<?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-11684852</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:21:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild Mannered</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-116646573406506047</id><published>2006-12-19T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:15:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two more weeks and we're done? That's what someone thinks...no offense but as long as we're in this career path, we will never reach the end. (I'm talking about the minor projects and portfolio review.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a constant learning process which means we can never rest on our laurels. If we do that, inevitably we'll become obsolete and discarded. So I'm not thinking of two weeks ahead. Instead we should think further, possibly ten or twenty years in the future. What's going to be big then? Come on...level with me, do you think you're A grades will reflect your capabilities. It's such a farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to estimate your potential on a scale of A-F? I'll tell you the worst kept  secret in the world...no one can make you feel worthless except for yourself. Confidence, self-esteem that'll come in handy when your tutors, clients etc. reject your art, design and illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel anger subsiding in me. It's fuels the drive to raise my performance. I can finally feel the passion stirring in me. It took nearly 23 years for me to realise it and it feels incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be better than everyone else. No...that's not what the anger is telling me. It is telling me what I do right now is making me happy. And that was what I wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ten or twenty years, I want to be happy. That is my mission. Two more weeks - IMHO, is just another milestone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-116646573406506047?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/116646573406506047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=116646573406506047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/116646573406506047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/116646573406506047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-more-weeks-and-were-done-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115860404637819881</id><published>2006-09-19T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:27:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="75" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="70" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="70" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="65" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="65" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="53" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;53%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="50" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="45" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="30" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="30" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="28" size="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;28%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Young and acrobatic.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind stepping aside&lt;br /&gt;to give someone else glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/robin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm a Robin. He doesn't wear pants for god's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115860404637819881?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115860404637819881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115860404637819881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115860404637819881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115860404637819881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-results-you-are-robin-robin-75.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115860264219731465</id><published>2006-09-19T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:04:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I know this seems like a frivolous topic considering the previous was about Armageddon and all. However I would like to dedicate this post to a four letter word called lust (not that other four letter word which I’m sure some of you had in mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically the theme will center on my lusts and forgo yours because I would like to bring attention to an incident where an acquaintance once asked, “Who do you think is the sexiest female actor?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t answer him then and there. How could you expect such a complicated issue to be resolved in one afternoon like that? That was uncalled for. It takes a serious amount of debate and research to give an absolute exact answer. (coughs * BS*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is - this is my answer! Drum rolls if you please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s so hot, she just oozes sexiness. Aaaaahh! This is me losing my mind. Have you seen her in Scrubs or American Pie? She’s just sizzling. She might be one of the reasons I was born a man. Well…you figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such a perfect smile too. OMG it’s sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem (coughs) well now that I’ve let that out of my closet. I shall retreat to my normal inhibited self censured lifestyle. Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115860264219731465?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115860264219731465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115860264219731465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115860264219731465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115860264219731465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-i-know-this-seems-like-frivolous.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115842379490821339</id><published>2006-09-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:26:06.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine a global disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the impact it will have on your life and those that you love and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realise it might come true in 2010, 2011 or 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2006/10mar_stormwarning.htm"&gt;http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2006/10mar_stormwarning.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be an intense solar storm occuring very soon in the next decade. If it exceeds the 1859 (Sep 1) solar flare, the first ever recorded in history; The devastation will leave millions - if not billions dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And survivors will slowly perish because diseases such as typhoid, hepatitis etc will spread like wildfire in our decimated population. The modern world will come to a standstill. It might take years to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't science fiction. The perfect space storm is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115842379490821339?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115842379490821339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115842379490821339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115842379490821339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115842379490821339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/09/imagine-global-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115809258723649806</id><published>2006-09-13T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:23:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is, you're asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one day you could just fall out of love. Just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't beat to her name anymore...that's how I knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115809258723649806?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115809258723649806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115809258723649806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115809258723649806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115809258723649806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115679646183228018</id><published>2006-08-29T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:33:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today I'm going to set aside my dilemma in school and talk about my crappy single life. I know - sounds like a snoozefest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing : What is the ultimate sacrifice that a person can give to a person he loves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the realisation of this answer many years ago. Through the amalagation of experiences (mine or friends'), mushy love tunes in addtion to fortune cookies, etc. It's a messy concoction - I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, (don't hold your breath) is &lt;strong&gt;letting GO&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hard isn't it? Especially when you're completely inspid at flirting, charming and dating. You're otherwise known as the affable but pitiful 'Hopeless Romantic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life my friend, sucks like a sponge. Oh GAWD you look painfully ordinary...while girls are melting over dreamy idols and guys drooling over gorgeous pin up dolls - life is unfair. Has been for the longest of time. Get in line if you want to beat the shit out of life. (you realise the irony don't you?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, keep your chin up. Because I know, even if no one is interested - doesn't mean that life is over. Well - not yet, look out for the horsemen. In my entire life I've had misses all around. Not once on the targetboard. It hurts to admit it too. Fortunately I'm numb to the pain (guffaws...no I'm not. Get off my case!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are that 'Hopeless Romantic', you have a friend in me. And sometimes you realise that love extends to friendship and this is something that you can't let go. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend&lt;br /&gt;Hisyam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115679646183228018?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115679646183228018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115679646183228018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115679646183228018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115679646183228018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-today-im-going-to-set-aside-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115567147854712567</id><published>2006-08-16T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:51:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry. I don't know whether I can contribute to my team anymore. I feel scared. I went to see the doctor on Monday and he diagnosed me with depression. I wished he had prescribed me those anti-depressants. I think I could've used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my mental faculties have managed to slide into such pathetic cowardice. It's just a project. I know that but somehow I am losing my mind. I am afraid of today because at 8 I shall have to go to school again. I have to resume work. But inside I am deathly afraid. Of what exactly - I am uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need counselling. But I do not have time for this. I have to pick up where I left off and continue the project. If I do become insane or unstable I hope it doesn't affect my family or friends. Perhaps I will cease to think normally. Hopefully this entry will remind me that I once had logic and sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 2 weeks left, please...do not unravel until the project is over. It's 4am I should go to sleep. Maybe I should eat my sleeping pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115567147854712567?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115567147854712567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115567147854712567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115567147854712567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115567147854712567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115515490174160639</id><published>2006-08-10T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:21:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Of Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>I'm having a rought time with my final year project. I feel the same ammount of pressure I had years ago when I knew I was going to do badly for my A Levels exam. I'm not sure whether I can manage to finish this project without cracking up. It's immensely difficult to do something when you have a past that hangs over you like a deadweight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a whiff of air after it rains? I wish I could keep it with me forever because it helps calm me even in the most dire of situations. Nothing beats that sort of freshness. Well...hahaha I may change my mind in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115515490174160639?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115515490174160639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115515490174160639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115515490174160639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115515490174160639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/08/breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='Breath Of Fresh Air'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115082492659985784</id><published>2006-06-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:35:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/1600/upload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/400/upload.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live by their rules&lt;br /&gt;Die by their rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just crave acceptance&lt;br /&gt;In a place where half truths&lt;br /&gt;Are deceptions&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention&lt;br /&gt;Untold hyprocrisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step further from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be -&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115082492659985784?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115082492659985784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115082492659985784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115082492659985784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115082492659985784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/06/live-by-their-rules-die-by-their-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-115065747598531631</id><published>2006-06-19T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:07:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid of being lonely  &lt;br /&gt;But being alone. &lt;br /&gt;There is a difference. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of people that I love &lt;br /&gt;And how one day they will dissapear &lt;br /&gt;One by one. &lt;br /&gt;And that frightens me - &lt;br /&gt;To death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's silly I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't be replaced. &lt;br /&gt;Sure, I will meet new people. &lt;br /&gt;But I can't let go of the memories. &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget when they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;They are a part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially people that I love. &lt;br /&gt;More important than status, wealth&lt;br /&gt;life or health &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I give up everything to protect them? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know, &lt;br /&gt;I dont know - whether I will be strong enough. &lt;br /&gt;But I know I must when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I'm alone, my thoughts scare me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-115065747598531631?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/115065747598531631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=115065747598531631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115065747598531631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/115065747598531631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-afraid-of-being-lonely-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114942896290758717</id><published>2006-06-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:05:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>151st</title><content type='html'>How long has it been since I last had tears rolling down my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want tmrw to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114942896290758717?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114942896290758717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114942896290758717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXJN_JDrpRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXJN_JDrpRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114895447765508358?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114895447765508358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114895447765508358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114895447765508358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114895447765508358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114892699628905644</id><published>2006-05-30T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:23:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>When you have barely slept and your bones start to ache cause you napped in a chair, everything seems tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelids get heavy and the next moment you're dozing off in front of the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Sighs}}...take care and use lots of disinfectant spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114892699628905644?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114892699628905644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114892699628905644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114892699628905644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114892699628905644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114883650992899092</id><published>2006-05-29T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:57:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/1600/GOLDFISH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/400/GOLDFISH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV at 12 45 am on CH 5. There was an advertisement which began with a goldfish swimming in presumably - water (LOL). The goldfish swam for approximately 1 1/2 sec and for 1 sec later, it presented Kah Mee Optical Co. There were neither fancy effects nor graphics. Furthermore I didn't understand a word because it was in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the link between the goldfish which dominated the short advertisment and the optical co? My best guess would be that they were saying something about having eyesight like a goldfish. ( I don't know...they have big eyeballs??) It was definitely one of the more unusual ads I've seen for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114883650992899092?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114883650992899092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114883650992899092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114883650992899092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114883650992899092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/goldfish.html' title='Goldfish'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114857561181218035</id><published>2006-05-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:50:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Desert Punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/1600/mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1350/499/400/mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was playing soccer I took out my glasses and wipe them with my shirt because earlier someone had thumped the ball in my face. I dribbled past a few opponents and passed the ball. Then I heard people crying in disbelief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it was unusual for someone to be wiping his glasses while dribbling the ball forward. But evidently nobody else had done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You multitask is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha wa lau like some pro?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...made my head swell big for nothing. I didn't know that it was a spectacular feat. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114857561181218035?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114857561181218035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114857561181218035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114857561181218035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114857561181218035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-desert-punk.html' title='I&apos;m a Desert Punk'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114849764365569898</id><published>2006-05-25T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:07:23.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine//mine lag//nag lime</title><content type='html'>I bought a new copy of Imagine FX! It's a magazine dedicated to digital painting and other potrayals of fantasy artforms. It's uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...I'm going to read the tutorials and give it another shot. Lately I've been trying to paint but the results were less than satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a self portrait in vector format today at work. Maybe I'll post it in tmrw. Cause you know - I LOVE to showoff...hahaha, well not really. I feel self concious when people comment about my work. ZOMG! How to be a designer like that...tell me X 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on everyone, say LMFAO. Yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3am and I'm signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114849764365569898?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114849764365569898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114849764365569898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114849764365569898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114849764365569898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/imaginemine-lagnag-lime.html' title='Imagine//mine lag//nag lime'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114840286408430768</id><published>2006-05-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:47:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the yammy!</title><content type='html'>Dear me of today....&lt;br /&gt;I had such a boring day. Basically I'm just sitting there staring at the computer screen for nine hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've done that at home. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup i'm back! Time to resume blogging after my long sabbatical. Alrighty fans...you're numero uno wish has come true! WOOO HOOO. Come on everyone say "hell yeah baby"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's back X 3 {{echo}} Back againX 3  {{echo}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know nobody gives a damn.&gt;&gt;&gt; 1. take a screw 2. violate yourself with (1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114840286408430768?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114840286408430768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114840286408430768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114840286408430768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114840286408430768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/05/return-of-yammy.html' title='Return of the yammy!'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114473553944701401</id><published>2006-04-11T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:05:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to write this down somewhere before it fades from my memory. Although I doubt that could happen since its a sweet memory that will surely remain in my mind for time to come. But its the details that I want to preserve...and that's what matters isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the scenario. My boss from Moving Visuals, Galen asked me to go down Coleman Street to collect his jeans from the tailors and while I was there to help him get lunch as well. Like all interns I just groaned at the request. I know interns pay their due this way or another. It's just how it works.(I wanted to sulk and be grumpy but He's SO courteous about it...dammm lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...I digress -WTH thats not my story...quit stalling moron! Anyway after collecting his jeans, I went to locate his cafe which happened to be Spinelli's. There was a sales girl who had one of the warmest smiles I've seen. She looked at me in a way that made me think, &lt;em&gt;is she interested in me?&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah, yeah that's just my ego talking. Well, she was talking to me and she said she put more salad into the bowl - just for me(it's for my boss - but I appreciate it). Then she had trouble closing the lid cause it was the wrong tupperware bowl. Hahaha oh man...so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had been more charming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for the good service miss ...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry but your name is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll say "(radiant smile) Thank you very much Miss ___ . I'm Hisyam and I'm delighted to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the way that I have mapped out this entry I would've introduced myself. Furthermore increasing my chances of being friends with her. Of course at that very moment I had no idea how to react otherwise this post would've been very different and perhaps ideal? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114473553944701401?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114473553944701401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114473553944701401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114473553944701401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114473553944701401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-to-write-this-down-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114329538575932931</id><published>2006-03-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:03:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to play the guitar and I have everything necessary to do so. It's just that when it gets tough to learn and I've hit the proverbial wall...I tend to give up. I don't have the grit and determination to make things happen. I wish I had that quality in me. It seems all that's left in place of my drive is apathy and complacency...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114329538575932931?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114329538575932931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114329538575932931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114329538575932931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114329538575932931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-always-wanted-to-play-guitar-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114270685932587940</id><published>2006-03-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:38:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie 4 Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0zAlXr1UOs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0zAlXr1UOs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114270685932587940?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114270685932587940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114270685932587940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114270685932587940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114270685932587940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/03/scary-movie-4-trailer.html' title='Scary Movie 4 Trailer'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114270199965907745</id><published>2006-03-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:13:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know...I know it's been SUCH a long time since I posted anything. But I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened since my last entry so I shall not regurgitate those events but merely present a teaser of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I've been attached to a film production house, "The Moving Visuals" and I'm doing fine there. There are about 11 weeks left in my attachment so stay tuned for more updates of my dreary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....why are you reading this? If you have a competent reason - I would like to hear from you : &lt;a href="mailto:red_five@hotmail.com"&gt;red_five@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (No spams please...lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114270199965907745?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114270199965907745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114270199965907745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114270199965907745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114270199965907745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-114164825721547830</id><published>2006-03-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:30:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>HELLO. its been a long time since ive blogged.&lt;br /&gt;this feels funny. im blogging in school. on my sisters laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad boy&lt;/span&gt;. im not doing work but waiting for things to render.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i was playing softball and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive watched wallace and gromit, meet the fockers. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;naughty naughty naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. okay. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-114164825721547830?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/114164825721547830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=114164825721547830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114164825721547830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/114164825721547830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113977832720614981</id><published>2006-02-13T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T05:05:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since the last update...honestly, I don't know whether I have the will to continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will try something new...like drawing comics and posting it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe he...oh crap its 5am and i haven't slept...and school starts at 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113977832720614981?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113977832720614981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113977832720614981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113977832720614981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113977832720614981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-long-time-since-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113856152003271265</id><published>2006-01-30T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:08:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kau selalu di hati&lt;br /&gt;Takku dekati&lt;br /&gt;Dua dunia kita berbeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be intimate&lt;br /&gt;Because we are from two different worlds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113856152003271265?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113856152003271265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a funeral wake held at the void deck of my block for the past three days prior to lunar new year and when I left this morning I had to take a reroute because the tents blocked the main exit. When I got back that evening the tents were still there and I took a longer way to navigate myself to the staircase. But when I got there I had a shock...the funeral wake that was previously there was replaced by a malay wedding! I was speechless for the second time that day. The first was when my friend gave me spongebob squarepants stickers as a gift in the morning (long story...maybe next time). So the malay wedding immediately occupy the same exact spot where the funeral was. Previously where there was a coffin, a platform where the bride and groom will be seated is erected. How morbidly interesting...first time for everything I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wanted to entail this piece of entry with a descriptive piece on quenching thirst. However, I think its pretty saturated with the two days of a funeral and wedding post. Next time then. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113844690073981631?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113844690073981631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113844690073981631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113844690073981631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113844690073981631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-was-funeral-wake-held-at-void.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113821520237374132</id><published>2006-01-26T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:53:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to finish my assignments earlier than the due date but as usual its a case of easier said than done. With all the things that are happening during the last 4 weeks, it's going to be hard to manage my time properly. Especially since I loathe planning. Which makes me stupid because it's probably the only way to save my sorry ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me - I'm awake at 2 am in the morning....my sleeping schedule has gone bonkers. I can only do work at night since there are no distractions. This means that I'm like a zombie in the day. It seems lately that I can cope with this new lifestyle but its really horrible feeling tired during lessons. I can barely keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got lots of things to do and so little time - which by the way does not wait for any man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113821520237374132?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113821520237374132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113821520237374132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113821520237374132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113821520237374132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-want-to-finish-my-assignments.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113793791498020637</id><published>2006-01-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:51:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a test tmrw for marketing and I have not started reading the notes at all. I must be insane to start revising so late but I've always been the type to drag my schedule; the eternal procrastinator who winds up panicking at the last moment. On top of is the production board which is due soon. I feel messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing work but all I want to do is lie in bed all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113793791498020637?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113793791498020637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113793791498020637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113793791498020637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113793791498020637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-test-tmrw-for-marketing-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113733628582686998</id><published>2006-01-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:44:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read some news that there will be a restriction of playing original mp3 music in blogsites. Something about licenses needed to play them. So I guess I won't be inserting anymore mp3s as background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...looks like its the 11th week now. Only 4 more weeks left until studio project. You know what that means? Horrible deadlines and heavy assignments. In short - make or break weeks. How do I feel about all that? mmm...a little nervous but I've got my skittles, lol so I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113733628582686998?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113733628582686998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113733628582686998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113733628582686998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113733628582686998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-read-some-news-that-there-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113690355506296118</id><published>2006-01-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:32:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When my relatives come over to my house for both hari rayas, I wonder why I never socialise with them. I think one of the reason is that I don't like so many people to be in my house. Then they make so much chatter and all I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sickening - I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder -1 when I will change my habits?&lt;br /&gt;2 why is my face so expressionless?&lt;br /&gt;3 why do i walk so stiff?&lt;br /&gt;4 why do people ask me these questions thinking that I know the answers when I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113690355506296118?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113690355506296118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113690355506296118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113690355506296118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113690355506296118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-my-relatives-come-over-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113683269703605446</id><published>2006-01-10T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:51:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swiss psychologist (1875 - 1961)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most common things that I do early in the morning while taking the train is listen to my songs on the mp3 player. It really helps improve my mood and I find it increases my morale for the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the songs inside the stored memory are Japanese songs which are associated with certain anime. Most of the time, I will  recall the story and basically daydream. It would be wonderful if my life were as adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on my way to school today, I'd imagine what life would be like if I were to be schooling in a fictional mercernary institute. Teenagers being groomed into rent-a-cops, instilling justice in an apopcalyptic earth dimension. I think about these things all the time. They may not be artistic in the fundamentalist sense but in my defense I'm more keen on commercial animation like Warner Bros. Not everyone can conjure a story like Akira which defies convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be nice if I could, sigh...lol&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Songs help capture timeless memories and restores the nostalgia of yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113683269703605446?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113683269703605446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113683269703605446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113683269703605446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113683269703605446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-works-of-man-have-their-origin-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113674104428648494</id><published>2006-01-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:24:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joan Klempner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining heavily the past few days and I've been sleeping in until late afternoon. Of course all of this at the expense of my assignments which I should be working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about rain, I remember when I was younger, during which I had no computers and game consoles to get distracted with; I would be watching rivulets of raindrops rolling down the glass window of my old Bukit Batok apartment. It's kind of hypnotic and the rain never lets down. There was a big tree that was facing just outside my kitchen window and when lightning flashed, there would be scary silhouettes taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, the only form of leisure I indulged in was reading. Imagination was the name of the game. Whenever it rained, I would lie on my bed and start reading furiously. The weather was particularly instrumental to my reading ambience. What a simple life I had lead before. And you know what, sometimes I wished it was just like that now - but only when it pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you open a conversation box and wonder if HI is good enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113674104428648494?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113674104428648494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113674104428648494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113674104428648494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113674104428648494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-achieve-impossible-dream-try-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113631740945501648</id><published>2006-01-04T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:43:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my best working hours are from 1am to 4am. That's when everything is quiet and I have no other option but to do my assignments. The only problem is...I have to wake up early for school. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been some time since I blogged. It's weird cause once I start typing, the words just come into my mind. But if i hesitate and procrastinate, I never get it done. Especially writing stories. I finally completed another draft for my concept animation. I wonder what kind of reception it will get considering I just thought of it the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113631740945501648?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113631740945501648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113631740945501648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113631740945501648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113631740945501648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-my-best-working-hours-are-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113586586711466106</id><published>2005-12-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:17:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had lots of fun today at Clarke Quay today as we (Dorothy, Jing Wen and Jonathan) went to a Karaoke outlet and sang our lungs out. Hmm, I think this is the first time I have ever hear JW and Dorothy sing . They sound really good. And Jonathan? Well he's still Jonathan...hahaha well he's not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go for Karaoke, you just wanna scream and sing like a maniac. At least that's how I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards we went up Fort Canning Hill to check out the scenery. It's really beautiful watching the sunset from that view. Wish I had recorded it...I brought my handycam but had forgotten the DV tape(oops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it, cya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113586586711466106?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113586586711466106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113586586711466106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113586586711466106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113586586711466106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-lots-of-fun-today-at-clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113569973466954067</id><published>2005-12-27T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:08:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty killed the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never truly understood why he (Jack Black) said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he mean that Ann had unadvertantly set in the motion the events which gradually led to Kong's untimely death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that Kong could've escaped and ran away but where to? Could he have swam back to Skull island (even if he could find his way back)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kong realised that he was outside of his elements. He was King on his island. However out there in the manhattan jungle he was basically, a captive. It was fundamentally a situation that he knew would eventually head towards tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kong was a not only a prisoner of circumstance but of love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say the kind of love he had for Ann was primal. He offered protection and a beauty in his heart that is human. The kind that transcends form(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113569973466954067?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113569973466954067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113569973466954067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113569973466954067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113569973466954067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/12/beauty-killed-beast-i-never-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113447809350607219</id><published>2005-12-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:48:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand what's this attitude that my drawing teacher, Mr. Jiunn is talking about. I do get the idea in general but it's vague to say the least. I want to do well but I'm not sure I can get the right attitude for my fantasy figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's claymation, sighs...I don't think our group can make the deadline. I really want to see the product of our hard work. SO frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113447809350607219?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113447809350607219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113447809350607219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113447809350607219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113447809350607219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-understand-whats-this-attitude.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113441184759523251</id><published>2005-12-13T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:24:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tea stained paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I had to stained four pieces of A2 catridge paper with tea...one for me, 3 for my friends. Ahhh so back-breaking...and the end result seemed like an absolute waste of time, not to mention paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/kraftproject/craft-tea-stained-paper.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/kraftproject/craft-tea-stained-paper.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where I found some tips on making tea stained paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to read my books now...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113441184759523251?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113441184759523251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113441184759523251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113441184759523251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113441184759523251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/12/tea-stained-paper-i-cant-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113405815474528183</id><published>2005-12-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:09:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm...how am I going to complete my clay animation project....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is falling behind schedule(mine obviously...lol) my group's supposed to build the set today but we ended up conceptualising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we experimented with paper clay. It felt good to have it between my fingers unlike superclay (another modelling clay) which was in my opinion - too oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some groups were already shooting and most of them were using blue and green backgrounds. These type of backgrounds are good for inserting digital matte landscapes. (i think..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We're the only team creating a real set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's great we're doing it old school (even though we're using a digital cam?) but I just hope it doesn't cost us too much time because unfortunately we have about two weeks left until the deadline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113405815474528183?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113405815474528183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113405815474528183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113405815474528183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113405815474528183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113336619479672112</id><published>2005-11-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:56:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blur! so blur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the claymation briefing was at 1.50pm but it had started one hour earlier...so I missed all the vital instructions. Then we couldn't find Eugene, so we're still in the pre-production stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Haidar and Yaoguang today in the computer lab (with their laptops) working on their assignments, they seem to be very busy. They commented that my skin had become visibly darker and I was really surprised because I didn't notice anything different...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113336619479672112?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113336619479672112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113336619479672112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113336619479672112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113336619479672112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/blur-so-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113326435011972254</id><published>2005-11-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:39:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is full of mysteries and I love them. It gives life dimension instead of simple flat existence. Just look at how popular Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code is. People want to know the unknown. It's within our minds to explore and acquire knowledge. Sometimes its just plain fun to speculate. (hahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's fun for me? To sit under the stars and think about the vastness of space...clear my thoughts and just focus on that...endless possibilities...worlds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two words: &lt;strong&gt;mind-bending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113326435011972254?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113326435011972254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113326435011972254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113326435011972254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113326435011972254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/world-is-full-of-mysteries-and-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113322107114872075</id><published>2005-11-29T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:37:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no....I hate it when this happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through the night with my MSN messenger account logged in. While waiting for a reply I thought, hey why don't i try lying my head on the pillow. What a mistake...I fell asleep immediately and the consequence of my absence is a slew of unreplied IM's which I now feel very guilty of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone...this is why I don't like to log in when I'm sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113322107114872075?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113322107114872075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113322107114872075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113322107114872075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113322107114872075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113310049534756118</id><published>2005-11-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:11:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stallion: The Spirit Of Cimarron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched in the movies but I really wanted to catch this feature animated film on tv. The reason is this week in fantastic figure, I have to draw some centaurs and Stallion has beautiful drawings of horses which I could use as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, IMHO, well done. (check out the canyons and river...first disney movie to integrate CG together with pencil drawings and it even won an academy award) In addition it posessed a powerful story. But it lacked greatness, the way The Lion King, The Little Mermaid and Aladdin had achieved. I just don't know how to explain it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm going to do some research...to see whether I can dig up some anatomical studies of horses from Stallion. CYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113310049534756118?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113310049534756118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113310049534756118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113310049534756118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113310049534756118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/stallion-spirit-of-cimarron-ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113302452608181800</id><published>2005-11-27T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:02:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Goblet Of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger went to post my entry yesterday even though during the uploading it seemed to hang. So I have two versions. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the fourth installment of Harry Potter. This is my first time watching the series. My verdict? Well I did enjoy watching it, in fact it was probably better than some of the movies I've watched lately. (Zorro...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover  it cost me $4.50 to buy the tickets from a friend (not a scalper please...) who had a special offer because his mother had advance bookings through her company. It was well worth my time watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113302452608181800?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113302452608181800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113302452608181800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113302452608181800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113302452608181800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/goblet-of-fire-blogger-went-to-post-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113294437095623899</id><published>2005-11-26T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:46:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irritating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger just loses my post when it hangs during the uploading. Then I have to type everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...next week I have a lot of things to cover. Two tests, one assignment and concept to pitch. On top of that, the claymation contest that I registered for. I dont mind the work though, it helps me focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's soccer was really tiring. The sun was really hot at 3pm and it had affected my energy. Just after two hours I got cramps in my legs. The weather can influence the work rate or performance of a player and that's something I learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I outpaced myself because I wanted to go back home at 5. You know, its weird how Im so in tune with my physical abilities and when I'm running, my mind is hyperactive. I wonder if this is normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113294437095623899?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113294437095623899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113294437095623899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113294437095623899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113294437095623899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113294365812631961</id><published>2005-11-26T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:34:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things to expect next week. I have two tests, one assignment and concept to pitch. Besides this I also have the claymation contest to deal with. But I like keeping myself busy...it helps me focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...you know the sun was really very hot today at 3 pm. Exactly when I played soccer. I never took into consideration that the weather can tire my body faster than usual. So I outpaced myself and got burnt out after 2 hours. I got cramps in my legs too. (I never stretched before playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy playing soccer now. It seems that I have improved my reading of the game and my mind is really active during each match. In a split second I have to make so many decisions and most of the time it works...so Im quite happy. I think its called vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadever....basically it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im watching Goblet of Fire later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113294365812631961?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113294365812631961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113294365812631961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113294365812631961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113294365812631961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-many-things-to-expect-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113258001776390739</id><published>2005-11-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:38:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Hello.....I've got a list of my favourite anime songs! A total of 22 songs which was initially 15 but I couldn't discard. (so hard to choose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these anime I have seen, heard their theme songs and such. But there are exceptions like FF unlimited, Ghost in the Shell SAC, Escaflowne etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The number one song for me is groovy! My favourite Jap singer is Nami Tamaki.&lt;br /&gt;Fav seiiyuu is Megumi Hayashibara ~ duhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Porno Grafitti is such a cool band name...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favourites? Tell me okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm time to do more sampling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I limited my choices to a song per anime...if I didn't my list would be flooded with Gundam, Inuyasha and Shaman King songs....heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My favourite anime songs of 2005&lt;br /&gt;22. Mirai No Kiyoku by Yuka  &lt;strong&gt;Kiddy Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ½ by Kawamoto Makoto  &lt;strong&gt;Rurouni Kenshin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20. Get Along by Megumi Hayashibara (!!!) &lt;strong&gt; Slayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Still Time by Tokuyama Hidenori  &lt;strong&gt;Gensomaden Saiyuiki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Yuzurenai Negai by Tamura Naomi &lt;strong&gt;Magic Knight Rayearth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Rise by Origa  &lt;strong&gt;Ghost In The Shell 2 SAC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Higher and Higher by Kumoko &lt;strong&gt;Rave Master&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Asu No Egao No Tame Ni by Matsuzawa Yumi  &lt;strong&gt;Gate Keepers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Trust by ???  &lt;strong&gt;Vandread &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cloud Age Symphony by Shuntaro Okino  &lt;strong&gt;Last Exile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Omokage by Megumi Hayashibara (!!!) &lt;strong&gt;Shaman King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Yakusoko Wa Iranai by Yoko Kanno &lt;strong&gt;Vision Of Escaflowne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Starting Up by Julia Mazda &lt;strong&gt;You’re Under Arrest 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;09. Little Wing by JAM project featuring Masami Okui &lt;strong&gt;Scrapped Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;08. Open Your Mind by Chiisana Hane Hirogete  &lt;strong&gt;Ah! My Goddess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Vivid by Fairy Fore  &lt;strong&gt;Final Fantasy Unlimited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I Am by Hitomi &lt;strong&gt;Inuyasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;05. Melissa by Porno Graffiti &lt;strong&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Hey Jimmy by HAV  &lt;strong&gt;Peacemaker Kurogane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;03. Believe by Nami Tamaki (!!!) &lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;02. Reason by Nami Tamaki (!!!) &lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Groovy by Koumi Hirose &lt;strong&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113258001776390739?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113258001776390739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113258001776390739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113258001776390739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113258001776390739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-your-mind_21.html' title='Open Your Mind'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113250984542048647</id><published>2005-11-21T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:04:05.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Mind</title><content type='html'>You know I should be more disciplined in blogging...hehe I feel so lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out the cybergames at Suntec Convention Hall today with my secondary school friend. I find it really - &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;? Well I couldn't see what was going with all the bystanders forming an impenetrable wall. So I just went around looking until there was someone passing out freebies. I tried to get the razer lanyard but the crowd really picked up when some they heard someone was passing out freebies...omg...its just a stupid lanyard...I really wanted to turn back but I was pinned in then I thought to myself...I ain't leaving this riot without a freaking lanyard!(especially after all the trouble I went through) It was really ugly...damn kiasus. Oh...I almost forgot...I saw Fiona Xie and that dude hosting that show which I don't recall, taking photograph with fans...we just walked away...&lt;em&gt;lol no big deal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I suggested to Badrul that we headed to Singapore History Museum because they were screening a free showcase of locally produced animation. He agreed and we decided to walk there. Unfortunately we got lost. I didn't know that the museum had temporarily relocated to riverside. SO we walked there and went straight ahead from the MITA building thinking it was just up ahead. In the end we circled Fort Canning Hill, only to find the museum had been closed for renovations...Badrul knew...why didn't he tell me? I'm &lt;strong&gt;super blurrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad we managed to see &lt;strong&gt;Srinivas Baktha&lt;/strong&gt;'s(my animation guru) 'Flutter', 'Elephant OK' and the other I can't quite remember and &lt;strong&gt;Damien - Rex's&lt;/strong&gt; 'Habit'. Ooooh then there was a Q&amp;A session...A short break at 625pm and I went to Liang Court for dinner. OMG no other fast food outlet except for MacDonald's...Damn it...been eating it for a week &lt;em&gt;DIE mac I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still contemplating on attending the 'Best Of Ottawa 2004, 2005 ' screening which was between 7-9, 9-11 respectively. Then I thought...&lt;strong&gt;go for it&lt;/strong&gt; since Desmond convinced me that it was free. Kekeke hey....it was so inspirational, awesome, funny!, weird, ridiculous and amazing all at the same time. (some were just plain kooky...) What an eye opener....so many interpretations, techniques and stories divulged. It was worth spending my time there, I learnt a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on a final note...&lt;strong&gt;I'm so embarrased&lt;/strong&gt;...kept thinking Ottawa was some Japanese animator...It's the name of a place....So goondu ~ &lt;strong&gt;Hisyam!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113250984542048647?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113250984542048647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113250984542048647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113250984542048647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113250984542048647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-your-mind.html' title='Open Your Mind'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113214747270309927</id><published>2005-11-17T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:24:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooops I thought concept and development class was at 12pm. So I slept in all the way until 9 35 am when I saw a message on my HP from Yumi, "Hey syam...Tml cp starts at ten. My mistake..."(which by the way, she sent at 5:37 am) She had earlier in the morning said yes when I asked her whether class began at 12pm. Lol I don't blame her, should've check my time-table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113214747270309927?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113214747270309927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113214747270309927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113214747270309927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113214747270309927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooops-i-thought-concept-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113161296849321131</id><published>2005-11-11T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:56:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh...Thursdays are so pointless...&lt;br /&gt;Go to school and attend lecture for&lt;br /&gt;an hour. The only reason that I can think&lt;br /&gt;of that makes it worthwhile is&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113161296849321131?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113161296849321131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113161296849321131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113161296849321131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113161296849321131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113155315380406404</id><published>2005-11-10T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:19:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO many of my friends having their birthdays this week.&lt;br /&gt;Especially from FA01. Hence we decided to have a little&lt;br /&gt;celebration which was basically lunch at Pastamania...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all of them...so many scorpios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA ha heys I've got nothing against Scorpios - don't get me&lt;br /&gt;wrong lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I went to buy a new pair of soccer shoes...&lt;br /&gt;my previous pair was totally destroyed. The sole just dropped&lt;br /&gt;one fine day. (not today lar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played soccer in the rain, got soaked. Watched ITE&lt;br /&gt;Vs NYP in a hockey match (female league). Wet shirts haha...&lt;br /&gt;hisyam you perv! lol...actually busy playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO tired now....gotta sleep. Take care y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113155315380406404?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113155315380406404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113155315380406404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113155315380406404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113155315380406404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-many-of-my-friends-having-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113136239540463128</id><published>2005-11-08T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:19:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawnnnnnnnnn........&lt;br /&gt;..marketing is SO boring&lt;br /&gt;well maybe I'm being harsh&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, who wants to listen&lt;br /&gt;to marketing principles&lt;br /&gt;blah...blah...the 4 p's&lt;br /&gt;at 8 in the morning &lt;strong&gt;snoozefest&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tutorial was more&lt;br /&gt;entertaining. at least there was&lt;br /&gt;some interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards I made a short trip to&lt;br /&gt;Bras Basah to buy some charcoal&lt;br /&gt;and gawk at all the art supplies&lt;br /&gt;I want but will never have enough&lt;br /&gt;money (not sense) to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was 3d animation&lt;br /&gt;omg its totally about the shortcut&lt;br /&gt;keys, aaaah! Suffice to say that&lt;br /&gt;I'm really a computer idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...i'm not giving up this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113136239540463128?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113136239540463128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113136239540463128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113136239540463128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113136239540463128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawnnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113130056786613808</id><published>2005-11-07T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:09:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a nightmare so I'm awake now still recuperating from the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird nightmare. Sort of like a nightmare within a dream. In the nightmare I was being smothered with my own pillow by invisible hands and I was desperately shouting for my mother whom I had seen earlier. Then I woke up from that nightmare to find myself still within my dream and I forced myself to wake up. Don't you just hate these type of dreams. I mean isn't one enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure, nightmares don't scare me anymore. In fact I've had even scarier nightmares than this, so I'm not that spooked. I wish I could talk to someone about it though. (Everyone's asleep now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts officially in a few hours so maybe I should get some more sleep...zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113130056786613808?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113130056786613808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113130056786613808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113130056786613808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113130056786613808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-had-nightmare-so-im-awake-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113110902886182685</id><published>2005-11-05T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:57:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget what I said Im totally at fault....cause I remember saying nevermind, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;and nevermind. I don't mind, I'm so stupid that's why I keep losing my soccer balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113110902886182685?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113110902886182685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113110902886182685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113110902886182685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113110902886182685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/forget-what-i-said-im-totally-at-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113110823082494945</id><published>2005-11-05T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:43:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost another soccer ball and this time it wasn't even mine to start with. I borrowed it from a friend just so that we could play soccer together on the 31st. And when my friend was temporarily uncontactable I even condsidered buying a new soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't manage to play soccer because the pitch was waterlogged so I ended carrying the ball around until it was time to leave for my other appointment. Then of course I remembered someone offering to keep the soccer ball for me and I was so grateful. I should've taken it home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nobody knows where the ball is. Obviously it was left behind at Marina South and inadvertantly of course I will be the person responsible for the loss since I loaned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people can't have the decency to return me a soccer ball or pay me what they owe. Since previously two of them were casually kicked to the rooftop. One was just bought that day, it was brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them cost $20. I don't know how much I'll end up paying for this ball but this is just the last straw for me. When they need a soccer ball they ask me and of course I obliged. Then when shit happens its my shit to deal with...ah forget it I'm just so sick of this whole entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never ever going to supply soccer balls to anyone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113110823082494945?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113110823082494945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113110823082494945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113110823082494945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113110823082494945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-lost-another-soccer-ball-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113092234880337915</id><published>2005-11-03T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:05:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shan Shan's sister just opened her shop yesterday. It's a cosplay dress store named Haru? Dorothy was really shocked to see that display sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I didn't think for one second that it was named after her but she really seemed to believe that. Actually as Shan Shan's sister explains, it was chosen because she likes flowers and Haru means spring time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan Shan looked really different in black and white ensemble, complete with a tiara. She did look like she just popped out from a manga - cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu really irritated me so I went home while they (Dorothy, Raymond, Yanwei, Celest) spent some time at Kinokuniya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113092234880337915?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113092234880337915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113092234880337915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113092234880337915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113092234880337915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/shan-shans-sister-just-opened-her-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113077862268628314</id><published>2005-11-01T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:16:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Marina South to celebrate Yaoguang and Catherine's birthday which is in the month of November. Unfortunately the field was waterlogged so we couldn't play soccer. We went bowling instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh I hate to lose lol...but I think my team, Ni Ru Tuo(help dunno how to spell), Niece, Nezzie, Jingrong(?) did really well the second round. No really - I was impressed. Then we hit the arcade for some more fun before I had to leave for my other appointment at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my animation class also planned to go out today...so I ran all the way to Suntec City to catch a movie with them. (The Legend of Zorro) It wasn't that awful but wasn't that great either. However the movie did make me think about donning a mask...I think girls like masked men...hahahahaha....dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had dinner and I went homeward bound. Aaah my flu is really irritating. Now about that mask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a 'H' thats spells for Hisyam...ole`&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Yaoguang, Catherine and Eunice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113077862268628314?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113077862268628314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113077862268628314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113077862268628314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113077862268628314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-went-to-marina-south-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113069115650124155</id><published>2005-10-31T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:52:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a332/red_five/emma_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a332/red_five/emma_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers Dino Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're reading the title and saying "what the heck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly I'm not considered a fan of this series at all. I used to watch it several years ago but my interest waned as the plot seemed to be recurring (not unlike Pokemon, which interestingly has been around as long as Power Rangers.) every episode. Please you could literally expect what they were going to do everytime, in fact wikipedia has a lists the explains the plot. YES i actually did some research about Power Rangers, I'd never imagine that I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I saw Tommy who was originally the green ranger in MMPR and I caught myself saying "huh???". So I tuned in to see what was going on. Of course Tommy wasn't the prime reason. The truth was there was this attractive girl who was casted as Kira the Yellow Dino Thunder Ranger. (watch out - its a mouthful) In the very first episode she strummed her guitar and I was shocked to hear the quality of her voice...omg why doesn't she just become a singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did a google search on her, emma lahana: I was shocked when I discovered that she IS in fact a singer...a relatively unknown singer as fame goes but she has an official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW~she looks great....and that is enough reason for me to be a ranger fan once more. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113069115650124155?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113069115650124155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113069115650124155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113069115650124155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113069115650124155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-rangers-dino-thunder-im-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113043189049651475</id><published>2005-10-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:51:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm spent the day slacking at Jonathan's posh condo unit, playing ps2. It was suppose to be 06 gathering but only Shan Shan, Eunice, Inez, Yan Wei, Yaoguang, Anthony, Celest, Dorothy and of course Jon (duh...) were present. What a nice day, we did absolutely nothing but slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing better than slacking at home is slacking with friends`````lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113043189049651475?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113043189049651475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113043189049651475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113043189049651475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113043189049651475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmmm-spent-day-slacking-at-jonathans.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113022837483562242</id><published>2005-10-26T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:19:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so boreeeed...wish I could go out with a friend or two and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people told me that I'm too quiet...I've never really thought about it because I never realised that I was. I don't know how I can keep on talking if I don't have anything interesting to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a secret okay *pssst....my jaws get really tired if I talk more than usual and my ears burn when I hold the phone for too long. Sigh...that leaves MSN so if you want to get the most 'blah blah blah' out of me...its gotta be online hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'kay...I'll work on it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113022837483562242?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113022837483562242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113022837483562242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113022837483562242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113022837483562242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-boreeeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-113001889518846726</id><published>2005-10-24T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T06:08:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jimmy / Peace Maker Kurogane</title><content type='html'>...just a few days left until school's in session. as per normal. not that I'm complaining, I get kinda lonely sitting at home twiddling my thumbs due to sheer boredom. I could be online (MSN) all day and sometimes I get no messages at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the library books sit there on the floor waiting to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the comic book I was raring to do still just an inspiration (at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I did some of the things I had set my mind on before the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do I feel so lonely at times?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-113001889518846726?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/113001889518846726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=113001889518846726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113001889518846726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/113001889518846726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-jimmy-peace-maker-kurogane.html' title='Hey Jimmy / Peace Maker Kurogane'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112984970267416114</id><published>2005-10-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:08:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groovy! / Cardaptor Sakura</title><content type='html'>Lol yup another new layout....might as well cause this is my 100th post! Well more specifically at this site anyways, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with me? Well I just shaved so no more facial hair ~lol....and I changed my internet connection to 1500kbps. But the truth is I really can't tell the difference except for the downloads..they're slightly faster now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I'm going to play some soccer today...until later, stay groovy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112984970267416114?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112984970267416114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112984970267416114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112984970267416114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112984970267416114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/groovy-cardaptor-sakura.html' title='Groovy! / Cardaptor Sakura'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112944550561722275</id><published>2005-10-17T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:53:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do As Infinity / Fukai Mori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new layout...well its not good but at least its done. The text can't be read so easily though...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll put up some other things as well in the links and try to improve the background image. In the meantime I think I will stick with this first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112944550561722275?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112944550561722275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112944550561722275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112944550561722275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112944550561722275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-as-infinity-fukai-mori-this-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112931622455399235</id><published>2005-10-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:57:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going to change the layout of this blogsite again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update about. The holidays have been really quiet. I don't do much except read books, gaming and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the best holiday ever....hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112931622455399235?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112931622455399235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112931622455399235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112931622455399235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112931622455399235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-going-to-change-layout-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112896648035970289</id><published>2005-10-11T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:48:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't gEt to sleep....its been 24 hoUrs already...why isN't my body tIred?&lt;br /&gt;i thought just now i was finally going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but i was distraCtEd and now IM here blogging away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-earlier today-&lt;br /&gt;mS gail's i2eye (studiO apartment exhibition) was a showcase of heR pRoject that she had disclipined herself to do for 4 Years. that's amazIng. she really DedIcateD herself to her goals uNtil finally, as she quOTes it became part of her LifE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wAnt what I'm doing now (digital media design) to be part of my life...in other words I haVE to EmulAte heR discLipine and focus.  Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i'm getting tired now...gotta zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I didn't want to talk to you. I was sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112896648035970289?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112896648035970289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112896648035970289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112896648035970289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112896648035970289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112842742332032971</id><published>2005-10-05T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:03:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember the first time you did something new? Isn't it an exhilarating feeling? Especially in matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some firsts' are so horrible, you'd want to forget the moment its over. Then there are some which didn't meet your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this first to be the last...because *pssst its a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112842742332032971?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112842742332032971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112842742332032971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112842742332032971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112842742332032971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-you-remember-first-time-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112834263084275491</id><published>2005-10-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:30:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I witnessed another psycho driver today. He was driving a big heavy truck with pillions at the rear. It was very far away when the lights turned green. This fucking driver just ignored the red lights and was speeding at more than 70km/h. He nearly killed two pedestrians and hit a car that was turning into the lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I stood at the other side flabbergasted and shocked at the audacity of his actions. (This happened at the same T-junction in my previous post). He even had the cheek to honk loudly at the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day someone will become victim of his reckless driving, I just know it. Fuck...i'm really pissed off...GRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112834263084275491?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112834263084275491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112834263084275491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112834263084275491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112834263084275491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-witnessed-another-psycho-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112817973386961570</id><published>2005-10-02T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:15:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost died today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding...i was just a few inches away from death as a taxi cab, speeding to beat the red light (or for whatever reason...) almost didn't manage to stop in time and had to jam brake just a few inches away from me. I wasn't in the wrong...the green man was there...the lights had turned red and this guy was speeding for absolutely no valid reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even had the cheek to look away from me and not apologise. I took a good look at his face(an elderly man with gray hair driving a comfort cab)...thankfully I was in front and not my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112817973386961570?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112817973386961570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112817973386961570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112817973386961570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112817973386961570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-almost-died-today-im-not-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112783976382633829</id><published>2005-09-28T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:58:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>I've had many dreams. Many of them will never be realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this dream of being an illustrator...I can't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the future but this is how I feel right now...hopefully I will pass studioproject...haizzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112783976382633829?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112783976382633829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112783976382633829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112783976382633829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112783976382633829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/faith-of-heart.html' title='Faith Of The Heart'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112739923580398141</id><published>2005-09-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:27:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help....my screen is warping....&lt;br /&gt;everything displayed on the monitor looks like something reflected in a funny mirror&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it...i really need to use the computer for studio project these next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112739923580398141?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112739923580398141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112739923580398141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112739923580398141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112739923580398141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/help.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112722352035957849</id><published>2005-09-21T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:05:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swear It Again / Westlife</title><content type='html'>Hello i'm here because I want to change the song. OOh yeah and also to say that I'm bored ZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112722352035957849?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112722352035957849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112722352035957849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112722352035957849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112722352035957849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/swear-it-again-westlife.html' title='Swear It Again / Westlife'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112672554339410384</id><published>2005-09-16T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:19:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre love triangle / Frente</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where there are rolling hills, lush meadows and picturesque surroundings. But every now and then I'm reminded of the beauty that is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise how silly it was to wish something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112672554339410384?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112672554339410384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112672554339410384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112672554339410384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112672554339410384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/bizarre-love-triangle-frente.html' title='Bizarre love triangle / Frente'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112661943364559705</id><published>2005-09-14T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:50:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it...this semesteral break is going to be the last before we graduate. It just sounds so tiring to go through 3 semesters without monthly breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought the deadlines were horrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112661943364559705?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112661943364559705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112661943364559705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112661943364559705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112661943364559705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112655731921134503</id><published>2005-09-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:35:19.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally submitted my 3d maya assignment today, thanks to Dorothy, Han Guang and Eunice who stayed back and gave me support. MAN I almost gave up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating to do work alone and its especially grievous when you're not enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am beginning to change my mind about MAYA and I think it's because of Mr Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can focus on Studio Project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112655731921134503?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112655731921134503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112655731921134503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112655731921134503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112655731921134503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-finally-submitted-my-3d-maya.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112611008174309225</id><published>2005-09-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:37:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled up in me / Skye Sweetnam</title><content type='html'>Im SOOO tired...but at the same time - happy that I finally finished my web assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realised that I've never had to work so hard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly it won't be the last time either. AHAHA i have to stay positive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the song...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112611008174309225?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112611008174309225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112611008174309225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112611008174309225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112611008174309225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/tangled-up-in-me-skye-sweetnam.html' title='Tangled up in me / Skye Sweetnam'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112577696832297654</id><published>2005-09-04T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T03:49:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIghh...I was late for class for drawing last friday(and I skipped animation class; i heard mr baktha didn't take attendance). 50 mins late to be exact. All because I was doing the assignment until I had very little time left to go to peace center and print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most employess at printing shops are pretty obnoxious. This guy who was attending to me was one brilliant example. I was the first person there and he made me wait behind three people who were there after. Especially when there was this attractive girl who was in distress because her fonts were not available in the PC (because she didn't change the text to outline). I can't believe he didn't just take the printouts and give them to me when they were already done. (ANd I told him I wanted it glossy and not print to scale- Arrgh! He just doesn't listen...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this is a reminder to me - Don't go to POSTER connections again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112577696832297654?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112577696832297654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112577696832297654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112577696832297654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112577696832297654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/09/sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112542614113182325</id><published>2005-08-31T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T02:24:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuo Ai Ni / Jolin Cai</title><content type='html'>There were so many people camping in the mac lab...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish that...&lt;br /&gt;I could buy one and do all my work at home.&lt;br /&gt;Its so tiring to stay back in school.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that...Im selfish I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh my folder containing all the files, movies and images is big.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably need to hand up at least 7 cds.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha omg wished I had found the firewire sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be sad. You can always talk to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112542614113182325?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112542614113182325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112542614113182325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112542614113182325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112542614113182325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/08/shuo-ai-ni-jolin-cai.html' title='Shuo Ai Ni / Jolin Cai'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112531112761980871</id><published>2005-08-30T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:25:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am / Hitmomi / Inuyasha</title><content type='html'>Ms Lee was late for CP lesson...we waited for her for over an hour. She didn't come to class at all because she had an urgent meeting to attend. In the end, everyone left (pang seh us again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing was she called me instead of our class rep to explain why she was absent (lol)...man I felt like we reversed roles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112531112761980871?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112531112761980871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112531112761980871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112531112761980871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112531112761980871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-hitmomi-inuyasha.html' title='I Am / Hitmomi / Inuyasha'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112525030969111978</id><published>2005-08-29T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:31:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone told me to blog because I haven't blogged in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the date on my last post. The longest period of absence from me since I began posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard is going to expire soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't changed the layout...lolllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry; I will resume my posting from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112525030969111978?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112525030969111978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112525030969111978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112525030969111978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112525030969111978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/08/someone-told-me-to-blog-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112337510987297980</id><published>2005-08-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:38:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Err....i still need to learn how to design a good web page layout...until then i think this site is under construction...this is just going to be temporary i hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112337510987297980?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112337510987297980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112337510987297980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112337510987297980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112337510987297980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/08/err.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112289959905025443</id><published>2005-08-02T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:33:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asu No Egao No Tame Ni / Matsuzawa Yumi / Gatekeepers</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I want to do. But so little time. For instance I want to post an entry now but my mother's calling me to eat dinner. SO I'm going to have to leave it for another day. Lol I just wanted to change the music....and maybe the skin one day since I've learned about CSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112289959905025443?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112289959905025443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112289959905025443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112289959905025443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112289959905025443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/08/asu-no-egao-no-tame-ni-matsuzawa-yumi.html' title='Asu No Egao No Tame Ni / Matsuzawa Yumi / Gatekeepers'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112265765549835668</id><published>2005-07-30T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:22:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best holiday ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to post an entry before today but I find myself too tired to do so. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just having the best holiday of my life. I mean what better way to spend your one measly week break than to go back to school and *gasp - do more work? I mean GOD I'm spending more time there than on actual school days. Woo Hoo! Thank God for these breaks. I don't know what I'd do without them. And I'd probably be at home idling if it weren't for the mad deadlines. Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical and enjoying it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112265765549835668?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112265765549835668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112265765549835668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112265765549835668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112265765549835668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-holiday-ever-i-had-wanted-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112178504663874698</id><published>2005-07-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:57:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tian Hei Hei / Sun Yanzi</title><content type='html'>The downpour early in the morning caught me by surprise and as a result all my clothes were soaked. I thought I could get through the lesson and then go back home but it was so cold in the Mac lab. So I went home to change....maybe I should've stayed there since there was no lecture afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I found a CD filled with chinese songs (while searching for MAYA, which is lost I think). Definitely not mine. So how did it end up here in my room? Remember- I said cds were dissapearing because of a blackhole...scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112178504663874698?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112178504663874698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112178504663874698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112178504663874698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112178504663874698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/tian-hei-hei-sun-yanzi.html' title='Tian Hei Hei / Sun Yanzi'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112170861615747776</id><published>2005-07-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:47:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not so certain why I'm terribly envious of Bill and Judy's (in the sitcom 'Still Standing) relationship. I think one of the reasons is the great chemistry between them. Even after bearing three children, they still possess an abundance of energy to go out and enjoy themselves. I love their humour. In fact they are so perfect for each other. (Don't worry I realise that this is just a sitcom and their situation is totally fictional) They may not be rich or successful. In fact they barely get by with Bill's job as a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't really value the Singaporean 5c's in high regard. I prefer happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme song (Still Standing) goes something like this, &lt;em&gt;"...cause you make me happy."&lt;/em&gt; And it makes me wonder sometimes, whether I'll will be as happy as they are, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112170861615747776?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112170861615747776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112170861615747776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112170861615747776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112170861615747776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-so-certain-why-im-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112154109140454382</id><published>2005-07-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:25:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Of Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/320/mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse Model Sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yumi: I've tried drawing the model sheet for you and hope that you find it useful. I'm sorry that it's not done more neatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download from this link&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/red_five_vertigo/mickey.jpg"&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think right click, save target as...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112154109140454382?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112154109140454382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112154109140454382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112154109140454382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112154109140454382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-of-mouse.html' title='House Of Mouse'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112144492996936695</id><published>2005-07-16T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:28:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Lovin' It / Justin Timberlake</title><content type='html'>Now that there's all that brouhaha about the NKF incident, I just remembered about the donation card that I'm supposed to collect funds for them. Oh well, they didn't call and ask for it, so I guess I'm off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a woman placed her buttocks next to my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she placed her buttocks next to my cheeks which was separated by a glass partition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she was leaning against it, in the train, which was pretty crowded at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112144492996936695?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112144492996936695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112144492996936695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112144492996936695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112144492996936695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-lovin-it-justin-timberlake.html' title='Im Lovin&apos; It / Justin Timberlake'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112132119195663889</id><published>2005-07-15T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:06:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when September comes / Green Day</title><content type='html'>You know how other people keep losing their pencils or pens? In my situation, I constantly lose cds. They just disappear mysteriously. When I try searching for it, its nowhere to be found. It's so weird. Is there a blackhole which sucks in all my cds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112132119195663889?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112132119195663889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112132119195663889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112132119195663889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112132119195663889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/wake-me-up-when-september-comes-green.html' title='Wake me up when September comes / Green Day'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112092721578229933</id><published>2005-07-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:44:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry / Mandy Moore</title><content type='html'>There was this pain somewhere near my left hip bone which I started to feel after lunch and it was prevalent for most of the day until evening. Throughout the whole time, I had this nagging paranoia that it was appendicitis. I've read before about some unusual cases where children have actually died from this inflammation of the appendix and I was somewhat convinced that I was suffering from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thoughts permeated my mind. Specifically of death and other morbid fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I had my dinner, the mysterious pain ebbed. I sighed a huge relief...why was I so afraid? Because I'm not like other people who think "This could never happen to me". Im the polar opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Alls well that ends well&lt;/em&gt;, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112092721578229933?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112092721578229933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112092721578229933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112092721578229933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112092721578229933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/cry-mandy-moore.html' title='Cry / Mandy Moore'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112048811405720765</id><published>2005-07-05T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:41:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slid over to the next seat, so that she could sit with her friend. But she took one look at the seat and passed the offer over. Earlier I had cycled all the way to the mrt station (as usual) and i was perspiring heavily in the train. In other words my seat was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my animation in the room adjacent to the first because the latter was fully occupied. I thought of leaving for home at 9pm but reconsidered, thinking about my friends in the other room who were still doing theirs. At least I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;When I finally packed my bags at 9.30 the room was already vacant and the lights off. They had left without me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran all the way to station to catch up with Jonathan. He wasn't anywhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back home alone and dejected. It's disgusting to feel so pathetic. So I won't. Nobody can make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not sure I understand this road &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I'm given...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is my sister's 18 birthday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112048811405720765?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112048811405720765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112048811405720765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112048811405720765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112048811405720765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-slid-over-to-next-seat-so-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112040786469419549</id><published>2005-07-04T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:26:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel / Robbie Williams</title><content type='html'>Cmon everyone....sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to feel, real love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got too much life&lt;br /&gt;running through my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a wheel chained to the bicycle rack at the void deck of my block. Someone stole the bicycle and only left that behind. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing...&lt;em&gt;I just want to feel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112040786469419549?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112040786469419549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112040786469419549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112040786469419549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112040786469419549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/feel-robbie-williams.html' title='Feel / Robbie Williams'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112023092633816720</id><published>2005-07-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:15:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I boarded the bus today and I paid 85 cents. The driver didn't open the slot to accept the coins. So I stood there wondering what was wrong. Then he looked up and at me with a smile and said the fare is 90 cents...He said with a dismissive wave that it was ok and he didn't insist that i pay the 5 cents. What a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I still haven't figured out why the pencil that Dorothy gave me was 'suitable for computers" (that's what was written on the pencil)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112023092633816720?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112023092633816720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112023092633816720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112023092633816720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112023092633816720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-boarded-bus-today-and-i-paid-85.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-112004990509373071</id><published>2005-06-30T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:58:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Avenue / Yellowcard</title><content type='html'>Ms Winnie said my website mockup was too generic. (W:"Generic. Do you understand what is Generic?") And this was after I spent the better half of this morning, awake slaving away at the desktop. Lol...She's always treating me like I'm the dumbest person in the class.  Ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-112004990509373071?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/112004990509373071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=112004990509373071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112004990509373071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/112004990509373071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/ocean-avenue-yellowcard.html' title='Ocean Avenue / Yellowcard'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111945987715885165</id><published>2005-06-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:04:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled / Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>This morning while I was in the train seated and reading a book, a woman with long jet black hair sat next to me. She sat at the edge of her seat and started tossing her hair back. Then some of her locks hit my face and startled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to burst out laughing or scowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rolled my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111945987715885165?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111945987715885165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111945987715885165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111945987715885165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111945987715885165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled-simple-plan.html' title='Untitled / Simple Plan'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111928190675260677</id><published>2005-06-21T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:38:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to be wrong / Joss Stone</title><content type='html'>We were having dinner, just the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly know them but I was eager to get to know them better. There we were, Eunice (Ong), Valerie and I silently eating our meals. The silence was unbearable. It was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for me to talk to new friends? It happens all the time. Wish I could be more friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mee pok noodle was as usual, bland. Just like the atmosphere, lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111928190675260677?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111928190675260677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111928190675260677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111928190675260677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111928190675260677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/right-to-be-wrong-joss-stone.html' title='Right to be wrong / Joss Stone'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111893972029474844</id><published>2005-06-17T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:35:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lazy. So much more to learn about drawing. So much more to improve.  Deadlines to chase. And all I want to do is sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111893972029474844?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111893972029474844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111893972029474844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111893972029474844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111893972029474844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-so-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111884608244652980</id><published>2005-06-16T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:34:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind These Hazel Eyes / Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbourhood barber who had cut my hair several times before this, asked me. "Are you in primary school? Oops...my mistake..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright I thought...just a slip of tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he meant to ask was, "Are you in secondary school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw nearly dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a poly student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm so flattered! Many people have commented to me lately that I look younger than my age. Maybe due to the fact that I still think like a teenager, lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111884608244652980?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111884608244652980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111884608244652980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111884608244652980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111884608244652980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/behind-these-hazel-eyes-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Behind These Hazel Eyes / Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111875819167759966</id><published>2005-06-15T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:09:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shan Shan and Wenping said that I look better if I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and Dorothy pointed out to me that I had maggi hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong An chided, "Long hair, long hair - must cut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I get the hint. I'm going to the barber tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ridz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111875819167759966?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111875819167759966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111875819167759966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111875819167759966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111875819167759966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/shan-shan-and-wenping-said-that-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111867343763022225</id><published>2005-06-14T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:37:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a round of applause from my classmates when I gave my presentation for Creative Process class. They really liked the cartoon theme songs that I played for them. I didn't expect such a response from them but I'm glad that they enjoyed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will blog on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111867343763022225?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111867343763022225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111867343763022225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111867343763022225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111867343763022225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-had-round-of-applause-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111856952124428000</id><published>2005-06-13T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:56:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl / McFly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to write anymore. Before dmd0406, I didn't have a blog. Now that I'm in a different class, I wonder if I should persist on blogging. On some level, it seems like I've lost my zeal for posting entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think I should do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111856952124428000?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111856952124428000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111856952124428000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111856952124428000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111856952124428000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-girl-mcfly.html' title='That Girl / McFly'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111806804597145271</id><published>2005-06-07T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:32:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Security / Stacie Orrico</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comfort Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been totally at ease when meeting new acquaintances. I just hate the idea of change especially when I've worked hard to get a stable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becker (sitcom on Starworld) once quoted that his routine is a labour of finding the essential habits that streamlines his productivity. In other words, he leads a lifestyle of comfort; knowing that he can rely on certain things to be in conditional order daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Becker. I just hate it when I have to get my ass off the comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realise that being in an industry which is prone to variations, I have to accept change readily. It is the challenge that I have (whether I knew it before) taken when I decided to be a DMD student and in the future, a graduate and employee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111806804597145271?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111806804597145271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111806804597145271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111806804597145271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111806804597145271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/security-stacie-orrico.html' title='Security / Stacie Orrico'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111772431699665871</id><published>2005-06-03T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:58:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Dream / Greatest Hits of Korean Drama</title><content type='html'>Ahem, I guess I should defend myself after being accused of having an unhealthy obsession on dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's dissect the meaning of the word obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: An unreasonably strong and continuous interest in something, or worry about something, which stops you from thinking about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets analyze my situation. I have 3 posts about dreams. Will I have more in the future? Possibly. But currently, 3 posts can barely account for a page let alone an obsession. In other words it is uncommon. If we take into consideration the amount of volume in my two blogs and the hundred or so posts, you will obviously arrive at this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not fixated on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets explore what obsession really is. For instance, lets have a situation where this girl has a crush on a Korean actor. So far we've established that she has a healthy admiration and idolisation of a celebrity. Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession is an extreme. She can be considered to be obsessed if she crosses the line by having numerous fantasies of marrying him, for example. OR if she waxes lyrical about this Korean actor to ALL her friends. She's not thinking about anything else. Furthermore, it adheres to the condition of having &lt;em&gt;an unreasonably strong and continuous interest in something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she keeps gushing (but he's so handsome) and collects all his pictures in a special collection. Her whole lifestyle is accommodated to adapt to her fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! I guess you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111772431699665871?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111772431699665871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111772431699665871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111772431699665871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111772431699665871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-my-dream-greatest-hits-of-korean.html' title='In My Dream / Greatest Hits of Korean Drama'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684852.post-111763293293874214</id><published>2005-06-02T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:39:56.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Hotel / Elvis Presley</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Web Designs Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;lol....what? I don't know what else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;(its about another boring dream...)&lt;br /&gt;I had another dream today and I still remember it quite well. I was dreaming that I was idling at home when I looked at the clock and realised that I was 1 1/2 hours late for my examinations(???). Then I started screaming at my mother, "Why didn't you tell me I was late!" Later we started arguing. Do you know why I dreamt this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tried to sneak in a nap after waking up early for class this morning. However I was worried that I might wake up late. So every 5 mins I opened my eyes and look at my handphone to see how much time I had left until I fell unconscious. In other words my anxieties spilled into my subconscious mind. Neat huh? Maybe I can use this to control the content of my dreams....&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11684852-111763293293874214?l=mild-mannered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/feeds/111763293293874214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11684852&amp;postID=111763293293874214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111763293293874214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11684852/posts/default/111763293293874214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mild-mannered.blogspot.com/2005/06/heartbreak-hotel-elvis-presley.html' title='Heartbreak Hotel / Elvis Presley'/><author><name>Hisyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05689536980670682312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/1406/640/Me.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
