<?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-37108203</id><updated>2011-09-26T03:36:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HENRY :</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>429</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6875557377132599382</id><published>2011-03-09T21:56:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:28:19.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 603px; height: 452px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1929.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just came back from hand over at HP!&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe because i wasn't in singapore for the whole of last week, i'm still not bored of doing absolutely nothing useful. Although on alternate days i make it a point to do some exercise, the rest of the time I would just sleep, eat and rot at home whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i'm back there's alot of birthday celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 408px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1882.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1780-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 459px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1783.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was Eileentan's 21th celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at hardrock. I'm totally not a fan of that place. I mean like it's noisy, noisy and noisy. What's more the food is just average?&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's was fun with peops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 608px; height: 455px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1800-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One, two, three, four &amp;amp; five!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's five! It's like so long since i "gathered" with so many of my classmates ok! I was only like 3 of the bali trip -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 403px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1827.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 405px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1796.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1925.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a life with a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are everywhere. With dreams, people can achieve greatness.&lt;br /&gt;Men are great for the dreams they have.&lt;br /&gt;People become great because of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It is dreams that make a person great.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are everywhere, dreams are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But is it our dreams at the same time, the root to all sadness?&lt;br /&gt;At young, we all dream to be doted by our parents.&lt;br /&gt;As we grow we began to have more dreams.&lt;br /&gt;We start to dream that we might be happy forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;We start to dream that we have friends that will be there for us forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;We start to dream that someone might appear and love us forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;We start to dream that we might not need to walk down the route alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing about our dreams is that they are often unrealistic and a big half of them won’t come true.&lt;br /&gt;So won’t life be better if we throw away all this dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your dream of self deceives.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, pray &amp;amp; love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You friend is not going to suddenly come back and ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;You crush is not going to suddenly wake up one day and feel love erupting.&lt;br /&gt;You parents aint going to suddenly love you more as if you are the only in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There again, (the contradicting part) what is life without a dream? So to dream or not to dream, that’s the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats, you just wasted ten mins of your life reading this totally crap&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6875557377132599382?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6875557377132599382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6875557377132599382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-life-with-dream-dreams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/th_SAM_1929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-73855632841296180</id><published>2011-03-06T13:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:19:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday madam chong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 594px; height: 792px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1740.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Madam chong's 21th birthday celebration yesterday at a nice place along boat quay. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADAM CHONG. Thanks for having me over and sorry that i left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1733.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 599px; height: 446px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1729.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think i'm going through yet another transition (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept&lt;/span&gt;) of my life. I think i will be a even better [okay, i mean slightly better] person after this? The recent "predicament" was truly thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends or foe?&lt;br /&gt;Love or hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life never promised a smooth journey from the start from the start. So, yeah stop acting like a bitch and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;BYE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-73855632841296180?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/73855632841296180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/73855632841296180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/03/photobucket_06.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/th_SAM_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1047194905542737921</id><published>2011-03-05T08:48:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:19:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;Singapore has lightning fast internet and smooth road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 442px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/IMG_7443.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back  from my short holiday. Actually  it's nothing much but like what was  said, every journey is an  experience and every experience is a form of  learning and growing.  Still suffering from all the mosquito bite. It's  damm itchy now. Other  than that, life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best it can be - time to move on, henry.&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/37108203-1047194905542737921?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1047194905542737921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1047194905542737921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/03/singapore-has-lighting-fast-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/th_IMG_7443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6599766116938625814</id><published>2011-03-02T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:53:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evolution (biological or organic evolution) is the change over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many of the times, we always talk about the changes in people and the changes in our surroundings. But when it comes to relationship with people, evolution of the way people interact seems to be even more complex. It's different now.&lt;br /&gt;What's so different? The person that you have in mind now or the way we interact? Evolution in relationship obviously means a change in the relationship. But how do we measure the level of positive in the change?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i cannot help to wonder why is there such bad turn over rate for a successful evolution?&lt;br /&gt;And why are we gambling when we know we can't take the risk?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that more and more uncertainty as i start to reach the big two.&lt;br /&gt;All that meant to be and suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts and questions of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up your ideas, henry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6599766116938625814?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6599766116938625814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6599766116938625814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/03/evolution-biological-or-organic.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8369998284045514252</id><published>2011-03-01T22:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:50:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 671px; HEIGHT: 495px" height="552" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_1257.jpg" width="702" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day two at bali. Caught the sun set today.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone felt blessed and happy at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;The moment that seems to be full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't give up - there's hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8369998284045514252?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8369998284045514252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8369998284045514252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/03/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/th_SAM_1257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1942750706561055379</id><published>2011-02-27T18:47:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:09:27.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLiflN7joUc/TWo4xug-T-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/rXOkx2q_kmc/s1600/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 659px; height: 470px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/SAM_0753.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(-HENRY:)              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The path of life ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;Often we ain't dejected over the stuffs people do, but we are just emotional about the fact the we can no longer see "them" walking down the route with us. When dreams (of friendship or love) come crashing down, we tear as we are too emotionally attachment to the glimpse of hope called "forever". We jolly well know that we can still make it through the process of being independent but yet we stubbornly chose to repeatedly ignore everything and believe in that same glimpse of hope (or the next). The same or the next(person), we are all just moving along all the pit stop in search for an individual that can walk us down the route. Is that what life is about?&lt;br /&gt;The search of who will leave and who will stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it?&lt;br /&gt;Then who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1942750706561055379?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1942750706561055379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1942750706561055379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/photobucket_27.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/th_SAM_0753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7021679486304310817</id><published>2011-02-25T16:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:50:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXw-Pw74n8Q/TWdoPN_MEVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uoi7vdmS6ec/s1600/END.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541274183668050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXw-Pw74n8Q/TWdoPN_MEVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uoi7vdmS6ec/s400/END.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's there to say? That's all, for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the things that happend seems to be so insignificant now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are all nothing more then just a human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye(:   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 374px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/180827_1758383552867_1037352019_32134637_7053854_n.jpg" width="593" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 383px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/kjuj/183983_1758385392913_1037352019_32134645_5216489_n.jpg" width="494" height="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7021679486304310817?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7021679486304310817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7021679486304310817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXw-Pw74n8Q/TWdoPN_MEVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/uoi7vdmS6ec/s72-c/END.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7264952927466944386</id><published>2011-02-25T10:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:10:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8sKjEac4vM/TWcb7sWbpxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Kc7bBCGmGWs/s1600/last.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 55px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577457375853127442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8sKjEac4vM/TWcb7sWbpxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Kc7bBCGmGWs/s400/last.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:380;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXr3JubPU0E/TWcUdiJ0_7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5pJrPhSZ_nc/s1600/SAM_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577449161138438066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXr3JubPU0E/TWcUdiJ0_7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5pJrPhSZ_nc/s400/SAM_0569.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXr3JubPU0E/TWcUdiJ0_7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5pJrPhSZ_nc/s1600/SAM_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Great, i shall blog because the people here don't care about what I'm doing today because it's me last day! :D I've packed up all my stuffs already, ok i threw most of my stuffs away. I left thank you notes with cookies and chocolate on people's desk because half of them aint here today. I'm super envy of other people. I don't even have a farewell party can! But oh well,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Don't ask me why im taking photo with you card! You wont understand the feeling of non existence colleges unless you work here)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVgFog5blQ/TWcVOaazffI/AAAAAAAAA00/pyTjhLEzsa8/s1600/SAM_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577450000875748850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVgFog5blQ/TWcVOaazffI/AAAAAAAAA00/pyTjhLEzsa8/s400/SAM_0570.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVgFog5blQ/TWcVOaazffI/AAAAAAAAA00/pyTjhLEzsa8/s1600/SAM_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Will i miss this place? Well i don't know about that but i'm sure in the future this period of time will pop out during the walk down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think in a way or so, i have grown during this three months time. I think those working adults "stimulated" my growth uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more loud alarm to wake me up - period, this excites me the most! Next, I need to think about my plans for the long long free time i will get before i'm enlisted to ns. I sort of rejected my OIC when she asked about temp job. Stupid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is a silly boy and he needs sometime to do the things he wants'&lt;br /&gt;1.8K is only going to get him a bigger tummy and bigger eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;He wants free time to sit at starbucks to sketch over a cup of coffee and cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistic? Not really, he failed art fyi. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eR4FpM9wMU/TWcX_WUb3VI/AAAAAAAAA08/zlrnmUvaf4w/s1600/SAM_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eR4FpM9wMU/TWcX_WUb3VI/AAAAAAAAA08/zlrnmUvaf4w/s1600/SAM_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eR4FpM9wMU/TWcX_WUb3VI/AAAAAAAAA08/zlrnmUvaf4w/s1600/SAM_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577453040612138322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eR4FpM9wMU/TWcX_WUb3VI/AAAAAAAAA08/zlrnmUvaf4w/s400/SAM_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all result of the things we do. From the day we were born, we slowly pathed ourselves to where we are today. We got hurt because we chose to take the risk. We are smiling because we chose to forget. We are not smiling because we chose not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I've been thinking. Everything is... just comes together. It's me. I chose this. I chose all this. This (life has) been waiting for me my entire life. It's entire life, even thought i wasn't born yet all this has been staged a million, billion years ago. It's been waiting, to come here. Right, right here. I've been moving towards it my entire life. The minute I was born, every breath that I've taken, every action has been leading me to how i'm feeling " (edited_from_127 hours) &lt;/p&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/37108203-7264952927466944386?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7264952927466944386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7264952927466944386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-i-shall-blog-because-people-here.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8sKjEac4vM/TWcb7sWbpxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Kc7bBCGmGWs/s72-c/last.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7437951048907104061</id><published>2011-02-18T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:33:44.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8tVVb6CtvI/TV6N7PJF5II/AAAAAAAAA0k/nsvp05YUnhE/s1600/SAM_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8tVVb6CtvI/TV6N7PJF5II/AAAAAAAAA0k/nsvp05YUnhE/s400/SAM_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575049437547717762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They say when you believe in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally sometime back home to blog. I have been diligent in blogging to count down to the end of ipp. It's just that, photobucket is cranky and I can't seem to post photos up. The default blogger uploader? Are you kidding me? I don't even think that should exist as a function for blogger. So yeah, until I find alternative to post those photo up, those entry is goanna stay in the draft folder. I mean like my life ain't that interesting until people will read my blog entry that contains only words right. I know, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, was kind of busy since the start of this week. Deployed to ubi on Monday and tus. Rushed my IPP report, nus and passport stuffs from weds untill today. I'm glad because my supervisor finally sign on the doted line of the report and i'm certain to get my passport on weds! This means I can fly to Bali on this coming Friday without doubt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from my jog and I'm feeling much more refresh now. Was caught by a gush of blues the arose from - I don't know. So i went home to meet my parents for dinner. I hate how i always have this random sentiments on the smallest things that can happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think indeed we have grown more mature and stronger in some sense over the years but the ironic thing is that we have become weaker to a certain extend. In life, these two are not mutually exclusive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need no airplane, shooting stars or 11:11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just need care and concern that comes right from the bottom of the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7437951048907104061?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7437951048907104061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7437951048907104061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-sometime-back-home-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8tVVb6CtvI/TV6N7PJF5II/AAAAAAAAA0k/nsvp05YUnhE/s72-c/SAM_0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7408449884602940537</id><published>2011-02-10T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:47:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 49 of work.</title><content type='html'>Tired or very tired? No! I&amp;#39;m dying. Feel so drained off after doing one full day or flash coding. After staring at the screen for such long hours, I don&amp;#39;t even feel like typing with my laptop. I&amp;#39;m on mobile. Ouch, my head hurts. &lt;br&gt;Ok, I&amp;#39;m off to watch TV. &lt;p&gt;I never told you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7408449884602940537?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7408449884602940537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7408449884602940537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-49-of-work.html' title='Day 49 of work.'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-9025092718010077130</id><published>2011-02-09T20:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:45:37.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STONE_EDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180844_1732802793364_1037352019_32088715_6880039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180844_1732802793364_1037352019_32088715_6880039_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, it's only work every day. As the days goes by, I find it harder and harder to drag myself out of bed and prepare for work. Every single day, I would just sit on my sofa and stone till I realized that I’m getting late for work. Stupid isn't it? Althought work is manageable, subconsciously i cannot help to feel stress out everyday simply because the next working day is coming within hours. LOOK AT THAT TWO STUPID PIMPLES ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  (ANYWAY, See the stone face. This shot is because they said that I always have too much expression) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing out of the norm work routine recently. I don't know if it's because I mixed too much with the "old people" [I really mean old people, it's like either my dad's age or those grandma age one], but it seems like I now see things differently. The things that used be so persisted on, they to me now are just some of the things I have to learn to let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was in school for a short will just now. I kind of feel sentimental about graduating soon. I miss those times when I was in school. How I offend people right all the way back from FMO. HAHA! Maybe if I re-join fmo again, I probably will be nice and not offend any people. After all it's the people that make school feel like school. But there again, maybe it's because of the "happening" events that magnifies the fun in school. I miss the school - but that's because I miss the people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to skip lecture and go for star bucks. I want to skip practical and go home for my nap. I want to copy in quiz and not get caught. I want to go for PE and be bimbo. I want to irritate my classmates and see their dulan face. I want to say something during tutorial and hear the whole class laugh. I want to do stupid things and let passerby stare at me. I want to spam bubble tea and ice cream during breaks. And I want to bitch about random passerby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww, school rocks. Wait no, attachment sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168400_1732804393404_1037352019_32088722_717932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168400_1732804393404_1037352019_32088722_717932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180324_1732803473381_1037352019_32088718_2756779_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 more working days!&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-9025092718010077130?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9025092718010077130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9025092718010077130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/stoneeddd.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8427364404624001475</id><published>2011-02-01T21:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:06:23.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 550px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/168443_1706539717041_1644491822_1627407_769288_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more time to spend by myself nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;A kind of quietness.&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;And a life sparkle by independence.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Myself, and I&lt;br /&gt;I feel peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Life has evolved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on to my next frame in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 582px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/167168_1706538597013_1644491822_1627405_4967937_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;我喜欢，所以我（会？）习惯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8427364404624001475?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8427364404624001475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8427364404624001475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/02/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7689550052048403937</id><published>2011-01-30T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:29:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when i thought 2010 will be the significant year in my entire life, given the many incidents to remember, the first month of 2011 already made me ate those words back. &lt;div&gt;It's either i have suddenly become brighter or dumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things that matter suddenly seems to be so..unimportant and minor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pieces that i thought i was made up of starts to feel so unreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly got this, "Hey! It's time to start living again" feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world has too much sad people procrastinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And too much happy people smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't beat them but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still i have to find myself soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7689550052048403937?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7689550052048403937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7689550052048403937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-when-i-thought-2010-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-563658623616568851</id><published>2011-01-27T21:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:30:30.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbv2tnjs4h1qctyalo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 339px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbv2tnjs4h1qctyalo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i feel that if i had another chance, i would probably go take up some composition writing class- seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, i don't really feel the same everyday with each particular day is concluded with emotions that varies. But my blog, obviously only depicts all happenings of my life to be of extreme negativeness. Blame it on my poor command of English language. I seriously envy those people that makes so much sense in those entries they post on their blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, to a certain extend, it seems like my virtual depression mode is already the norm in my social networking until nobody really bothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, am i that bitchy boy on twitter or the depressed and soon going to suicide dude on blogger? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, on some days i'm bitchy and on some days my world is feel of dejection. Apart from those days, i'm a normal irritating 19 years old living on the face of this earth leading life as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems like, when ever i spend time alone i tend to sink into my own train of thoughts while emotions overflow. It's my routine to be honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes when things goes wrong and i feel bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mental devourer of boy is being neglected by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's my fault? My fault for not being able to draw a clear line between my stream of thoughts and my stream of emotions. It's my fault for not being detailed enough in my expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sorry to everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my bad to take so long to some to realization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last couple of years living on earth, i always thought i was a good verbal communicator. But, i guess i'm wrong. I failed to communicate my definition of the things in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a friend means to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a treasured individual means to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what I can do for them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for making all the non-intellectual movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so you apologize for truth." -Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the truth is, i'm not getting this world right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my apologies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-563658623616568851?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/563658623616568851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/563658623616568851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1281190511191859533</id><published>2011-01-26T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:54:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfcswqlYrd1qzn34eo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1296135313&amp;amp;Signature=/05QinkLP9uLBChYqFm%2BmUEUpdQ%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 511px" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfcswqlYrd1qzn34eo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1296135313&amp;amp;Signature=/05QinkLP9uLBChYqFm%2BmUEUpdQ%3D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you see the things in a different way, you will get a whole new perspective.&lt;div&gt;It's not escaping from reality but giving time off to let things cool down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not emotional, but just a discreet tearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not over reacting but just expressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are who we believe we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the things that you don't have that makes you look at the things you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop feeling inferior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i know i should? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1281190511191859533?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1281190511191859533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1281190511191859533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_6168.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-807083958626686633</id><published>2011-01-25T08:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:07:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Stand up for something even if it means standing alone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood by principle ever since i knew that this ain't a perfect world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, i wont fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, i will stand up if i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no matter what, i will be fine one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life as it is, full of sorrows and joy. You won't know what will happen but as long as you tried your best, there's nothing to be regretful of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, i know, I'm struggling lately too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer that strong, no longer that invulnerable  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there again, this means that i have started living in this world isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People coming in and walking out freely. It isn't a simple task to just socialized and act as if you don't care about there frequent departure and prestige return after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling kind of incertitude as the days goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what i'm heading towards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With uni choices to be made again and the new upcoming chapters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer is now lost at the choice of words for the future pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does the future holds? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still bitchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still growing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;yucks, i thinking i sound like a old kopitiam uncle alike &lt;/i&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/37108203-807083958626686633?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/807083958626686633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/807083958626686633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/stand-up-for-something-even-if-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5283592574567013010</id><published>2011-01-22T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:42:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n1livZHmd04?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when i do my work in the office i would just pluck in my ear piece and listen to all the random songs on youtube. This is one of the song that caught my attention. I literally stop every single thing i'm doing and stared blindly on the screen. There ain't any fantastic effect or what, it's just simple singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the few mins i lost myself in the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, i almost cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to post the lyrics, cause i know nobody will even bother to read. Still if you are interested you can find them &lt;a href="http://168crystal.com/cgi-bin/topic.cgi?forum=59&amp;amp;topic=117"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually wanted to translate it but i gave up half way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why i'm afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The resonn why i am who i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5283592574567013010?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5283592574567013010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5283592574567013010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n1livZHmd04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3725770191633243835</id><published>2011-01-21T08:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:48:04.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life and it's decision making process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6f8i35so1qc9e8lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6f8i35so1qc9e8lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either you have it or don't. It's either you want it or you don't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, in life actually the aint much chance for you to be sitting on the fence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Should i do this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, most of the time when you ask this question, you yourself already have the answer to it already. You are just giving yourself a chance to make it justifiable to the other opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no such thing as in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either you are feeling it or you are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either you are feeling great or you are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either he's(she is) into you or he(she) is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's either your partner is a totally jerk or his not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"In between" is just a process you go through in the mist of determining your final choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a process, not a choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the process only happens within a time frame. After the invisible deadline is here, close your eyes, trust yourself and make your decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that, there's no turning back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breath hard and keep breathing. No regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3725770191633243835?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3725770191633243835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3725770191633243835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-either-you-have-it-or-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1448663684902439638</id><published>2011-01-18T21:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:24:44.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A little wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5275896344_f24059aa24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5275896344_f24059aa24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long long time ago, i always wished that i have the someone special beside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person that will be there, be my everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if i have to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4111/5056849526_820f7132e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4111/5056849526_820f7132e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The someone that would plan our future together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5056234383_1da2f8556f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5056234383_1da2f8556f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend lazy weekends at home with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5056236103_25e3586c8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5056236103_25e3586c8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all my maths for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/5014233126_4f12e85339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/5014233126_4f12e85339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5013627305_6e11fabbde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5013627305_6e11fabbde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , We can go out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5013630215_820cba42bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5013630215_820cba42bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook dinner together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4877608368_67953a2c80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4877608368_67953a2c80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do art together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4575036891_00a60f5b16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4575036891_00a60f5b16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide from the world together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3507/4011555057_41258752f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share all the nice stuff together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/4012287508_ab7e00c5b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/4012287508_ab7e00c5b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN TAN TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4284381448_4547e46f64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2722/4284381448_4547e46f64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DREAM TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know this ain't going to come true in my life. Not from someone special, not even from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is just to pretend i don't care because i know this wish aint going to come through.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont care.&lt;br /&gt;I Really.. really ..dont care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1448663684902439638?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1448663684902439638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1448663684902439638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5275896344_f24059aa24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6551992071584408149</id><published>2011-01-18T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:43:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6wmdB1771qcf25xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 364px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6wmdB1771qcf25xo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i might be one of the most prickliest person you ever know. Still, can i have a hug? &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/37108203-6551992071584408149?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6551992071584408149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6551992071584408149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-might-be-one-of-most-prickliest.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5863226944967022545</id><published>2011-01-17T09:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:40:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240;"&gt;MONDAY MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 503px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAxMjgtMjAxMTAxMTMtMTg0Ni5qcGc.jpg" width="431" height="604" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime as we grow, we tend to lose bit by bit of what we used to have as things starts to get more complex. I was reading someone’s blog just now and the person was like saying how growing up sucks. Simply because when you grow up things get complicated. When you were young, ice cream is simply something sweet, but when you are all grown up, you start to worry about the calories instead of just enjoying the pleasure of eating the sweet cone. Pretty much true isn’t it? [Well, at least for me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I was super *[I can’t find a word for this]* about my life. Though i had no great aspiration to be a doctor or a fireman, a scientist or even a singer like my peers had. But still in me, I could see a direction in which none could. I was clear in what I wanted in life even when the way ahead seems hard.&lt;br /&gt;Through the things that happen in my life, there were still times where I felt helpless but miraculously at my few darkest moment, courage would seems slowly gather and make the boy feel braver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I don’t remember tearing and running towards my parents for comfort because something bad happened. I’m a strong kid and I’m always proud of that. But that was until a few years back. It seems to me that I’m starting to get more and more lost in this unfeeling world. It seems that I have lost the decisiveness I once had and it seems to me that I no long know what I’m heading for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost the part of me that would stand against everything just to protect the dreams that I have. Well, its part and parcel of life isn’t it? What is left in my now is stubbornness to admit that well, maybe I really have reached my limit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I now need someone by my side now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I now need someone to talk to before making important decision.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I now need someone to talk care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I’m still to stubborn to admit that I’ve been wrong all these time thinking that I can handle life by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no matter what, I’m still me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 496px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAxMjYtMjAxMTAxMTItMTczMi5qcGc.jpg" width="400" height="592" /&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/37108203-5863226944967022545?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5863226944967022545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5863226944967022545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometime-as-we-grow-we-tend-to-lose-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5955109578698636413</id><published>2011-01-14T16:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:30:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello, im back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haven not been caring about this space for quite sometime again.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I guess it’s alright uh?&lt;br /&gt;People used to check out blogs on a daily basic but now, with twitter around people only check blogs when there are new feeds. I don’t know if that’s a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it’s just everyday is very mundane. It’s always about the same routine and pattern. Oh yeah, I sort of gotten into cold war with my partner after the two days at ubi. I like the boss at ubi and my new supervisor! Ok, that’s beside the point, I doubt except for me nobody knows who they are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know how I have been lately actually. It’s seems like spilt personality. Remember I used to feel that I act differently or rather adapt into the crowd when I’m with different people. Recently I realized that it’s getting serious (?) I’m not sure if I should use the word serious because I can’t decide if it’s a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I’m just worried that people might just stereotype what kind of person I am because of the particular way I interact with them. Drop it, I don’t know what im trying to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the office right now, and it’s the first time I’m blogging using the company’s office because I seriously got nothing to do. (Not because im slack ok, it’s because the project I’m in is still in the mist of development and I have nothing to do with the development side.)&lt;br /&gt;It weird typing with all my IC and colleagues around my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy ipp because they is more hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Actually everytime when I hang out with my bunch of friends, I get a lot of different emotions. Some positive, some negative. I really enjoy their company, but sometimes I feel kind of lonely even with this big bunch of people. It feels as thought I lost something, but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I don’t know if its work or what but I always feel very tired at night.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I would lay one my bed feeling so weak and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Work as it is, 30 more days till the end of ipp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since im free now I shall upload some overdue photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post FYPJ Steamboat gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/35590_469767158742_771428742_5744663_4927263_n.jpg" width="486" height="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random outing to watch TOURIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; HEIGHT: 407px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/166827_1270430858100_1749743991_483714_4674670_n.jpg" width="357" height="531" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 498px; HEIGHT: 423px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/166189_484617673931_539623931_6156042_159379_n.jpg" width="465" height="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/167724_484616928931_539623931_6156036_1847298_n.jpg" width="499" height="683" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB PRODUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 368px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/68274_10150149770123835_836048834_8185513_4401848_n.jpg" width="574" height="444" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 462px; HEIGHT: 653px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/72066_10150149771083835_836048834_8185528_5968763_n.jpg" width="510" height="694" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS EVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs065.snc6/167509_10150117648535844_781495843_7697841_338531_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 491px; HEIGHT: 680px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/162807_10150117647675844_781495843_7697829_5918605_n.jpg" width="521" height="704" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEARS EVE @ me house + ph ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 389px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/166213_483810828742_771428742_5969070_7961267_n-1.jpg" width="556" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 350px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/164879_1679843029403_1037352019_31972296_2570287_n.jpg" width="537" height="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 354px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/165272_1679845349461_1037352019_31972302_5883603_n.jpg" width="535" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST BCC GATHERING FOR HWEE'S BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 377px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/166147_1688270840093_1037352019_31998295_1881269_n.jpg" width="545" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 381px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/168781_10150364517165198_883320197_16828669_7549853_n.jpg" width="549" height="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5955109578698636413?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5955109578698636413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5955109578698636413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1671970589149703317</id><published>2010-12-27T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:45:53.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我真的很怕。&lt;div&gt;现实与幻想中对比的落差。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;多少次在孤单中徘徊中才寻获回自我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;无数次在流泪和心寒后才有勇气大声呐喊着，：‘我在也不会在相信’。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是真实的吗？ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我好怕，但却跃跃欲试。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好心烦哦。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我只知道我不想放弃，放弃所有我珍惜的一切。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1671970589149703317?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1671970589149703317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1671970589149703317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4102625392258996276</id><published>2010-12-27T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:41:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1362.snc4/163411_1671330656599_1037352019_31949103_2062794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 416px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1362.snc4/163411_1671330656599_1037352019_31949103_2062794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Just gotten back from gathering with FYPJ peops! Enjoyed myself! Thanks didi for the mouse, i'm going to abandon my mouse and used that instead! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm water for time to pass before heading to bed! Just drank a large cup of tea. Eye bags, you know. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spent xmas eve with peops up there! [And of course some others that is not in picture.] The picture up ther aint perfect or what, but there is just something that caught my eye! Lucky i got the original copy :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm crazy over this photo. Facebook, twitter, blogg and even my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay idk what to blog anymore, i'm not drunk but im just not very awake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lah lah lah ~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4102625392258996276?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4102625392258996276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4102625392258996276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-just-gotten-back-from-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8245037034738646233</id><published>2010-12-23T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:40:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement</title><content type='html'>Many times in our life, we judge people base on what we feel. This is because we do feel we are really right. But what do we actually know and what actually is really right ? We are nothing but part of the equation for judgment day, the day we are judged not on choices we made but base on those outcome we get as a result. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life aint easy, on every other day we force to digest facts of life by the cold and unfeeling realistic. Everybody has their tales to share. &lt;p&gt;So who are we really to judge others? &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m nobody. You? &lt;p&gt;Bye&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8245037034738646233?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8245037034738646233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8245037034738646233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/judgement.html' title='Judgement'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6169256851234879484</id><published>2010-12-20T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:02:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This big chunk of words I type was accidentally deleted by me ): Its so stupid of me! I was typing all the way from vivo city till now left five stops to home! I don't really remember in exact words what I was busy typing just now. So, forget it I'm not going to try to recall haha! Today is such a mundane Monday with a pinch of blues. I did nothing much to be honest. Presentation with OIC on either tmr or the day after! I hope everything goes well and she approves my proposal! Oh well, I'm reaching my stop already. Shall spend the remaining time thinking about what to eat for dinner. Shall go for a jog later! (if I'm not lazy and if the rain stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeSent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6169256851234879484?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6169256851234879484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6169256851234879484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-big-chunk-of-words-i-type-was.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2178651590695295409</id><published>2010-12-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:39:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imm back!</title><content type='html'>Actually my laptop is just beside me but instead I&amp;#39;m using my phone to type. Stupid but, &lt;p&gt;When I was a kid, I was very sure what I wanted and what I didn&amp;#39;t. My parents were more or less cool with that. They didn&amp;#39;t really made any objections to all the things that I have chosen all my life. Perhaps because of that, I&amp;#39;m just so used to making all the choices in my life base on how I feel, what I want and what I hope get. &lt;p&gt;But one day when if I woke up, and I realized that I don&amp;#39;t know how I am feeling, I don&amp;#39;t know what I want and I don&amp;#39;t know what to hope for. Except feeling unsecured, what choice of emotions must I use to face the uncertainties in front? Daunted the mist, will I fall if I take a step? &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2178651590695295409?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2178651590695295409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2178651590695295409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/imm-back.html' title='Imm back!'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8408688955400394149</id><published>2010-12-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:24:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm in the mist of doing this summary entry for the month of Nov and December. I know nobody really cares la, even i myself don't come here that often already.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't find the passion i used to have to blog every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess change is good? Change is good?&lt;br /&gt;See ya people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8408688955400394149?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8408688955400394149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8408688955400394149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-im-in-mist-of-doing-this-summary.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6631204962143547588</id><published>2010-11-28T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:32:30.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/tumblr_lcfzyiBzcB1qz4d4bo1_500.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6631204962143547588?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6631204962143547588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6631204962143547588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-848436783387597263</id><published>2010-11-25T19:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:37:38.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily Dose of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in this world there is two main kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the giver followed by the taker.&lt;br /&gt;As these words might suggest. The giver is one who gives and gives while the taker is one who takes and takes from other people. There is no definite awesomeness that one kind has over the other. Sometimes life is about a balance of both. You can't always be the giver or the taker.&lt;br /&gt;I think i have give in enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more, take from other people instead. I have nothing else to give.&lt;br /&gt;I compromised again and again until I'm slowly losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the thing that i have done for you since the first day.&lt;br /&gt;I might not always be able to assist in every channel but have i ever held back when i can do something. Have i not put myself in your shoes and consider about your predicament? Have i not reject offers by other people just because i think you need me more?&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the most perfect friend but still, i think you do need to think for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end. I'm out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It's neither about the weeks the has past nor about the days that has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;It's about me not feeling you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to think you would that's why i would.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i know you won't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-848436783387597263?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/848436783387597263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/848436783387597263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/daily-dose-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5133063898241724229</id><published>2010-11-24T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:47:57.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m currently sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Just ended my tuition and I&amp;#39;m mad hungry. I can&amp;#39;t wait to reach home! &lt;p&gt;Attachment briefing before I came over here for tuition. Well, I&amp;#39;m neither super looking forward nor procrastinating over attachment. But I suppose its going to be a new experience? (trying to stay positive ok!)&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m more or less done with my fypj system already. I can&amp;#39;t really say that im satisfied with my work but its about there already la. I&amp;#39;m working on some of the final touches to enhance it, my supervisor said its called &amp;quot; cosmetic&amp;quot;. As if my app is ugly and needs make up but, ok that&amp;#39;s not the point. &lt;p&gt;(wah biang, why is the stupid bus still not here yet uh! )&lt;p&gt;Shall start on my report tmr after I have done with the &amp;quot;make up&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;Till then, &lt;br&gt;Henry&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;its already the best. That distance within the comfort zone where nobody gets anything more in particular. &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5133063898241724229?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5133063898241724229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5133063898241724229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-currently-sitting-at-bus-stop-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1187363509381158956</id><published>2010-11-20T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:33:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is.</title><content type='html'>(I am typing this while I&amp;#39;m on the train heading to sentoas! )&lt;p&gt;As the title suggest. &lt;br&gt;Life as it is. As much as I&amp;#39;m starting to get used to the momentum of my life as days past. But I really can&amp;#39;t wait for this half of the semester to be over. &lt;p&gt;Its just another ten more days. The way I&amp;#39;m looking at it is of such contradictions as compared to the rest of my other friends that is having ipp. &lt;br&gt;Its not because fypj totally sucks or what. We had our fair share of fun with people around us. So what made me feel that way? I really don&amp;#39;t know. &lt;p&gt;I wanted to type all my way to sentosa but I don&amp;#39;t know what to say. &lt;p&gt;Its just ten more days. &lt;br&gt;Its just ten more day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life as it is. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1187363509381158956?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1187363509381158956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1187363509381158956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is.'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6417244957561896893</id><published>2010-11-18T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:11:59.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOUXzSrNW2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZAI0gKaExEU/s1600/tum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 56px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOUXzSrNW2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZAI0gKaExEU/s400/tum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540861086503099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What are the things we really want? Who are the people we aren't willing to let go? When will we eventually be contented about how happy we are? Where can one stay and never leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a long mental process of finding all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;What do i really want?&lt;br /&gt;What am i dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;What am i insisting and persisting on?&lt;br /&gt;What am i really waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6417244957561896893?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6417244957561896893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6417244957561896893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-are-things-we-really-want-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOUXzSrNW2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZAI0gKaExEU/s72-c/tum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5959048246123189904</id><published>2010-11-15T19:22:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:27:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-T-'S A-B-O-U-T L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOEc853ggWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QmeX29-RwHY/s1600/6b012c79jw6db8mmkljo0j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOEc853ggWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QmeX29-RwHY/s400/6b012c79jw6db8mmkljo0j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539740849293787490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lose some meaning and gain some power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In the mist of the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What comes after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my years of living in this earth i always feel that loving someone is not something easy.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never simple.&lt;br /&gt;It's the basic of life and the motivate to live.&lt;br /&gt;In many forms and ways.&lt;br /&gt;What is love actually about?&lt;br /&gt;Not that anything happened to me but i just can't help to doubt the actual meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in air but tears roll down the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Many says that one should let go if sorrows overwhelm the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;But one could never easily bid farewell once buried deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be the best proposal to the predicament ?&lt;br /&gt;Letting go because of the :"I will be more happy without you proclaim".&lt;br /&gt;Or persisting on with trembling and in-assured voice that says :" And i will always love you".&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is part of the growth process while persisting on is the continuous belief  in what we must stay firm with. What your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's about us loving, we usually chose the later and vice versa when it's the other way round. Contradictions &amp;amp; double stands. Humans are just complex when it comes to relationships with people, not just matters of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does loving someone really means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never easy. Love is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smile that shines, the heart that feels and the soul that touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5959048246123189904?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5959048246123189904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5959048246123189904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/lose-some-meaning-and-gain-some-power.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TOEc853ggWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QmeX29-RwHY/s72-c/6b012c79jw6db8mmkljo0j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2155208297644145589</id><published>2010-11-14T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:04:07.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:220%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOHOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 449px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00243-20101113-1409.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Lazy, I'm just so lazy to update my blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;I thought after configuring the emailing thingy on my phone i would blog more often but..&lt;br /&gt;I think that the auto tagger on my tag board seems more active then me uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FYPJ is coming to the end soon. Time is running out. I must finish up my work really soon or i will be dead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im trying the blog tweet feed thing. Update again when it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Edited}&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! I don't know if it's actually working but let's just suppose it's working la, if you came here with the twitter link means it's working.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot happen in this two weeks of deserting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Some are pleasant while some are disheartening , while the rest just nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is really a very scary dimensional quantity given it's impact in ones life.&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, we start to get used to the things we aren't used it.&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, some wound heals while some scars aches even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting different people at different stages of life literally brings about outcomes and impacts towards the chapter. What if the prince didn't met Cinderella? Time is definitely one of the biggest factor why the prince fell in love with her. Life is full of unexpected. What if the prince already met someone special before meeting Cinderella? He probably won't give a damm to the owner of the glass shoe. Wait, that might just be a piece of rubbish that might get the cleaner fired.&lt;br /&gt;Life is always about meeting right person at the right place with both party doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;That right teacher that inspires you when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;That right coach that motivates you towards your passion.&lt;br /&gt;That right person that you call best friend.&lt;br /&gt;And that right person that loves you the way you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time defines the outcome with these people writing lines that forms up chapters in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;But what actually is the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;I came to realized that when two person meets at wrong time conflicts arise and hatred grows But no matter what it's never a competition to fight for the title of the most evil / hypocritical [or what ever you call it] person. It's just the wrong people at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if you met someone which you really hate to the core at a different point in your life? Who you still hate the person that much? Or the person that you love so much, would things still be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i kept thinking about this but i suppose this will be up in my head for quite sometime?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2155208297644145589?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2155208297644145589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2155208297644145589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/11/wohoooo-lazy-lazy-im-just-so-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7255749733205329718</id><published>2010-10-30T22:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:16:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's been quite some time uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TM0Jc8xn4-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tnT1eI-mmK4/s1600/37157_1571565142761_1644491822_1364205_7314519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TM0Jc8xn4-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tnT1eI-mmK4/s400/37157_1571565142761_1644491822_1364205_7314519_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534089910063457250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the title suggest it's been pretty long since i'm here. I'm pretty much very into my work everyday until i rarely tweet or facebook, so let alone sitting down and blog. I have this feeling that it's been quite sometime the people left for beijing, but the act fact is that they are only 'missing' for a week. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on mentioning that i totally regretted not going to beijing with them. I guess that's the " the grass is greener on the other side" &amp;amp; " The moon is rounder at the other side" kind of mentality? I seriously know it myself that going over there aint really going to make me literally a happier person but still, it's like everyone has to have some kind of "bubble" to comfort themselves uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[okay. i type the whole chunk of text which i eventually deleted of because i think nobody should freaking waste their time reading it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about feeling complete. People fill that space up with all sorts of stuff. Passionate sports, bunch of friends, a best friend , a happy family or a special person at heart.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty and not complete.&lt;br /&gt;If only i could fill the magnificent dark hole with one of those,&lt;br /&gt;wont it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. That's about the furthermost anybody can reach? The really really last i believe in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7255749733205329718?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7255749733205329718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7255749733205329718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-quite-some-time-uh-like-what.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TM0Jc8xn4-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/tnT1eI-mmK4/s72-c/37157_1571565142761_1644491822_1364205_7314519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2509760584618345470</id><published>2010-10-13T21:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:16:25.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TLW7x-cNGzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sM-MJqZPUX8/s1600/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TLW7x-cNGzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sM-MJqZPUX8/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527530584916433714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick update!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The days are still more or less of the same routine everyday. It's  either I'm very busy, staring at the screen until i think it's going to  pop out of it's position soon, or I'm so free until i have the time to  yawn every second. ok, exaggerating, but i think you get what I'm trying  to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more or less done with my user interface for next week's presentation already. What's left undone is the linking of all the UI and the approval of my supervisor. He has been really busy with his work i suppose? Well, I shall find my own things to do. Okay, i wanted to post photos but photobuck is lagging, so i shall like forget abt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always something more behind "I am okay" then just three words."&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TLW7xfkfrZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/VgVSso3yiVg/s1600/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TLW7xfkfrZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/VgVSso3yiVg/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527530576629706130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Byyye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2509760584618345470?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2509760584618345470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2509760584618345470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-are-still-more-or-less-of-same.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TLW7x-cNGzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sM-MJqZPUX8/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-9142496932683233009</id><published>2010-10-10T10:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:36:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four weeks of FYPJ already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 441px; height: 330px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG_1179.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenny brought camera on friday. She didn't post this picture up because she thinks it's too blur to be called a photo. But there is just something I like about this photo. Is it because everybody expect me was not ready for the photo? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you recall, last week in my post, I mention that I won't blog about any negative stuff because i know nobody is interested to read those. There were times in the week when I log on to this page trying to blog down my thoughts and feeling but to uphold to what I said, I will eventually leave the page without writing down anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not the only one actually feeling drained off by FYPJ. It's been four week - which means one month have past just like that. In two weeks time, I will be having my intern presentation. This is very important because it sort of determines your FYPJ grade for the 12 weeks. It also means that half of FYPJ is down already. Oh yeah, and the bunch of people will be off to beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 578px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/f.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zennnnyyyy is the one in grey checked. Hmmm.. trying to recalling, I think I actually got to know her more from twitter. Like cool right? The other time when we went for the IBM train course together, I actually feel very unfamiliar with talking to her face to face even thought we seems to know each other quite will on twitter. But it's like all this while twitter speaks for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 325px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/67033_482040365843_781495843_6912899_4021878_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/33584_482038780843_781495843_6912858_213646_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, every night when I reach home I feel kind of..&lt;br /&gt;Kind of different from whom I am in school. I don't know why. I can't say out what is it but it feels like after a long day, something is missing. That empty. It's like I'm in search for something to no valid. Well, I guess I’m tired and hungry la, that's why.LOL (See i got put effort to make it positive one hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/66403_482040525843_781495843_6912900_3974738_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry Ho Ho la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stay positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-9142496932683233009?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9142496932683233009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9142496932683233009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-recall-last-week-in-my-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6808176143498607914</id><published>2010-10-06T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:30:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9qezizbkG1qb7tnno1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 313px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9qezizbkG1qb7tnno1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes there are no words. No clever quotes to neatly sum up what happened that day. Sometimes, the day just … ends.&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/37108203-6808176143498607914?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6808176143498607914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6808176143498607914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-there-are-no-words.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5287249543539757872</id><published>2010-10-03T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:14:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECHARGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8s9dzJWaL1qbf51go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8s9dzJWaL1qbf51go1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 hours of recharge! I'm ready to get going again.&lt;br /&gt;No more negative post!&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on! The new week, show me what you have got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY says : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"RAWRRRRRR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5287249543539757872?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5287249543539757872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5287249543539757872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2068454288886560166</id><published>2010-10-02T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:21:07.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKc2bss7TJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/B9oik4LTRGE/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKc2bss7TJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/B9oik4LTRGE/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523443317477166226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's end of week 3 and start of week 4 in twenty six hours time. Every morning when i head to school, i actually feel kind of lost. I don't know what to do every-time after i click the sign in button. Like everyone, i do have my own project scope. But being at the distracting location i can rarely do my work. Despite having completing most of the given task, i just feel that there is so much more i can do. I do feel really helpless at times mentally. When I'm struggling in my lab, there's nobody i can turn to, not even for a word. I escaped. I do know that nobody is actually free to entertain me. But still i constantly tried to connect to seek comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Despite completing my work on time, there is just this lack of satisfaction. When i say that I don't meant it in a egotistic way. I just feel as if something is missing in my life. I can't find any resemblance of events that i should be happy of.&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly,i stare at twitter and facebook trying to get something out of the social media which seems to be static with the constant refreshing to get btyes streaming in.&lt;br /&gt;And meaninglessly, days would pass like that.&lt;br /&gt;Always, after signing out, i just feel like retreating and instantly appear on my bed and fall a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleeping is the best of both world, you get to be alive and yet unconscious " -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quote from twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy feel as if something is slowly and will eventually devoured him whole. As the dimension of time slowly moves in the direction of a universe with ever increasing entropy, the increased absences of completeness creates emptiness. A empty heart that is cursed but shall still stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as long as i don't affect the people around me, how i feel is insignificant right? At least things appears to be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2068454288886560166?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2068454288886560166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2068454288886560166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKc2bss7TJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/B9oik4LTRGE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7771239863733861594</id><published>2010-09-30T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:01:51.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 446px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00176-20100930-1803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to believe in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Putting faith in the things that touches it.&lt;br /&gt;One fine line between and it's world full of differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is too unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7771239863733861594?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7771239863733861594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7771239863733861594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-will-you-do-are-you-willing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6289135233481933771</id><published>2010-09-27T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:01:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKCHOSTIDWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/A7Zxasoy6-U/s1600/IMG00158-20100927-1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKCHOSTIDWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/A7Zxasoy6-U/s320/IMG00158-20100927-1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521561822656204130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through my IBM test :D&lt;br /&gt;Shit i think all my social media , from twitter &gt; facebook &gt; blog , is all about information technology (IT) only eh.&lt;br /&gt;It's either i say FYP or IBM recently uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh forget it la i'm too lazy to even think about what i should type.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drop dead beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6289135233481933771?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6289135233481933771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6289135233481933771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-11.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TKCHOSTIDWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/A7Zxasoy6-U/s72-c/IMG00158-20100927-1729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4655884734308317478</id><published>2010-09-27T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:25:16.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;le fait de penser à vous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Living-Room-Furniture.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning sun has risen&lt;br /&gt;my heart still feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;exactly the same as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat by the window&lt;br /&gt;quietly i looked to the sky&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words can fit&lt;br /&gt;the exact emotions i’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of pain and satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i still feel&lt;br /&gt;as much as i did before&lt;br /&gt;nothing’s changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4655884734308317478?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4655884734308317478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4655884734308317478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/le-fait-de-penser-vous-morning-sun-has.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3330760128795551823</id><published>2010-09-22T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:18:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 420px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00154-20100922-1938.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a human.&lt;br /&gt;There are just so many things that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I know neither how to comprehend nor how to react.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost because i'm not as fortunate or blessed to have someone by my side to guide me along.&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is to pretend that I am able to handle everything.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just a human.&lt;br /&gt;There are times that i will fall and times that i am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i have make some sense out of the current predicament.&lt;br /&gt;One word to conclude - feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i shall stop because i doubt anyone will understand what im trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;I have been attending IBM course for the past few days , so i'm sort of MIA -ed from FYP.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all you can hear. &lt;br /&gt;Listen with not just a ear. Feel with not just your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten with the world with hope and embrace humanity with love.&lt;br /&gt;This world is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;So beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3330760128795551823?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3330760128795551823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3330760128795551823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5298502649663687004</id><published>2010-09-21T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:27:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FYP DAY SIX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at XiaXue's guide to life the other time and in of the video, she mention that if you want to slam someone on the blog, make sure it's someone you think it's rightful and that you don't regret what you say. [It's something like that, i can't remember the exact words.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree to that mentality. You know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;It means I'm not go to regret what I am about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in life, you are bound to meet some idiots that irritates you. It's called torn in the eye. They are individuals that i think should just die of the face of this earth - seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Take a close look at yourself before you make any ridiculous comments about others.&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Do make sure you aren't a mirror reflection of what you "joked" about.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to pick on other people just to act as if'you are better' because you are different is just disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing personal, just my personal views with regards to things i see.&lt;br /&gt;And they way i see it, YOU SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5298502649663687004?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5298502649663687004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5298502649663687004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/fyp-day-six-i-was-looking-at-xiaxues.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3297909724434300926</id><published>2010-09-20T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:33:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>剪不断，理还乱，是离愁。别有一般滋味在心头&lt;br /&gt;笙歌散进游人去，始觉春空&lt;br /&gt;原上草，露初唏，旧楼新垅两依依。空床卧听南窗雨，谁复挑灯夜补衣&lt;br /&gt;留恋处，兰舟催发。执手相看泪眼，竟无语凝噎&lt;br /&gt;不遇天人不目成，藐姑相对便移情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3297909724434300926?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3297909724434300926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3297909724434300926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7856183514518262413</id><published>2010-09-19T20:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:31:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 01 — Your Best Friend&lt;/span&gt; - part one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is (-enter a name here- ) your best best friend? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say but this question brings me nothing but teary eyes to provoke  the sorrows that is well preserved deep down in the heart. It's a past  not to be mention but not memories to be lost. I took quite sometime to  concept what i am about to write in this space. It's going out to three  person. The three individual that i chanced upon in my life. The three  entities that have perhaps been involved in one of those important life  changing moments. I'm not going to mention names because i guess it's  mutual understanding among people who should know. The first part shall  be dedicated to the him. The him that is gone and never will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of a life you have been leading since i departed from it.&lt;br /&gt;It's  been sometime since i saw you. As much as i would like to still keep in  touch with you, I'm glad not to if you will feel more comfortable that  way.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last time we met?&lt;br /&gt;I probed about the reason you  left. Without much consideration you let told me the inside of what  actually happen. The reason you left me, the reason that i could no long  be important and the reason you would be better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;The  raw and unrefined words that does seems to bother you brought me sinking  into a deep pool of mixed emotions. After spending years to thinking through  over and over again what actually happened to end up with such a heart  wrecking truth. It breaks my heart even till now to recall the fact that  you left was because of a stupid reason as such. I knew you were heart  broken back then even when you didn't say a word. But i never ever would  have guessed that you no longer want to befriend with me just because  of the connection of your memories that links me to her.&lt;br /&gt;You gave up 2 years  of friendship not because i did anything wrong but due to the emotional  impact that another person had for you. I thought i was more important  than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed when you said all this. It's the already  the past you said. But all those months of loneliness i had without you  might be in the past but the little moments of sorrows i have whenever i  recall about you will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;I will not ask you about anything that happened in this past.&lt;br /&gt;It's no long important.&lt;br /&gt;I will not have the slightest thought of me being important in your life again.&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like  it or not it already a fact that we lost the perfect timing to  appreciate each other as best friends. I do not know why am i the person  tearing and yearning for the past when you are the one who let me down.  I guess it's shows how important you are to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to thank you for who i am today. Without you , i would never be who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;It's incident like of such that makes me grow and mature.&lt;br /&gt;If  someone ever asked me if you are my best friend, i would only lower my  head and say that i used to be. But that doesn't not mean i regretted  knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;All the joy we used to have and how dependent we were on each other.&lt;br /&gt;The few place that was once special to us will still be to me.&lt;br /&gt;The few memories that is only limited to our recall will still be with me when i walk down the memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;You one gave me love [as a friend] and helped me find the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But the stars we could reach were just starfishes on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  insensitively, kept telling me about you. Sometimes i really wonder if  they do the same thing in front of you? And if they really do, what are  your thoughts regarding the topic? Are you missing your used to be best  friend just like the way i am?&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same. The only thing that will remain unchanged, is the past.&lt;br /&gt;Happy,  sad and disappointed.  You accompanied me through on phrase of my life  just like i did in yours. I now, i hope you can do the same to another  person's life. Obviously if possible, try to leave all the  disappointment you can ever give to a person to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know  if i really want to bump into you like the way i proclaimed in front our  common friends for several years. But if i ever met you again after all  these years i would not asked anything.&lt;br /&gt;不再去说从前 只是寒暄 ,对你说一句 只是说一句 : " 好久不见"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7856183514518262413?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7856183514518262413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7856183514518262413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-01-your-best-friend-part-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2230187610921426166</id><published>2010-09-19T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:16:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:250%;" &gt;Weekends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 552px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00114-20100918-1342.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's the weekend. I think i totally got the main objective of FYP which is to train and prepare us for the work force. That's the reason why we have fixed "office hours". I skeptical about it's actual impact to our working ability in the workforce but one thing is for sure, I will be looking forward to any other weekend in the future like any other working adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the effort to go for haircut and new colour yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it's not the colour i wanted- again.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied my starbucks craving since monday with melly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so blessed today to wake up in the morning without a alarm.&lt;br /&gt;That's like the best way to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my family for worshiping session before heading for KFC for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to grab starbucks before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;I paid for it because i just gotten my pay.&lt;br /&gt;And my mummy offered to buy me a tumbler because i was being awfully sweet and nice!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, i know i'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's about it?&lt;br /&gt;My weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing the 30th letters out of a sudden - I shall go write one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 539px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/62789_1537978762885_1037352019_31665501_6505415_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2230187610921426166?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2230187610921426166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2230187610921426166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7628191191587609993</id><published>2010-09-16T19:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:05:06.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:260%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more day to Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 459px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/62001_1534890965692_1037352019_31659278_4271871_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! It's been quite sometime since i blogging with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Usually by the end of the day, my eyes will be too dry and tired to stare at the screen of my laptop. 10 hours screen staring in school is already too much for me. I think my eye sight will be worsen soon. Well today is really quite a fun among the past few days. Everyone that i know was smiling when i walked pass them! Good thing i suppose ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture so much! Hongquan is the one on the left and im the one on the right! We took this today while accompanying him for his breakfast outside the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/63006_1534890885690_1037352019_31659277_1845663_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;幻变&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span&gt;莫过于现实的连环的蜕变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;遗憾&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span&gt;莫过于遗留沧海的感叹。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生活在这种充满幻变和遗憾的世界里，我还能说什么呢？　&lt;br /&gt;悲。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7628191191587609993?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7628191191587609993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7628191191587609993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-more-day-to-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4441279305899970038</id><published>2010-09-15T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:40:07.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's half way thru the week already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TJCwmC3_F6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/aVb514Bu3OE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVuY2hfMjAxMF8wOV8xNV8xOTIxNTIuanBn%3F%3D-707626"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TJCwmC3_F6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/aVb514Bu3OE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVuY2hfMjAxMF8wOV8xNV8xOTIxNTIuanBn%3F%3D-707626"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517103711182067618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it&amp;#39;s already the third day. &lt;br&gt;Two more days and its the long a waited weekend! Honestly speaking, its been quite long since I wish for a weekend to come faster. I&amp;#39;m not a TGIF kind of person. Usually its all the tweets and Facebook comment that made me realised its fridat. [the bus finally came, I&amp;#39;m on my way home now! ] &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I ate a lot today! Like double serving of breakfast, double serving of lunch and tea time at mac some more. I still thought of controlling my diet for this 12 weeks! Sighs. [wait I&amp;#39;m hungry again now eh! ] &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, wenjie came over to find us for lunch! I was super happy and so were the rest. I think fyp and stuff really made everybody closer bit by bit. Its like everybody will go all around the place for random visits at others desk. We all talked, joked and laughed even thought we all had work that gave us headache! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going all around the place laughing and joking is really very me uh? Yours truly!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Terry was in school also but he didn&amp;#39;t join us for lunch- idk why. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah, i said before I will go out on every sat - at least , during this three month. Lab&amp;gt; home and lab is just too no life. But where should I go? Hmmm , I am actually feeling kind of lazy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m thoughts in this Blog seems to be so … all over the place. Credit to the stupid bus ride that never fails to make me feel sick! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shall stop here! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4441279305899970038?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4441279305899970038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4441279305899970038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-half-way-thru-week-already.html' title='That&apos;s half way thru the week already!'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TJCwmC3_F6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/aVb514Bu3OE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbXVuY2hfMjAxMF8wOV8xNV8xOTIxNTIuanBn%3F%3D-707626' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6874755716340563259</id><published>2010-09-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:22:14.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second try with hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TI9a5mQMYfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/3Jx2Z_J19Z0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDQtMjAxMDA5MTQtMDkzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-734072"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TI9a5mQMYfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/3Jx2Z_J19Z0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDQtMjAxMDA5MTQtMDkzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-734072"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516728014119657970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look! That&amp;#39;s my desk! &lt;br&gt;The same view that I have been staring for hours . &lt;br&gt;Its the second day of FYP already. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m more or less used to the routine already. However, I&amp;#39;m not a fan of routines and therefore I&amp;#39;m not enjoying it. Its like that&amp;#39;s the reason why when I&amp;#39;m seekin part time job, I usually get those short jobs like fairs or something because I usually can&amp;#39;t stand a entire set of routine that repeats and replays it selves every single day. Wake up, go some where, do something , wait for lunch, wait for time to pass and go home to end the cycle. &lt;br&gt;Gosh, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just came back from lunch to long ago. I had coffee just now. Its keepin me awake but not alive. My soul is like out of my body tourin around leavin the shell in this cold room staring aimless at the screen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok I don&amp;#39;t know what else to crap down here anymore. Everybody in my room is so so so quiet. its like I can hear a pin drop. The loudest sound in the room now is the sound of me clicking my phone. How cool is that ? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmm maybe I should start on my 30 letters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6874755716340563259?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6874755716340563259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6874755716340563259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-try-with-hope_7014.html' title='The second try with hope!'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TI9a5mQMYfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/3Jx2Z_J19Z0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDQtMjAxMDA5MTQtMDkzMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-734072' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5305805333529195527</id><published>2010-09-13T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:14:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;First day!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so finally today is the day of FYP .&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't anything far off expected actually. I'm super super bored at FYP. It's like everytime when i work at some office or fair, i would just stare at the clock and patiently (seems to be) waiting for the clock to tick by. As the pendulum swings, the eye lid gets heavier and heavier. That's how i felt totally today. Is it because it's the first day? Well, i think i will start to get more busy as time goes by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer said that we must have our IT professional image.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wear orange specs with orange belt.&lt;br /&gt;We are not from school of design.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i agree totally about the some image that only belongs exclusively to design student because I think fashion is a lifestyle and not just a image. But i get her point that we must project a professional IT image to industry partners .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall be a nice boy and obey to the school rules!&lt;br /&gt;I want to have good scores for my FYP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's the first thing i did when i reached home?&lt;br /&gt;I went to bathed, because i know that the moment i sit down i will fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just for people who are interested i'm doing some motion detector thing with a super profound title called...zzz..wait what was it? Hmmm .. it's something like undefined messaging .net framework i think. It's just first day what , how to remember haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall report early for FYP tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i feel so tired and i think i deserve a pat on the shoulder, a cup of granda starbucks, nice food and lot's of rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5305805333529195527?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5305805333529195527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5305805333529195527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-okay-so-finally-today-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2309729968953455104</id><published>2010-09-12T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:34:25.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW THAT'S FAST !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really fast. I will be starting my FYP day one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly optimist about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;There is just this element of luck.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not a fan of uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't even have a clue to what will happen or what can i expect. All i know is that i have to report at 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the supervisor be nice to me?&lt;br /&gt;Will the be grouping with people i offended without noticing during this years- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wait more specifically FMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i get a project that i will be able to manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But i guess based on past experiences, i should not dream that everything will work out. I already decided on what to wear tomorrow (?) That's like the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i will be able to fall a sleep tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2309729968953455104?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2309729968953455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2309729968953455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-thats-fast-thats-really-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6507708347818658753</id><published>2010-09-08T19:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:18:00.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee bean !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TId18Fx9XeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l6mXvu82Uqo/s1600/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TId18Fx9XeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l6mXvu82Uqo/s400/Picture0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514505943942782434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the peak hour now and i didn't want to join in the rush with the crowd. So i here i am at coffee bean sipping my hot cup of cappuccino while blogging. It's pretty crowded here but I managed to find a comfortable sit in one of the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I came over from the moon cake store of the two moon cake girls - Tiffany and Celeste.&lt;br /&gt;They are super slack over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, coffee bean sucks uh. They asked me to pay for the internet when i try connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the rest for lunch and went for their attachment briefing.&lt;br /&gt;Attachment seems to be pretty fun. Too bad I'm going for my FYP first. Great that just reminded me again, it's like in less then 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that aside, i went to the zoo yesterday with the people. But the internet connection here is.. SO, i guess i shall not even bother to try to upload any photos using photo bucket. All the pictures can be found on facebook. Go that a look if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have things to say but my battery is running out and i don't have a socket over at my place. So i guess i shall make time again to be back typing at this white space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au revoir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6507708347818658753?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6507708347818658753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6507708347818658753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-peak-hour-now-and-i-didnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TId18Fx9XeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l6mXvu82Uqo/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4625367464646064066</id><published>2010-09-06T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:52:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Old Old ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented that the color of the previous photo make me super old eh!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how can i ever be associated with that word -old.&lt;br /&gt;So here i am to post the version with color to show her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got look younger ?&lt;br /&gt;Got la! Got la! I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;Kthanksbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 399px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/anigif.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4625367464646064066?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4625367464646064066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4625367464646064066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-old-old-someone-commented-that.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8532887608979063350</id><published>2010-09-06T18:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:06:17.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day to remember !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“一个人如果还没尝试就放弃，那他这一辈子不就白活了吗？　－　寻找海底王国的男人”&lt;br /&gt;但如果尝试或发现真的应该放弃，他的生命就会很有意义吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 446px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/sandcastle.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Sandcastle" today.&lt;br /&gt;It's a film by this guy called boo junfeng. Apparently he was quite recognized in Singapore International Film Festival award for the past few years, so I was rather looking forward to the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s a very localized film and I doubt non Singaporeans will understand it. But it’s a thumb up from me because I personal think it has so much more substances then typical Jack Neo production [no offense].&lt;br /&gt;The film is definitely a food for thought kind of production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8532887608979063350?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8532887608979063350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8532887608979063350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-to-remember-i-watched-sandcastle.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8024661049155297008</id><published>2010-09-01T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:55:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 letters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sa&lt;span&gt;w this on one of my friend jingting's blog. She said that she is going to do all the 30 letters uh. But till today i think she is only at the third one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I feel like doing this also. Should i post the letters as i type them, or 30 letters at a goal when i finish them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suggestions please ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 LETTERS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8024661049155297008?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8024661049155297008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8024661049155297008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-letters-i-sa-w-this-on-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7301199072458314586</id><published>2010-08-31T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:09:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;曲终人散浅伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有种想消失的冲动、带有一点点的悲伤、回忆里的自己、是那样的坚强、&lt;br /&gt;现在是怎么了、为什么、我总要用沉默来掩饰、用泪水告诉自己、&lt;br /&gt;我是那么的没用、勇气在多又有什么用、只能擦掉伤口自己走下去、&lt;br /&gt;我明白了许多、这个世界弱者永远都会被淘汰、没有生存的希望、&lt;br /&gt;而我、也只是个弱者、现实虚拟中、我已经够努力够拼命、&lt;br /&gt;可是结局却总是出人意料、原来、我也是那么容易被打败、&lt;br /&gt;如果生长在战争时期、懦弱的自己早就被日本人打死了吧、&lt;br /&gt;我从来不想去渴望的太多、不想埋怨的太多、我不恨强者、&lt;br /&gt;他们没有错、错在自己、看了看镜子里的自己、&lt;br /&gt;多了几许脆弱、少了几许精神、街道依旧热闹、天空依旧蔚蓝、&lt;br /&gt;被阳光照到的自己是否能多些能力、也许不该去企求任何人的帮助、&lt;br /&gt;困难、永远只是个名词、为什么我走不过去呢、&lt;br /&gt;简单的一步去却难以跨过、把过去都撕掉、我要的答案、&lt;br /&gt;我会努力去承担、伤心永远不代表着失败、&lt;br /&gt;我不会撤退、轻轻添舐着自己的伤口、&lt;br /&gt;让自己更明白、在一条路上、&lt;br /&gt;受了伤、自己要勇敢的忍受、空气里飘来淡淡的哀伤、&lt;br /&gt;此刻、心情不好的你、是不是和我一样、&lt;br /&gt;感慨许多、安静的想着记忆里的你、想象着刻画你的脸、&lt;br /&gt;只是那种孤独的滋味、没有人真正体会过、了解过、&lt;br /&gt;我永远只是个带着坚强面具的人、眼泪在面具里顺着脸颊流进心里、&lt;br /&gt;突然开始讨厌这样的自己、&lt;br /&gt;扼杀这样的我、为什么在苦在累都要自己承受、&lt;br /&gt;都要自己掩饰、我真的有那么厉害么、这样虚伪的世界、&lt;br /&gt;我受够了、茫茫人海、渺小的自己、在多的爱很恨又能制造出多少灿烂和缤纷、&lt;br /&gt;真真假假、我不会靠任何人、蜷缩在角落、胃疼的想哭、&lt;br /&gt;是我毁灭了自己在别人心中的印象、我不后悔、至少我成长了许多、&lt;br /&gt;机会不是每个人都有的、这样没用的自己、&lt;br /&gt;不需要任何人心疼、也不配任何人拥有、我愿意改变现实、&lt;br /&gt;可是现实不允许我改变、我要怎么做我又能怎样做、&lt;br /&gt;压抑着心底这份不满、冰冷的心锁在自己的躯壳里、&lt;br /&gt;跌跌荡荡的行走在这个世界上、&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我不快乐、曲终人散&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7301199072458314586?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7301199072458314586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7301199072458314586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2517449272247322550</id><published>2010-08-31T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:15:52.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we really more happy?</title><content type='html'>Three weeks just past by in a blink of an eye. Are we all happier like what we once self proclaimed? &lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t speak for others but I don&amp;#39;t really know if I am. 3 weeks ago most of us kept remind each and other that it&amp;#39;s all gonna be over soon. We all in a way or so looked forward to the mini &amp;quot;graduation day&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything will be fine after then, we comfort ourselves. Yes indeed, poly aint the most easy time of our lives so far. Its too much to comprehend as compared to what we have to in secondary school life. Hence regards if its 3 weeks ago, 3 months ago or even 3 years ago, we all hoped that it can all end. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just like the rest I&amp;#39;m happy that all this is coming to a end but a part of me feels empty. Empty without the bunch of irritatingsss people that filled my past three years with all sorts of nonsense. Yes all sorts of nonsense. Haha! Fun , joy and laughters. Back stab , selfish acts and ugly humanity. I had my fair share in all of those. &lt;br&gt;Gosh I guess to a certain extend I will miss all my friends?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shall end abruptly here leaving you (readers that are my classmates)a question. &lt;br&gt;Are you really happier now? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(ps: I typed this while I&amp;#39;m on the bus ride home after BI exam so please forgive the boy if he has any mistakes in the language structure or grammar! Its not easy to type on the bus when you are hungry and tired. ) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2517449272247322550?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2517449272247322550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2517449272247322550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-we-really-more-happy_31.html' title='Are we really more happy?'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3582725127042712479</id><published>2010-08-29T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:26:54.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts to share but I guess I&amp;#39;m still not used to typing Chinese with these BB keypad. &lt;br&gt;Hmmm… its Sunday. &lt;br&gt;No wonder I have so many random thoughts and feeling. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok! That&amp;#39;s all. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3582725127042712479?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3582725127042712479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3582725127042712479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-to-share-but-i-guess-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4737618110568701762</id><published>2010-08-26T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:34:50.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, we had dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that kept us going.&lt;br /&gt;We all were so bold back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be (...)&lt;br /&gt;I want my future girlfriend/boyfriend to be (-insert your own attribute-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when as we grow, we seem to lose our confident to dream bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all the little hopes that we used to have in the past is audacious to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;We feared, we tear and finally we give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard realistic facts come crushing into our initial dreams.&lt;br /&gt;All that is left in us is the pathetic last bubble not pricked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just &lt;/span&gt;want to be loved / I just want his(her) love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from what we used to have till the "just" boundary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compromise again and again. We all say that we miss those times back then. But there again, do we really miss how we used to let our dream soar freely as the heart feels or do we just want to escape from the current predicament which is too much for us to face?  [and hence we are looking back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! i'm sorry for my ridiculous English. I don't know what im tryin to say also. But i hope you get me. I should have done this post in Chinese instead. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4737618110568701762?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4737618110568701762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4737618110568701762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7042551991300132744</id><published>2010-08-25T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:24:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK CLICK CLICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to town with js to get my phone fixed this afternoon. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Thanks for accompanying me]&lt;/span&gt;.Had tuition in the morning so i could join the rest for avatar movie - last day screening ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was expecting a one for one exchange but they did a on the spot repair for me instead. I don't know if they actually fixed anything [cause there's not much of a problem to start with] but i actually felt more comfortable using my phone eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! So they took my phone alway from me for like 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so disconnected from the social network for the two hours can! Gosh, Side effect.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for lunch at swensens!&lt;br /&gt;The people there are dammm funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all around the place under the hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;I gotten myself two new frames! Yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 499px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/151157400.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7042551991300132744?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7042551991300132744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7042551991300132744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/click-click-click-i-went-to-town-with.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5928906364874803024</id><published>2010-08-23T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:47:22.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;He who binds to himself a joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who binds to himself a joy&lt;br /&gt;Doth the winged life destroy.&lt;br /&gt;He who kisses the joy as it flies,&lt;br /&gt;Lives in eternity's sunrise. - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5928906364874803024?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5928906364874803024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5928906364874803024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-who-binds-to-himself-joy-he-who.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7535783859289046542</id><published>2010-08-23T20:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:37:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;TANNING @ sentosa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 438px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/150146553.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to sentosa today for tanning because someone is afraid of disturbing strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bought singlet - 20 bucks, Mat - 15 bucks[share],Ezlink - 10 buck,Tram ride - 3 bucks, Food and stuff - 10 bucks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; Who says going tanning is free uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I saw two of my secondary school friends today!&lt;br /&gt;Huda and doris!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kthanksbye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7535783859289046542?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7535783859289046542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7535783859289046542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/photobucket_23.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-1056386739855352414</id><published>2010-08-22T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:59:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人的一生，&lt;br&gt;要有多少钱才算富裕&lt;br&gt;要有多少朋友才算不孤单&lt;br&gt;要有多少关怀才算被爱&lt;br&gt;要有多少眼泪才会不哭&lt;br&gt;要有多少岁月才会让伤口愈合&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;要有多少欢乐才算开心？&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know. I guess nobody truly knows either. That&amp;#39;s life. Often we spent too much time constraining ourselves in boundaries of our comfort zones. We are all afraid in some extend just because we don&amp;#39;t know what we really want. Some refuses to try while some stay in the fantasy dream they wish upoon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You jolly well know that even if you turn back again into time, that person will still leave. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You jolly well know that pretending is not gonna change anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you jolly well know that you are not fine. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dear, its alright not to be fine. Its alright to feel upset and its alright to tear over sad affairs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But still you chose to pretend. Either you pretend that you are so fine without the person or you pretend that you are so / still into the person and can&amp;#39;t redraw yourself out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t it about time that you pick up the pieces and move on? &lt;br&gt;This time around won&amp;#39;t you just listen to your heart and feel the world with an open heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its all gonna be alright. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-1056386739855352414?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1056386739855352414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/1056386739855352414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-don-know.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-163989527258106364</id><published>2010-08-21T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:41:58.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The missing piece !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/744JBwjrlKk/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/744JBwjrlKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/744JBwjrlKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who i heard this story from already. But i vividly remembered it was years back when i was first caught by a overwhelming sense of lost in life. Randomly this story appeared in my mind today. I decided to come online and share it with my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years after, i still can't help myself to ponder into deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;what about you?&lt;br /&gt;If i'm willing to listen , will you share it with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-163989527258106364?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/163989527258106364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/163989527258106364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-missing-piece-i-forgot-who-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4192240163473034703</id><published>2010-08-18T14:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:35:12.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;STEP UP 3D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 497px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00527-20100817-2007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omy.sg/"&gt;Omy&lt;/a&gt; gave me tickets to watch step up in 3D yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, sua ku as i am, it was my first 3d movie.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes! i never watch avatar because i think it's boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;:  A tight-knit group in New York's intense  street dancing underground team up with an NYU freshman and find  themselves pitted against the world's best breakdancers in a high-stakes  showdown that will change their lives forever - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darkhorizons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 539px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00511-20100817-1954.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with tiffnay because my intial date stood me up ):&lt;br /&gt;And she was free and interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 526px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00520-20100817-2001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 538px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00530-20100817-2030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I was stunned by how the 3d effect brought out the choreography.&lt;br /&gt;Well but I must say, the plot was more or less expected and typical of a "dance theme" movie.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the whole movie was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It's like those "actions ought to speak louder than words" kind of show!&lt;br /&gt;Distorted visual energy and spectacular 3D dance sequences it selves is already worth your time!&lt;br /&gt;The big screen and sound system totally reminds me the need to have a cinema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it! You won't regret it, and I guarantee that.&lt;br /&gt;I think tiffany will second to that because we really enjoyed ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;I took the effort to go find the HD trailer eh! Buffer it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that the sound system was really great?&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I was at rebel or something can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89TLbK6o-og?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00518-20100817-2001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 691px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00515-20100817-1958.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating?&lt;br /&gt;It's worth your time and money! Don't even bother to wait for DVD.&lt;br /&gt;If you are not watching it in cinema in 3D, then you aren't really watching the same show i watch!&lt;br /&gt;[4/5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! that's all peops.&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4192240163473034703?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4192240163473034703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4192240163473034703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/step-up-3d-omy-gave-me-tickets-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-212665500373449896</id><published>2010-08-16T22:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:24:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immm back for second post for the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggest. Hmmm, i remember i used to put a "CHEERS" [in orange] whenever i blog. I don't know since when i dropped that habit. Readers, have you ever wonder why i always put that ? And why is it like always in orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. I used to believe that no matter what happens, happiness is always by our side. Sometimes it might be hiding in one small tiny corner just to make us miss it a little.&lt;br /&gt;So as long as we don't give up hope and persist long enough, that little mischief will come out.&lt;br /&gt;That's why no matter how I'm feeling in any of those entries, i will put the word to remind myself of this belief.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah orange is just personal preferences, it makes the word seems more cheerful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've lost that belief that i used to be so proud of.&lt;br /&gt;I still think that people should not give up hope.&lt;br /&gt;Unless they think they don't deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time I thought that it will be fine&lt;br /&gt;But i still can not forget the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. It’s just random emotions hanging inside me.&lt;br /&gt;All the things i said in this entry. I'm just gonna let it go.&lt;br /&gt;immmmm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-212665500373449896?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/212665500373449896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/212665500373449896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/immm-back-for-second-post-for-day-as.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5371530827715067671</id><published>2010-08-16T21:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:40:27.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuition day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 488px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/41297_1498823224021_1037352019_31558391_1024417_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to go for tuition because i went for chalet last Thursday. Somehow, the kids were having summer holiday (cool uh?) and his mummy was at home. It's like stress okay. I feel more comfortable when nobody is at home cause i'm super paranoid when the adults are around. It feels as if someone is supervising me uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played WII with him for a while before i headed back to compass to meet the rest.&lt;br /&gt;The Starbucks there was filled so we headed down to vivo city!&lt;br /&gt;Walked round and round because i have problematic friends. [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha! See, i did mention this ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down at Pacific coffee cafe (if i remember correctly).&lt;br /&gt;The place was super comfortable but ..&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up 3 tomorrow! Thanks for giving me the screening tickets! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5371530827715067671?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5371530827715067671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5371530827715067671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2794344735517078483</id><published>2010-08-15T13:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:29:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS : Picnic yesterday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should start blogging uh?&lt;br /&gt;KPY is uploading the photos now, it's &lt;span&gt;125 Images and still increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 386px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5420.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went picnic with the girls and gary chua!&lt;br /&gt;As usual, mr chua was late.&lt;br /&gt;Met up at compass point to get all the food before we head down to marina barrage.&lt;br /&gt;It took us a while for everybody to settle down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 587px; height: 391px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5421.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 587px; height: 391px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5435.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5433.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 570px; height: 380px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5437.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 568px; height: 379px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5443.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 377px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5447.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 565px; height: 376px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5490.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 565px; height: 376px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5489.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 565px; height: 378px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5484.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 563px; height: 375px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5482.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5528.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5527.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 385px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5550.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 589px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5509.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;It rain-ed. That's like the worst thing that could ever happen to a picnic uh?&lt;br /&gt;But luckily we got a spot under the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;After it stopped raining [which jasmine claims is her credit]&lt;br /&gt;We went to the grass patch to and flew kite.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i admit it's trying to fly the kite.&lt;br /&gt;Immmmmm noob. None of us actually knew how to fly a kite.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, we did enjoy  ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;There was this kid that joined us and he is called "HENRY". DOPE COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 656px; height: 437px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5564.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 433px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5568.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 644px; height: 429px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5578.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 638px; height: 425px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5588.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 635px; height: 423px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5601.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 632px; height: 421px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5607.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 626px; height: 417px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5615.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 624px; height: 416px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5616.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 626px; height: 418px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5617.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 621px; height: 414px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5621.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 626px; height: 418px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5623.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 618px; height: 412px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5624.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 616px; height: 410px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5633.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 408px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 608px; height: 405px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5636.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 608px; height: 404px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5638.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 610px; height: 406px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5643.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 608px; height: 405px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5646.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 624px; height: 416px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5648.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5692.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 433px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5686.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5698.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 662px; height: 441px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5705.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5689.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 645px; height: 430px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5729.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 446px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/IMG_5755.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;163 Images uploaded ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would really go barefooted in the muddy field but i did D:&lt;br /&gt;I M-U-S-T LEARN HOW TO FLY A KITE! RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading down to town afterwards for dinner. Initally was going for indo food but the queue was like seriously long and slow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2794344735517078483?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2794344735517078483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2794344735517078483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-guess-i-should-start-typing-uh-kpy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/Kite%20flying/th_IMG_5420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3770323162968324498</id><published>2010-08-13T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:15:08.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just gotten back a few hours ago from aranda country club chalet. It was pretty fun i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this uh? It always starts to get better when it's nearer to the checkout time and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the peops and cab down to realized that i actually forgotten to bring my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb right ?&lt;br /&gt;But lucky i have wonderful friends and rich friends uh!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay for a thing for like two full day. Lunch and dinner and stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;We took a while to settle down before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/38619_1493667175123_1037352019_31542304_3786324_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/40085_1493668455155_1037352019_31542309_4102482_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think we are seriously forgetful uh? Brought such a big bag but yet all  of us like forgot to bring toothbrush can!  The orange is mine :D ,  green is wenjie and yellow is jiasheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/40657_1494016383853_1037352019_31543392_6416399_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39096_1494015383828_1037352019_31543391_7244066_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/41232_1494016823864_1037352019_31543393_2332897_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All time favorite picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 602px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39809_1493653574783_1037352019_31542280_6463228_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 605px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39809_1493653614784_1037352019_31542281_1003767_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 441px; height: 587px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/38011_1493654254800_1037352019_31542285_2188218_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 517px; height: 387px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39226_1493654734812_1037352019_31542291_981768_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 534px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/40526_1494263710036_1037352019_31543921_3292675_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah! My contact lens broke on the second day eh D:&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky right! Sighs. Leon helped me fetch down my wallet and new lens! [Thanks ah chee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39238_1494014303801_1037352019_31543385_2033552_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm  starting to miss the people already. This is what i hate the most about  chalet. It's like you spent three long days together with this bunch of  people- day and night doing everything together! And when it ends,  there is this emptiness [generalized boredom, social alienation and  apathy] within when you reach home uh? Like so lonely can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the people!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends! (not just the chalet clique of people)&lt;br /&gt;I miss irritatingsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! (Each "s" is a person)&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cuddler (ONG WEN JIE) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up next week for avatar! (:&lt;br /&gt;See ya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3770323162968324498?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3770323162968324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3770323162968324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-gotten-back-few-hours-ago-from.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8067488253312920388</id><published>2010-08-13T20:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:12:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/38957_1491308276152_1037352019_31534780_8235627_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon's house for BomChaCha meet up session on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people aint free that day- national day.&lt;br /&gt;We still enjoyed ourselves thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39064_457542104358_620549358_6248430_630128_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/40233_414812382636_745792636_4769128_5083430_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/39651_1491318516408_1037352019_31534795_1584974_n.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8067488253312920388?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8067488253312920388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8067488253312920388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/leons-house-for-bomchacha-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7804923616421241401</id><published>2010-08-13T19:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:10:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 364px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00437-20100804-1918.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just change blog skin again. I gave up on thinking of a new blog url. I guess i made a right choice to leave blogging a side isn't it? Procrastination blogging style uh?&lt;br /&gt;These three weeks of YOG holiday will really be a good break for all of us definitely.&lt;br /&gt;After this three weeks and exams, it will then be the time we all head out with our own path and move on in life with or without all these people that we have been "interacting" with for the past two and the half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said: “Those who true friends will still be contacting one another and those who will fail the test of time ain't called friendship ". Time not just shows but test everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been well for the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Without school work, even the air seems to be fresher every morning i woke up uh?&lt;br /&gt;People can now be friends and play together with any conflict of interest. (okay, i mean there are still exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say conflict if interest i really mean that act that can be considered the worst it can ever get. It makes one loses itself and lose humanity &amp; integrity. I thought after two long years in the devastating polytechnic education but i was wrong. I had underestimated the rapid maturity of these people. I'm irritating and idiotic at times (okay, i mean most of the time) , i always blog/tweet/facebook as life my life sucks and i do not have hope and i always let myself get caught in my own emotions [affecting others].&lt;br /&gt;I suck!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think so.&lt;br /&gt;But at least i stand true with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON PEOPLE OTHERWISE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna mention names or go into details.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the past memories and i just want to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;That will be the best there can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 367px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00421-20100730-1925.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 493px; height: 370px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00419-20100730-1924.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 661px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00415-20100729-1148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 665px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00416-20100729-1149.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 660px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00411-20100728-1805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/IMG00393-20100721-1752.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7804923616421241401?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7804923616421241401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7804923616421241401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-change-blog-skin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-857984558290690145</id><published>2010-08-08T18:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:22:58.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Once when the elephant was very young, it was tied to the pole the same way. Naturally, it didn't like that and tried to escape, but try as it might, the rope and the pole were too strong for it. So the elephant eventually gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, when it was older, the elephant still believed it could not escape from the rope, and remained standing in the same place, despite the fact it could then easily escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we humans often have various tasks that we tried to do when we were younger and failed, and still believe that we are unable to do. But as opposed to the elephant, we have enough intelligence and insight to know better than to believe we are still unable to perform these tasks. So if you have something that you fear to do because you failed once, now is the time to know better than the elephant, and realize that you may now be capable of doing it."   - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="f"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;shlomifish.org&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-857984558290690145?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/857984558290690145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/857984558290690145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-when-elephant-was-very-young-it.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4679958429577055060</id><published>2010-08-06T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:00:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone (singular) with whom one shares the strongest possible kind of friendship(s).</title><content type='html'>Ever since i was a kid, i never knew what to answer when random people   ask me what i want to do in the future. Doctors, scientist, flight   steward , singer , model or even astronaut. Kids will always go on and   on changing their inspiration again and again but not me. All i ever   wanted to be when i grow up is a happy person. Yes, got didn't read   wrongly. Just a happy person. Is that too far a thing to reach out for?&lt;br&gt;is it really that hard to be happy ? It seems so as the days goes by.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Henry is not happy today ):&lt;br&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 8pt;" size="1"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who can cheer this boy up ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4679958429577055060?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4679958429577055060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4679958429577055060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/someone-singular-with-whom-one-shares_06.html' title='someone (singular) with whom one shares the strongest possible kind of friendship(s).'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8203100889125242853</id><published>2010-08-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:59:50.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since i was a kid, i never knew what to answer when random people  ask me what i want to do in the future. Doctors, scientist, flight  steward , singer , model or even astronaut. Kids will always go on and  on changing their inspiration again and again but not me. All i ever  wanted to be when i grow up is a happy person. Yes, got didn't read  wrongly. Just a happy person. Is that too far a thing to reach out for?&lt;br /&gt;is it really that hard to be happy ? It seems so as the days goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is not happy today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who can cheer this boy up ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8203100889125242853?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8203100889125242853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8203100889125242853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/someone-singular-with-whom-one-shares.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6108671305938793992</id><published>2010-08-01T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:41:31.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew, i have not have proper sleep for the past 36 hours already.&lt;br /&gt;My friends say i look super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Last project presentation this coming tus and im officially off for the YOG holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Imm not feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this feeling brewing itself within me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like those kind of emotions you get before you know you will lost someone forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's like those kind of emotions that you get when you are to afraid to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;It's also like those kind of emotions that you get before you going to cycle of depression.&lt;br /&gt;All this with a pinch of happiness within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feeling i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im back to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6108671305938793992?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6108671305938793992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6108671305938793992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/08/phew-i-have-not-have-proper-sleep-for.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8990366010761034891</id><published>2010-07-31T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:40:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Its long since I have updated uh. Have been super busy with school work lately and its all thanks to the stupid Yog can. All the deadlines was push forward like three weeks. This two weeks is seriously the most toughest period I ever had in my poly life can. Hmmm.. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m on the bus now. Shit and I feel sick. RAWR. And btw the uncle told me to drop 2 bucks for bus fare instead of 1.40 eh. Why uh? Con me uh? Okok shall stop here. Really feeling sick - although its only like less then 10 stops? &lt;p&gt;Bus sucks. &lt;p&gt;Byee. &lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8990366010761034891?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8990366010761034891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8990366010761034891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-people-its-long-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-3536481369240167698</id><published>2010-07-26T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:59:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What&amp;#39;s wrong? I don&amp;#39;t know. &lt;br&gt;Or should I say I don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;s right. Life is always full of unexpected that caught us off guard. You caught me this time. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m falling. Falling slowly. &lt;p&gt;Byee. &lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-3536481369240167698?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3536481369240167698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/3536481369240167698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-wrong-i-don-know.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5248519103654792615</id><published>2010-07-16T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:24:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who what where when how? Action speaks louder then words.</title><content type='html'>From where I come from words do meant things unlike yours. Over and over. Again and again. The time has finally come I guess even when its till the end its still so. sighs. &lt;p&gt;Gosh, I&amp;#39;m really tired. Have been busy like a bee for the past week and especially the past two days. Literally skip dinner and sacrifice already pathetic sleep time just to put everything together in part timely for submission. Not one project at the goal only ok. I&amp;#39;ve got so many things going on at the same time. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m off to bed for my well deserve rest. &lt;br&gt;Goodnight people. &lt;p&gt;I just can&amp;#39;t help myself from feeling so insecure. ): &lt;br&gt;Wait, don&amp;#39;t get me wrong I&amp;#39;m not asking for sympathy ok. I&amp;#39;m just sharing how I feel. My thoughts and my feelings. &lt;p&gt;I know they can be irritating at times. I&amp;#39;m sorry if it irritates anyone. &lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5248519103654792615?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5248519103654792615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5248519103654792615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-what-where-when-how-action-speaks.html' title='Who what where when how? Action speaks louder then words.'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7698059570950114056</id><published>2010-07-14T22:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:50:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 569px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAzNjQtMjAxMDA3MTQtMjAyM.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are a lot of nice things that happen to me today eh. But today is just one of those days that you just feel don't feel okay . Everything just seems to be so wrong. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 570px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/35233_1464999818457_1037352019_3145.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i woke up on the wrong side of the bed. To make things worst , my day was super long.I even have a tuition session today. So it was like school , tuition and back to school.Deep down, i have this overwhelming emotions which i can't figure out a word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;and minal's depressing song listening session just seems to draw them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我曾经放弃，所以我没资格在留恋。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 571px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAzNjctMjAxMDA3MTQtMjAyN.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, i mean like COMEON!&lt;br /&gt;I'm henry eh! I will smile no matter what ok!&lt;br /&gt;At least in front people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Have a awesome night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can someone tell me everything will be fine ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I think this post despite being a short&lt;br /&gt;is so contradicting&lt;br /&gt; happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7698059570950114056?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7698059570950114056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7698059570950114056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/actually-there-are-lot-of-nice-things.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-9061738259115771786</id><published>2010-07-14T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:17:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in a cab yesterday heading towards a destination to fetch a tiffany. While the vehicle was at the junction waiting for the light to turn green, the female driver post me a question. She asked me if that&amp;#39;s ( referring to tiff ) is my girlfriend. I was like :&amp;quot;ermm no?&amp;quot;. She happily added on saying that life is simple, friends can become close friend and effortlessly a couple is form. &lt;p&gt;Well, her casual remark stir emotions deep within. Yeah, if only life is so simple. &lt;br&gt;Won&amp;#39;t it be nice ? &lt;p&gt;Okay I&amp;#39;m not making sense. &lt;br&gt;Byee. &lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-9061738259115771786?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9061738259115771786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/9061738259115771786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-in-cab-yesterday-heading-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5693393151910986877</id><published>2010-07-13T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:26:55.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 521px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/129053709.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look! Guess who's on terry's iphone ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is kinda boring lately. Going to school everyday just for the sake of going. Do project for the sake of meeting deadline. And there is just this very weird aura around the people.&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody really happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5693393151910986877?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5693393151910986877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5693393151910986877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/photobucket_13.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-213981136585034848</id><published>2010-07-10T22:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:07:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS MA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTktMjAxMDA3MDktMTkxM.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 362px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/33427_1459787808160_1037352019_3-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one in denim shirt. Okay actually her birthday is tomorrow but the peoples decided to celebrate for her in advance- yesterday. Her present wrapping is super cross brand. It's in the hugo boss paper bag wrap inside a tommy paper bag is a anna sui bag containing a chanel bag. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we took a really really long time to decide where to eat before settling down for korean at chinatown. We wanted to have seafood but we could find a nice place that is not fully booked. The korean food was super authentic i swear! SUPER NICE! Slightly expensive but totally worth the price. Everyone was super satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 592px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMTItMjAxMDA3MDktMTMwM.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 334px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/34153_1460896915887_1037352019_3144.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 600px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/36001_1460896675881_1037352019_3144.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked all the way down to clarkq and we all decided that the only way to end the day correct is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARRRRRRBUCKKKSS!!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE~ GREEN TEA FREP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shared a cup with curly because we were actually too fully to drink one full cup. But i think i drink most of it still la. haha! We slack for quite sometime before we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 577px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/utf-8BSU1HMDAzMjctMjAxMDA3MDktMjAwN.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-213981136585034848?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/213981136585034848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/213981136585034848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2053452035881698805</id><published>2010-07-06T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:17:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once said before two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Push me away once and i will be back.&lt;br /&gt;Push me again and i will be gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想这世上有一些东西一旦放弃了就没有资格在想要了吧？&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2053452035881698805?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2053452035881698805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2053452035881698805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-once-said-before-two-things.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7762440895040251307</id><published>2010-07-06T15:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:56:43.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/37230_1456442804537_1037352019_3143.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/36122_1456442084519_1037352019_3143.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee I'm in school now I reach like an hour ago and school actually ended just like that. Feels like an waste trip to school eh. I'm in this super good mood now actually. I keep jumping all around the place like some young kid with no regards for that knee (shit its starting to hurt now) &lt;p&gt;Before I reach school I was at town with three irritating wait no two irritating. They took this super long time to chose the stupid ring before me head all around orchard like some stupid idiot! Chanel should improve on their logistic service to avoid stock out okay! ( haha I got listen in logistic class one hor! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;snack at mos burger before heading down to school! Phew we made it in time eh! Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok ok they guys are finishing their food I shall stop here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care people!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;HENRY &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;{~edited~}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay! I gotten the photos already! Shall upload them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE ALL LOVE THIS PICTURE TTM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/36346_421093473024_721298024_442252.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/36346_421093478024_721298024_442252.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 642px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/36346_421093498024_721298024_442253.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7762440895040251307?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7762440895040251307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7762440895040251307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/wee-i-in-school-now-i-reach-like-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4503718529635928020</id><published>2010-07-04T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:34:22.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, another Sunday night has just proven to be the worst day of the week. I always feel so so lonesome on Sunday nights D: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway I was out with Gary , Joanne and yan luan. As usual that stupid is late again. Three hours it is! Well we end up damped spirits after that long wait. (btw gary I&amp;#39;m not saying its your fault) anyway, new photos will be out soon once I gotten them from yl. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, my mood is going straight down. I shall head to bed soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah tmr is ahboon&amp;#39;s birthday. &lt;br&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE BOY!&lt;br&gt;I know you won&amp;#39;t see this haha. But I hope you can stay happy just like any other four years old kid! &lt;br&gt;I strongly believe that all kids should be happy! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sighs! I want to be a kid D: &lt;br&gt;At lest there will be someone to comfort me when I&amp;#39;m all teary. &lt;br&gt;someone to hug me when I need one and someone to worry if I&amp;#39;m hungry! &lt;br&gt;Can someone come love this big poor kid ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, I&amp;#39;m getting out of point and my BB is going out of battery.&lt;br&gt;Goodnight folks! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its sunday nights like this that makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4503718529635928020?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4503718529635928020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4503718529635928020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-again-another-sunday-night-has.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7647681789728772173</id><published>2010-07-01T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:53:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escape! &lt;br /&gt;That the only word in my mind now. &lt;br /&gt;I want to run away , to a far far away land and never come back. I want to hide in night club and wish under the disco light that dawn will never break. I want to drown myself with whiskey coke until I can&amp;#39;t think anymore and I want to fall into deep sleep and not wake up- periodically not. &lt;p&gt;I feel so insecure &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7647681789728772173?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7647681789728772173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7647681789728772173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/07/run-run-run.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7343482217560710830</id><published>2010-06-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:25:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TCtTyZPoD7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/QCBrUHuCSGM/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjEtMjAxMDA2MzAtMTYwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713678"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TCtTyZPoD7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/QCBrUHuCSGM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjEtMjAxMDA2MzAtMTYwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713678"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488572696116072370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Henry wants to update this space eh. But he don&amp;#39;t know what can he write about. School? Forget it. &lt;br&gt;Thoughts and feeling? Forget it. &lt;p&gt;Hmm what else then? someone! Give me some topic to write about! Tag my tagboard eh! So dead recently D: &lt;p&gt;I love this kid! :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7343482217560710830?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7343482217560710830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7343482217560710830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/henry-wants-to-update-this-space-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TCtTyZPoD7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/QCBrUHuCSGM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjEtMjAxMDA2MzAtMTYwOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713678' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-4786031884697002068</id><published>2010-06-27T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:39:13.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a week since I Blog! Time past so quickly! Its last day of holiday already! I spent two days in school , two days clubbing , two days at home and one day for settling down stuff! Phew! Project all going to be due! I&amp;#39;m starting to get worried D: &lt;p&gt;Anyway well. &lt;br /&gt;Byeee,&lt;br /&gt;Henry&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-4786031884697002068?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4786031884697002068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/4786031884697002068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-week-since-i-blog-time-past-so.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-7200590861497590498</id><published>2010-06-20T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:31:32.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say if you are not happy you aint at the finishing line. But how happy is happy ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parents that gives you the world ?&lt;br&gt;Best friend that will always be there for you ?&lt;br&gt;Or someone by your side that says &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot; everyday ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you can only be happy with all these , how are you going to deal with everything if  lost either of those ? &lt;br&gt;Well I don&amp;#39;t know. Over the years I lost every single thing that I had. &lt;br&gt;that&amp;#39;s perhaps the biggest emo reason on my twitter, Blog and Facebook ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I no longer have the confident in stand up firm say the same things that I dare to say years back. Things began to be more and more uncertain as you grow up. The question of who really love and care about you is in more and More doubt as the pendulum swings. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay I&amp;#39;m typing trash! I do that every often recently yeah ? I&amp;#39;m sorry readers (if you are still there ): )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m lying on my bed! Feeling so emotion less! I don&amp;#39;t know how I should be feeling! I just hate Sundays ! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Facebook dead, twitter is quiet and so is other stuff. I&amp;#39;m bored&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shall I head to bed ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;have a goodnight people !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-7200590861497590498?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7200590861497590498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/7200590861497590498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-say-if-you-are-not-happy-you-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-528212188007809980</id><published>2010-06-17T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:24:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Words are hurtful, use it to say I love you instead &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I have been wanting to Blog about this issue but I forgetful my always did not. Well third incident hit upoon my this the past weeks to made to fully comprehend the above statement which I forgot where I heard from- but I think its some TV show, perfect cut uh? I don&amp;#39;t really remember. &lt;br&gt;Upset people usually use words to create an impact on people to express how they feel. Most of the time they do realize that the are hurting the listener but often they are carried off by their emotions to care about how the other party feels. &lt;p&gt;Your words hurts badly and seriously. &lt;br&gt;Things will never be the same again after those words. Every word push is apart and every sentence build a world between us. I miss having you(s). Not the you now but the you that used to have fun with me together. RAWR!&lt;p&gt;FYI : I&amp;#39;m talking about three person that won&amp;#39;t read this by any chance. &lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-528212188007809980?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/528212188007809980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/528212188007809980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-hurtful-use-it-to-say-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-667026099013834887</id><published>2010-06-17T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:49:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>If given a choice I still would hope that everything that happened happens. As much as the current predicament hurts me, memories are something I can&amp;#39;t bear to let go. &lt;br&gt;I used to say no matter how many times it replay things will still be the same. &lt;p&gt;You didn&amp;#39;t understand how I felt back then. And now ? &lt;p&gt;I once said push me away again and I will be gone for good.&lt;br&gt;It seems like you have made a choice not for me to leave but for you to depart. &lt;p&gt;I might not be making and sense now. &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m sad and dejected ):   &lt;br&gt;And I won&amp;#39;t be alrights. &lt;br&gt;I will be back to give a more complete account. Hopefully ?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;the taller the man is , the harder they fall&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-667026099013834887?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/667026099013834887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/667026099013834887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-2114523913311535965</id><published>2010-06-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:15:01.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBZHdUYLVkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6RocSQmkAJs/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDA2MTQtMTgyOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-701216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBZHdUYLVkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6RocSQmkAJs/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDA2MTQtMTgyOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-701216"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482648165382051394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBZHd9ArB1I/AAAAAAAAAvY/0CfDJIapDDI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxODMtMjAxMDA2MTQtMTgyOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-702928"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBZHd9ArB1I/AAAAAAAAAvY/0CfDJIapDDI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxODMtMjAxMDA2MTQtMTgyOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-702928"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482648176289318738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dinner with yeahhly! Thai express is super nice ! Green curry , tom yam soup and fried prawn bread ! All was nice! Thai food FTW!&lt;p&gt;Both of us dint chat about unhappiness in our life so some reason. I think we just want to enjoy your night together? &lt;p&gt;Laugh and joke over Dinner before heading to this funny funny yogurt place! (which apparently I can&amp;#39;t remember the name). &lt;br&gt;Shopping was next as she had to buy present for mr fabian !&lt;p&gt;We walked all over the place before heading up to the roof top !&lt;p&gt;Train-ed and chat all the way happily home! I enjoyed my day - although she is super irritating and auntie today!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-2114523913311535965?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2114523913311535965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/2114523913311535965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/dinner-with-yeahhly-thai-express-is.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBZHdUYLVkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6RocSQmkAJs/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDA2MTQtMTgyOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-701216' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-5248862672230132852</id><published>2010-06-12T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:48:34.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello readers! How's life going for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/28456_1433669755225_1037352019_3136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so long it’s holiday! A break off everything! It’s been pretty long since you saw me uploading photos right! Because I think it’s like stupid, one same photo that keeps appearing again over and over again haunting all the people online. From twitter to facebook to blog! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ok! I went to IT fair today! With the two “angels”!&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to buy stuffs while I merely wanted to visit people! I’m feel like a loser! I didn’t manage to find time in the end ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Enough talkin! Time for photo!&lt;br /&gt;Some are taken with my phone and the rest with somebody’s new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 340px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/28456_1433517591421_1037352019_3136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is taken with my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/28456_1433512991306_1037352019_3136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/28456_1433512751300_1037352019_3136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399236466972_662581972_435982.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 609px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399236506972_662581972_435983.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 608px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399239161972_662581972_435989.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! EPIC POST ! WE WERE LIKE COMPETING WHO CAN DO A HARDER ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 609px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399236531972_662581972_435983.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 611px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399239906972_662581972_435990.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 611px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399243026972_662581972_435996.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT LIGHTING :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 340px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399248481972_662581972_436013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399243071972_662581972_435996.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/28456_1433527111659_1037352019_3136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 609px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399243036972_662581972_435996.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 339px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399245601972_662581972_436001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399249941972_662581972_436015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 613px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/xxhenryhoxx/29909_399239191972_662581972_435989.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY FAVE PHOOOTOOO OF THE DAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-5248862672230132852?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5248862672230132852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/5248862672230132852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-readers-hows-life-going-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6439964006702778127</id><published>2010-06-11T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:00:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As time goes by people changes.&lt;br /&gt;For the better or for the worst ?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have no rights to say anything actually. I'm a person that easily insecure although I don't usually say out. I love challenges and introduction of new stuff in life but I don't like drastic changes. Drastic change in the way people interact and character is probably what I can't accept the most. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr rawr! Enough of that I don't even know what I'm tryin to say. I'm just like trying to Blog for the sake of bloggin. Anyway I'm super lookin forward to HOLIDAY! Just another one hour and seven mins and I will be off school periodically ! &lt;p&gt;I'm sitting in the lab right now and I'm not doing anything. Wait no I'm doing bloging. &lt;p&gt;Ok , I shall stop here! &lt;p&gt;Enjoy your holiday people ! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6439964006702778127?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6439964006702778127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6439964006702778127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/changes.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-413934030549307278</id><published>2010-06-10T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:21:17.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple man</title><content type='html'>Life is simple but humans ain&amp;#39;t simple! People do things on their own accord. Sometimes I wonder if I&amp;#39;m over reacting or people as friends are not sensitive enough ? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really like one of my tweet yesterday. It goes like this : &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not suddenly close to anybody, I just distanced from some &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By choice or not I don&amp;#39;t know if its a good thing. But it seems that people around me notice this distance even faster then me. &lt;br&gt;What they see is the surface not in depth. &lt;br&gt;School that don&amp;#39;t feel like school,&lt;br&gt;Class that don&amp;#39;t feel like class,&lt;br&gt;Friends that stopped caring , &lt;br&gt;Close ones that stopped loving,&lt;br&gt;Promises that are broken &lt;br&gt;And happiness that no longer exist. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m dejected and I&amp;#39;m sure this feeling is more then mutual among. So much had happened in this two years. It all happened quickly but we didn&amp;#39;t went throught it easily. Why do I say so ?Not just me, look at others Blog and tweet. The emotions are similar. Everyone is seriously tired of everything. We are not really happy deep down no matter how much laughter we hear in class. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the wonderful sugar coating that everybody is trying to put upon the cold and unfeeling reality all comes melting down when we puck in our ear pieces and listen to the rhymes that brings sorrow to our hearts. Only till then we are able to show others our true self. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sadly its on twitter and blogs. Is that a good thing ? Idk. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody is feel so lonesome but it seems like nothing can be done to solve the current predicament that we are in.&lt;br&gt;I feel so helpless. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its it possible that we can all be happy one day ?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-413934030549307278?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/413934030549307278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/413934030549307278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-man_10.html' title='Simple man'/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-8747090326806548858</id><published>2010-06-10T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:22:38.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I have configure the blogger-email thingy. I did it in like one min after trying for so long yesterday. I feel so stupid. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m just done with my five percent individual marking coding for tomorrow.  No effort actually just puttin up a front and pretending that I have done something. &lt;br&gt;Finally , tomorrow will be the last day of school! I don&amp;#39;t know how I should he feeling now actually. &lt;br&gt;School is just so and devastating. So many thoughts inside me but I just don&amp;#39;t know how to put them into words.  &lt;br&gt;I just feel..&lt;p&gt;Forget it. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from SingTel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-8747090326806548858?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8747090326806548858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/8747090326806548858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-i-have-configure-blogger-email.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37108203.post-6914593374577097925</id><published>2010-06-06T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:15:55.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37108203-6914593374577097925?l=speech-of-silent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6914593374577097925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37108203/posts/default/6914593374577097925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speech-of-silent.blogspot.com/2010/06/mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>HENRY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOapVce1DmA/TBoDyOVEifI/AAAAAAAAAvk/R6UdGNWL02E/s1600-R/29936_1435530321738_1037352019_31371397_5009456_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
