hire me to be their song-picker consultant..sheesh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quite a good line-up of singers vying for the 1 million..better and more consistent than Malaysian Idol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; on top of which, I can't believe Farah was from MI2-and Malaysia picked Daniel over her?!? What was the deal with that? Well, on the upside, maybe she's meant to win this..silver lining perhaps? I think Farah would have a good fan base already from MI2.. and she'll go far. Was just listening to some of her songs and performances. They are really good and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not too sure whether Lokman would go far tho.. but I really like his light, pop voice! His voice is very current and fresh.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But.....to be honest, I think Suki's gonna win due to the voting element. I'm just making very accurately calculated thoughts...and also from the trend where MI2 is heading...if you know what I mean. But I do like her much, much more than Daniel! She just need to step it up a little to get me falling for her as a fan..hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be trying to get some tickets to watch the live show =) Can't wait to know who's the deserving (I hope) champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the knockout episode here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneinamillion.bluehyppo.com/view_news.asp?AID=246&amp;type=Repeat%20Shows"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://oneinamillion.bluehyppo.com/view_news.asp?AID=246&amp;amp;type=Repeat%20Shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115358361324216861?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115358361324216861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115358361324216861&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115358361324216861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115358361324216861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts-on-oiam.html' title='Thoughts on OIAM'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115294325456681229</id><published>2006-07-15T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:15:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Write down 20 names that pop into your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] lydia&lt;br /&gt;[2] ivy&lt;br /&gt;[3] shin yi&lt;br /&gt;[4] xan&lt;br /&gt;[5] lina&lt;br /&gt;[6] aaron&lt;br /&gt;[7] anne&lt;br /&gt;[8] melanie&lt;br /&gt;[9] nuras&lt;br /&gt;[10] chee yin&lt;br /&gt;[11] val&lt;br /&gt;[12] adrian&lt;br /&gt;[13] daniel&lt;br /&gt;[14] wen&lt;br /&gt;[15] benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;[16] kat&lt;br /&gt;[17] richard&lt;br /&gt;[18] lizzy&lt;br /&gt;[19] elaine&lt;br /&gt;[20] sook ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Who is #8 going out with? someone in jb.. i tink! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;B.Is #9 a boy or a girl? i believe it's a gal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;C.Would #11 and #2 will make a cute couple? no way.. but both are cute leh.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;D.How about #18 and #4? haha.. same answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;E.What grade is #7 in? she's working leh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;F.When was the last time you talked to #12? xandra's birthday.. petrol station. don't ask y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;G.What is #6's favorite band? *scratches head* he likes all sorts of christian "rock" band i tink.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;H.Does #1 have any siblings? yup.. 2 other younger sisters.. all of them killer tall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I.Would you ever date #3? shopping date can la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;J.Would you ever date #17? ever? dunno leh.. dunno him that well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;K.Is #16 single? dunno leh.. lol. man, i'm good at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;L.What's #15's last name? SIM =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;M.What's #5's middle name? hmm... binti? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;N.What's #10's fantasy? i believe is to be the first ever malaysian grandmaster.. kidding.. dunno him well also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;O.Would #14 and #19 make a good couple? same answer as C..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.What school does #20 go to? shites.. somewhere in adelaide.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Q.Tell me a random fact about #11? talks elegantly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;R.And #1? my dear cousin.. and that's a fact, gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;S.And #3? damm smart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;T.And #2? very patient..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;U. Have you ever had a crush on #16? no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;V. Where does #9 live? somewhere in brisbane..i tink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;W. What's #4's favorite color? eh..dis is tough..blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. Would you makeout with #3? no thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Are no.#5 and #6 best friends? no.. dunno each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Z. Does #8 like #19? dunno about that.. i haven't seen them talk alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;a. Does #10 have any pets? dunno.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;b. Is #12 older than you? yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;c. Give #13 a hug? for what? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;d. Is #15 the sexiest person alive? haha.. not to me la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e. Is #14 weird? of coz not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;f. Have you seen #7 naked? no!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;g. What's #3's favorite food? her own cooking.. she's not much of an eater..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;h. Would #9 kiss #17? don tink that will ever happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i. Who would u choose, #11 or #13? at the moment #13 coz he cooks good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;j. What car is #18 driving? she no driving leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;k. Does #10 have a bf/gf? not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;l. Will u ever fight with #5? fought before in the past.. but don tink will ever since strangers nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m. Would u go for a vacation with #16? of coz if she's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;n. Who would u like to be sleeping naked with the next day u wake up hungover, #8 or #12? #8..no further comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;o. Have u seen #2 drunk b4? nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;p. What brand of cellphone is #14 using? motorola, i believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;q. If #4 and #17 fell into the water, who would u rescue 1st? #4!! of course the damzelle.. #17 can swim kua? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;r. If u are to choose someone that u can dump into the sea.. who would u choose? #20.. probably can see dolphins saving her!! lol.. kidding la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;s. When will #5 get married? no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;t. Who will win the fight, between #11 and #19? talking-#11, physical fighting-#19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry if anyone got insulted.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115294325456681229?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115294325456681229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115294325456681229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115294325456681229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115294325456681229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115233614498468727</id><published>2006-07-08T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:22:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maritess vs Superfriends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Harrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... something for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinoystyle.net/flash/maritess.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;http://pinoystyle.net/flash/maritess.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115233614498468727?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115233614498468727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115233614498468727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115233614498468727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115233614498468727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/maritess-vs-superfriends.html' title='Maritess vs Superfriends..'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115160483204812725</id><published>2006-06-30T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:55:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Picture Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just some shots taken from our latest &lt;em&gt;expedition&lt;/em&gt; in Genting Highlands..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Tickets to Mysteria-Believe the Impossible..muahhaah...this is a musical (dance mainly) + acrobatics + magic show. Very good show...however, considering they were here since beginning of this year. Must be kinda boring performing the same show every night tho..but well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went on the Flying Coaster...muahahah. New ride..replica of Corkscrew but the flying version (horizontally flying).. Shocked till no sound come out..hahaha. Quite scary leh..beginners better go practice more Corkscrew before going on this ride..lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Some pictures of the food we had..this is &lt;em&gt;sauteed (what the?)&lt;/em&gt; chicken with ginger in jar rice. We got this from a chinese restaurant opposite the Caroussel. Good food and quite affordable considering the &lt;em&gt;expensiveness&lt;/em&gt; of food in Genting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good ole Kenny Rogers and my favourite macaroni and cheese.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Cereal from First World Cafe.. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;More breakfast shots.. yumm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_0983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some reknown storyteller in First World Plaza. Judging by the looks of his patrons, they seemed pretty satisfied.. unfortunately we won't know what would have been told by the storyteller had we gone for it..being card-carrying &lt;em&gt;bananas&lt;/em&gt;.. So we went for some rip-off attractions to entertain ourselves like Haunted Adventure. Blunderous move.. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/IMG_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/IMG_1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the cable car on our ride down. Only to know a couple hours later that there was some rumour that there once happened when a cable car fell and &lt;em&gt;(obviously)&lt;/em&gt; killed some family. And...apparently Genting paid millions of ringgit for damages to the family (the living one) and in order not to publisize the matter. However, this is just a rumour. You know what they say, if your time is now, nothing can stop that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tata!&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/12720448-115160483204812725?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115160483204812725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115160483204812725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115160483204812725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115160483204812725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-picture-blogging.html' title='More Picture Blogging'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115072189417246776</id><published>2006-06-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:50:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline Camp 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm a little outdated.... thought I'd take a whack at picture blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/DSC02670.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02670.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All aboard? Or just plain bored? ZzzZzzz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/DSC02724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Jo aboard the dodgy PCK Pte Ltd bus. Acually coz the bus driver has &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; curly hairstyle.. hmm.... must be a fan. Very dodgy I'd say after that roller-coaster-speeding-down-Brinchang, near-dropping-at-its-side-while-making-a-3-point-turn and almost-crashing-into-Kelisa-while-reversing incidents. Well at least he &lt;em&gt;dares&lt;/em&gt; go the distance for us. lol. Both of us (i.e me and Jo of course) are from the same high school =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/DSC02838.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just love this picture. Everyone against the breathtaking =) Camerons backdrop. And Xandra being cheeky. As usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/DSC02846.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02846.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks familiar? It's the cast from &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;! Only that this is an all-gals cast. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/DSC02714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/DSC02714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you feel the exitement? It's overwhelming.. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pics courtesy of Xan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-115072189417246776?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115072189417246776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115072189417246776&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115072189417246776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115072189417246776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifeline-camp-2006.html' title='Lifeline Camp 2006'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-115012940631819355</id><published>2006-06-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:23:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fossilised... that's what it is... &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/12720448-115012940631819355?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115012940631819355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=115012940631819355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115012940631819355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/115012940631819355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/06/fossilised.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114648798196284359</id><published>2006-05-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:37:19.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week, the &lt;em&gt;Idols&lt;/em&gt; were singing to love songs coached by Andrea Bocelli and David Foster (i think). And the former gave such a stunning performance (&lt;em&gt;picture&lt;/em&gt; fireworks set off during the opening ceremony of the Olympics just before an arrow was released from its bow to light up the Olympics flame.. &lt;em&gt;everyone say aww&lt;/em&gt;...) during results night it gave me a theory, i.e a &lt;em&gt;profound logic&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe. I was actually gritting my teeth hoping that he won't screw it up like the previous performance by Rod Stewart. Although, ironically, all the &lt;em&gt;Idols&lt;/em&gt; performed splendidly during the &lt;em&gt;Classics&lt;/em&gt; night which I would say is far from splendid during &lt;em&gt;love songs&lt;/em&gt; night.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea, so my theory is people perform better NOT knowing they're watched i.e when the situation is.. minus the tension. Well, evidently, since Andrea Bocelli was visionally challenged, his performance was nearly flawless. And I notice that singers who are blind do perform more consistently throughout, well, my observation of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hence, not knowing is better than knowing... ignorance is bliss eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One can't plead ignorance when it comes to the law. That day I got a ticket for parking in a place that was allegedly for &lt;em&gt;MPPJ staff&lt;/em&gt; only. And I specifically asked an &lt;em&gt;MPPJ staff&lt;/em&gt; whether I'm allowed to park there since I didn't see a sign as I enter. And he nicely told me (in a &lt;em&gt;smart alec&lt;/em&gt; kinda manner) that I should park there since the lower levelled parking was full. Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Later when I went to collect my car I received a nice present slid between my windshield wiper noting that I was an offender for parking in a staff ONLY site. Was there a sign? Yes. But it was tucked inside where I only noticed AFTER searching for it AFTER getting the summon. Why can't they place one right before the entrance? I wouldn't have relied on that dumm fela's representation. Now I'll have to pay for something I didn't know I've committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that my chances are slim. I remember getting a ticket in Damansara Uptown for parking in a red zone (i.e only for seasonal parkers). I mean, come on.. why would I want to park there at 7am in the morning (as my ticket says so) where there were noone parked there and pay a whole day's fee? And the parking lot where they claimed to be a red zone was poorly marked in red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also thought how dumm of me that I JUST have to go into a red marked spot where there is so many other unvacated spaces. Crap indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I submitted a letter and my dad said they only gave me a normal reduction. Like everyone would get when they appeal, whether you're in the wrong or not. Come on, isn't the law supposed to be JUST and NOT a business income? People can sink so low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a waiver!! I even envisioned myself tearing up the summon and throwing it in their face if they gave me that crap about "we can only give you a reduction".... I mean, ANYONE can get that! Yeah, only if I'm that brave.. soon after my vision became me being taken away (kicking and screaming.. haha) and thrown in the brig for contempt of authority. Whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Injustice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll see how it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114648798196284359?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114648798196284359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114648798196284359&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114648798196284359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114648798196284359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-week-idols-were-singing-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114629324716122554</id><published>2006-04-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:12:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I've attended first BEC mass of the "&lt;em&gt;football&lt;/em&gt;" season as quoted by Fr. OC. Haha. Thought it was really hilarious that Fr. OC was giving a homily on compassion... after the gospel where Jesus fed 5,000 whilst at the corner of my eye, there were 3 kids gathered (seated) right in front of the home &lt;em&gt;altar&lt;/em&gt; where Fr O.C was, trying to squash this bug. I think they should have succeeded in squashing its guts out.. eww.. I'm sure Fr. wasn't aware of this &lt;em&gt;oximoron-ic&lt;/em&gt; situation.. Hilarious yeah, troubling too I guess.. hmm... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114629324716122554?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114629324716122554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114629324716122554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114629324716122554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114629324716122554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-ive-attended-first-bec-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114605685414810823</id><published>2006-04-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:48:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8uXWMNriio"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8uXWMNriio" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114605685414810823?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114605685414810823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114605685414810823&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114605685414810823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114605685414810823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyes-on-me.html' title='Eyes on Me'/><author><name>Ivy</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114563558661140353</id><published>2006-04-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:06:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never rude nor selfish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not take offense, it is not resentful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a refreshing take on life... and movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114563558661140353?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114563558661140353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114563558661140353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114563558661140353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114563558661140353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-walk-to-remember.html' title='From a Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114527366901084519</id><published>2006-04-17T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:34:29.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Impossible (Somos Novios)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos novios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pues los dos sentimos mutuo amor profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y con eso ya ganamos lo mas grande de este mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos amamos, Nos Besamos, Como novios, Nos deseamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y hasta aveces, sin motivo, sin razon, nos enojamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos novios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mantenemos un cariño limpio y puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como todos, preocuramos el momento mas obscuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para hablarnos, Para Darnos el mas dulce de los besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recordarte que color son los cerezos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sin hacer mas comentarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos novios&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/12720448-114527366901084519?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114527366901084519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114527366901084519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114527366901084519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114527366901084519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-impossible-somos-novios.html' title='It&apos;s Impossible (Somos Novios)'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114502762500027982</id><published>2006-04-14T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:13:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer into my pensieve for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 thoughts occured in my twisted mind today (&lt;em&gt;haha, finally, some brain activity!&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Wonder what goes through another baby's mind when it sees another baby crying its lungs out. I mean..they just stare and think of what actually? Probably observing whether the parents give it &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; attention as anticipated by the baby race? If not, have to try another tactic? hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Wonder how is it like to be just the next car where a poor animal was just rolled over by the car just in front of you. And you will be the one to finish the poor thing off. haih..i wish i NEVER have to experience that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;-If you see a puddle of water and some helpless pedestrian was walking really fast to avoid a you-know-what consequence of some oblivious/purely idiotic drivers, what would you do? drive through that puddle and drench the poor thing? WRONG! &amp;amp;@*#! you see, I was that poor pedestrian. And ok, i wasn't drench...BUT that's besides the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114502762500027982?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114502762500027982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114502762500027982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114502762500027982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114502762500027982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/peer-into-my-pensieve-for-day.html' title='Peer into my pensieve for the day...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114459086863481133</id><published>2006-04-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:56:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Exalted Him--based on Philippians 2:5-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He became a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ became a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And laid aside the glory He had known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To be a carpenter, a simple carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A lowly servant, rejected by His own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But God exalted Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;God has uplifted Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And has given Him a name above all names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That every knee should bow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In earth and in heav'n above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He became a man&lt;br /&gt;Christ became a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whose destiny was death upon a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still He became a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A gentle, loving man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A man of sorrow, acquainted with grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But God exalted Him&lt;br /&gt;God has uplifted Him&lt;br /&gt;And has given Him a name above all names&lt;br /&gt;That every knee should bow&lt;br /&gt;In earth and heav'n above&lt;br /&gt;And every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Loved this song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114459086863481133?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114459086863481133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114459086863481133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114459086863481133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114459086863481133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-exalted-him-based-on-philippians.html' title='God Exalted Him--based on Philippians 2:5-11'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114399157512009321</id><published>2006-04-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:43:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Still You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I can see your light&lt;br /&gt;And you will always shine&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you’re heart in mine&lt;br /&gt;Your face I've memorized&lt;br /&gt;I idolize just you&lt;br /&gt;I look up to&lt;br /&gt;Everything you are&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes you do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;And after all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;You’re still you&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;You’re still you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked past me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Time changes everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One truth always stays the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re still you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re still you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In my eyes you do no wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I believe in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Although you never asked me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will remember you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And what life put you through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And in this cruel and lonely world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve found one love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re still you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re still you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114399157512009321?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114399157512009321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114399157512009321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114399157512009321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114399157512009321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-still-you.html' title='You&apos;re Still You'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114365110431095390</id><published>2006-03-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:00:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Your Birth Month Means</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Stubborn and hard-hearted &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(definitely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Strong-willed and highly motivated &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(sometimes only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Sharp thoughts &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Easily angered &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(yes, can definitely lose it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Attracts others and loves attention &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hell yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Deep feelings &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(ugh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Beautiful physically and mentally &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hell yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Firm standpoint &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(dunno about that... hey, I've actually answered that..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Easily influenced &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(kinda..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Needs no motivation &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(well, I do need alot of motivation to get out of bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Easily consoled &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(sometimes only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Systematic (left brain) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(at times..does arranging my desktop counts?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Loves to dream &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(well, my dream-tv is currently not transmitting anything..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Strong clairvoyance &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(what? think i'll go with hell yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Understanding &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(depend on mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Sickness usually in the ear and neck &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(huh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Good imagination &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(don't think so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Good debating skills &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(no!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Good physical &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hell yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Weak breathing &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(well, yeah, last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Loves literature and the arts &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(lit? no. arts... no also.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Loves traveling&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Dislike being at home &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(50% accurate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Restless &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(yes!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Hardworking &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(ugh.. if forced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* High spirited &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hey, this is a repeat, tak aci)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Spendthrift &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hell no..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if all else fails, this post is meant to *strongly* hint that my birthday is coming up... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114365110431095390?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114365110431095390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114365110431095390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114365110431095390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114365110431095390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-your-birth-month-means.html' title='What Your Birth Month Means'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114347175901281320</id><published>2006-03-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:21:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW3--Wonderful World, the 3rd Realm. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya know, back when I was in high school, I used to follow all this irc/online-ing frenzy trends such as having a cybersis(s), where one consequentially became a petsis, before she dumped me.. heeh.. Hey, I was damm hurt man. She dumped me for a cuter gal! lol.. or prolly she can't stand me being &lt;em&gt;cuter&lt;/em&gt; kua.. Then there was a cyberbro (who i incidentally found out to be alive and kicking on friendster) and ahem... all these ppl who send me birthday cards whom I've never met before.. and even one particular guy who I was totally crazy about.. (more in awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually pretty amusing when I think about it as I was relating it to a friend the other day. Years then, heh.. think was about form 3? Notti notti.... pmr year and it just had to be the year I found this new realm of reality--well anyway.. me and my friends--we were so "&lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt;" this new realm of reality as it were where it terbawak-bawak till in classroom. Chatting using papers and putting up nice &lt;em&gt;chatrooms&lt;/em&gt; and inviting others to come and yak.. passing the papers around while the teacher is well.. ya know, teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that aside, I even remember terikut-ikut my friends to do the &lt;em&gt;YMCA&lt;/em&gt; anyway.. like stand up while the teacher was scribbling on the whiteboard (well, obviously with her back before us) and going on about some calculus thing or issit some e=mc2 thingy. Oopss.... wrong class. lol. Well we just stood up and just flung our hands in the air in the form of the acronym.. while the others were sniggering.. never thought I was so notti ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well.. back to IRC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy in some pj school chatroom #samad. Or issit #smsj? Dunno lar... too many.. That time, I was hunting for some cute chessplayer--preferably in the national team (I know, I'm abit sad and lame).. think still am. Which explains why ppl kept coming to me sayin, you are those ppl who look really young but is actually oldddd rite.... haha. I need to grow up more. Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm abit of a &lt;em&gt;chessnut&lt;/em&gt; back then... and I was quite coined with that nickname in highschool.... which is totally &lt;em&gt;uncool&lt;/em&gt; when I think about it now. Blek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was busy &lt;em&gt;scouting&lt;/em&gt;, I did happen to find that cute chessplayer on #samad. He's damm cute man. I can still remember when I was in this tourney. He didn't know me, then I happened to pass by--on my way back to the tourney room. Then I saw him. And he smiled. Aww... cute la that guy. Like Nick Carter look-alike (way, way, back then)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily there was this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guy who happened to message me at about the same time when I stumbled on that cute &lt;em&gt;national&lt;/em&gt; chessplayer. And I think the only reason why he msg-ed me is becoz I was using some chessplayer nickname like &lt;em&gt;kasprv&lt;/em&gt; or something.. guess he also looking for cute chessplayer yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from then on, he kept msg-ing me on IRC.. and I was just--oklor, layan him. At that time, he didn't interest me that much, since he doesn't play chess. So I will be waiting for the cute &lt;em&gt;national&lt;/em&gt; chessplayer and while waiting, will chat with this guy. Funnily, he was always online. hah.. then when I always see him online and we yak-ed, I kinda.. well.. &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; to talk to him. He's pretty interesting and we are about the same &lt;em&gt;frequency&lt;/em&gt;, lol. I even yak-ed &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; with him than the cute &lt;em&gt;national&lt;/em&gt; chessplayer. harhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he wanted to meet me and he somehow went into #cbn and talked to a whole bunch of my friends to check me out. Well, he wanted to have breakfast. But I was on strict policy not to meet ppl whom I've met online. Plus, ya know what he told me? He told me he is very, very ugly. And his grades were pretty bad.. and that scared me a little.. hmm.. must remember.. that time my mind was 15 years old. lol. Anyway, it was also partly becoz my parents would &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; kill me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then one day, I got cheated, by my friends... we met up to skate, kononnye... set me up. Suddenly, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was there. Wah.... my friend told me. And I was like.. stumped. I was so stumped and embarassed of course.. that I pretend I didn't know he was there. At that time, he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; ugly to me. It kinda grew into me when he represented himself as one and it kind of met the reality although that was not true of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's actually really good-looking. To me, that is.. Well the best part is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After a few months I think, I went for a chess tournament, in Sunway College. And do you know who was there? &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; guy. And you know what else? His name was listed as one of the top chessplayers in the country. He's a damm good &lt;em&gt;national&lt;/em&gt; chessplayer. Which, sadly, I never noticed before. And I was like..... what?!? And all this while, I treated him like a normal person.. I even remember explaining to him something about chess. Feel damm stupid man.... And I was like... super super pissed. He totally misrepresented himself online. Never in a million years... he's in the nationals? haih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Till today, I'm still wondering whether he was trying to be modest i.e to get me to like him for who he is or just being a plain con-artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, I can't remember what happened after that.. it kinda desolved. Together with my IRC days. But I did see him around in tournaments but I don't think he recognises me or probably he doesn't want anything to do with me. Yea well. I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ride. An ironic one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny how I can yak soo much online but when you meet me in person I'm a person of little words... and I just remembered... have to do up all those darn audit programs!!! argh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114347175901281320?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114347175901281320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114347175901281320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114347175901281320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114347175901281320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/ww3-wonderful-world-3rd-realm-lol.html' title='WW3--Wonderful World, the 3rd Realm. lol.'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114328715971242735</id><published>2006-03-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:18:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till There Was You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/Chutters42-1087256038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/320/Chutters42-1087256038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were bells on a hill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never heard them ringing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I never heard them at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till there was you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were birds in the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never saw them winging &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I never saw them at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till there was you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there was music and wonderful roses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they tell me in in sweet fragrant meadows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of dawn and dew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was love all around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never heard it singing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I never heard it at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till there was you &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/12720448-114328715971242735?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114328715971242735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114328715971242735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114328715971242735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114328715971242735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/till-there-was-you.html' title='Till There Was You'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114276238555153051</id><published>2006-03-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:51:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Look, The Sky is Still Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always wondered what would have gone through someone's mind just before they commit suicide. Some choose to kill themselves in such a horrible way. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;? Living in this world must have been so unbearable that they want out. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reasons&lt;/em&gt;? Debt, love, school/work pressure and grades, even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Often, I hear people saying that those who commit suicide are cowards. I don't reckon. It takes incredible amount of courage. But I do feel awfully sad for them to have been bold enough to see it through. It must have been excruciatingly painful to continue living than the pains of killing oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would anyone in the sanest mind frame commit such an act? Do they truly know what they're about to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, they've beg God to forgive them in that very moment they realize that they were going to die and it was a mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please Lord, would you have mercy on them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is in memory of a friend I've lost and to all those who have taken that road less traveled.&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/12720448-114276238555153051?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114276238555153051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114276238555153051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114276238555153051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114276238555153051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/stop-and-look-sky-is-still-blue.html' title='Stop and Look, The Sky is Still Blue'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114269833006247274</id><published>2006-03-18T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:57:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a difference between solidarity and being lonely. One can be with everyone they cared for and still feel utterly lonely. For me there is not really a clear difference since most of the time it's fused. I wish I could be more matured and grow up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i finally went out today... out of sheer desperation. Items bought: toiletries [i'm literally out of toothpaste], a book! [gosh, that always gives me a shock since i got so many books which i've started and not finished, piled up in a box-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a lid, no doubt to make it &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; accessible], birthday cards, baju's, a dunkin donut [yeah, one, and it's still sitting next to me], drank a &lt;em&gt;wong lou kat&lt;/em&gt;, had &lt;em&gt;teppanyaki&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;burger king&lt;/em&gt;, all in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and I even learnt how to make &lt;em&gt;tong yuen's&lt;/em&gt; from Evelyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; efficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, the book i bought is titled The Little Prince. I've been hearing about it recently.. think it's just calling me to buy... finally gave in today. Think it should be easy to read.. since got alot of pictures.. and nice quality paper.. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so pathetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wish I have more money... to buy some clothes which are slightly over my budget.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, maybe not just slightly.. but twice as slightly? a half cardigan for 80 bucks and a full cardigan for 140 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so pathetic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fashion woes as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114269833006247274?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114269833006247274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114269833006247274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114269833006247274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114269833006247274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-rantings.html' title='Some Rantings'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114191143929224625</id><published>2006-03-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:51:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon River</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Moon river, wider than a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm crossin' you in style some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Old dream maker, you heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two drifters, off to see the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's such a lot of world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Old dream maker, you heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two drifters, off to see the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's such a lot of world to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're after that same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me&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/12720448-114191143929224625?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114191143929224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114191143929224625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114191143929224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114191143929224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/moon-river.html' title='Moon River'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114147432459844467</id><published>2006-03-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:52:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What day is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And in what month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been losing so much time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All of the things that I want to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just aren't coming out right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know where to go from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Something about you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't quite figure out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything she does is beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything she does is right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What day is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And in what month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allergic to alcohol! I can't believe it! arghhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114147432459844467?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114147432459844467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114147432459844467&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114147432459844467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114147432459844467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114112544652355742</id><published>2006-02-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:17:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked God to  give me happiness. God said, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I give  you blessings; Happiness is up to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114112544652355742?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114112544652355742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114112544652355742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114112544652355742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114112544652355742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/ponder-for-day.html' title='Ponder for the Day'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114097293957557001</id><published>2006-02-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:15:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I get misty, just holding your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Walk my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And a thousand violins begin to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or it might be the sound of your hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That music I hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I get misty the moment you're near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You can say that you're leading me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's just what I want you to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I'm following you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would I wander through this wonderland alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never knowing my right foot from my left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My hat from my glove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too misty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and too much in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~do you believe how songs can suddenly make one happy? this does.. when i heard it over the radio.. with johnny mathis.. and the beautiful orchestra.. wish i can hear it again..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114097293957557001?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114097293957557001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114097293957557001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114097293957557001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114097293957557001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/misty.html' title='Misty...'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12720448.post-114071589864906219</id><published>2006-02-24T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:55:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Wave Your Hands in the Air, Like You Just Don't Care..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/1600/24083785340354l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/1091/400/24083785340354l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; ~Lifeline Camp 2005~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12720448-114071589864906219?l=achessaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114071589864906219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12720448&amp;postID=114071589864906219&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114071589864906219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12720448/posts/default/114071589864906219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achessaddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/everyone-wave-your-hands-in-air-like.html' title='Everyone Wave Your Hands in the Air, Like You Just Don&apos;t Care..'/><author><name>Irene Sim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01443303958314801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XRFdyJ6mar4/R8va63NzNjI/AAAAAAAAACY/I8dKcDw1wls/S220/IMG_1049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
