<?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-3015091654082091435</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:23:27.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brewing a storm.....</title><subtitle type='html'>When winds of different temperature and pressure meet... a tornado is born....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-9217580403551088749</id><published>2010-01-31T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:13:17.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typology test....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Typology test....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it says i am an ESTJ type person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Extraverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sensing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;People like me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bruce Willis, George W Bush, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Vespasian, Colin Powell, Martha Gelhorn, Lyndon B. Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Career Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Management in Business or Education (hmmh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stock Broker ( Highly unlikely...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Accounting ( HAHAHAHAHA )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Engineering ( Close... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Construction Specialist ( Close.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bus or Truck Driver ( WTF!!!???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Military Training ( err... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Security Services (..... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Law ( hmmh... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardian personality....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians (SJs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; share the following core characteristics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians pride themselves on being dependable, helpful, and hard-working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians make loyal mates, responsible parents, and stabilizing leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians tend to be dutiful, cautious, humble, and focused on credentials and traditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians are concerned citizens who trust authority, join groups, seek security, prize gratitude, and dream of meting out justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; are the cornerstone of society, for they are the temperament given to serving and preserving our most important social institutions. Guardians have natural talent in managing goods and services--from supervision to maintenance and supply -- and they use all their skills to keep things running smoothly in their families, communities, schools, churches, hospitals, and businesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians can have a lot of fun with their friends, but they are quite serious about their duties and responsibilities. Guardians take pride in being dependable and trustworthy; if there's a job to be done, they can be counted on to put their shoulder to the wheel. Guardians also believe in law and order, and sometimes worry that respect for authority, even a fundamental sense of right and wrong, is being lost. Perhaps this is why Guardians honor customs and traditions so strongly -- they are familiar patterns that help bring stability to our modern, fast-paced world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Practical and down-to-earth, Guardians believe in following the rules and cooperating with others. They are not very comfortable winging it or blazing new trails; working steadily within the system is the Guardian way, for in the long run loyalty, discipline, and teamwork get the job done right. Guardians are meticulous about schedules and have a sharp eye for proper procedures. They are cautious about change, even though they know that change can be healthy for an institution. Better to go slowly, they say, and look before you leap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guardians make up as much as 40 to 45 percent of the population, and a good thing, because they usually end up doing all the indispensable but thankless jobs the rest of us take for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Presidents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=2&amp;amp;c=washington" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=2&amp;amp;c=truman" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Harry S. Truman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=2&amp;amp;c=taft" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;William Howard Taft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=2&amp;amp;c=teresa" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; are examples of Guardians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;TOO much to handle for 1 day. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/9217580403551088749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/typology-test.html' title='Typology test....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4727152252651516958</id><published>2010-01-31T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:18:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gill Sans', 'Century Gothic', 'Trebuchet MS', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', verdana, lucida, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Sometimes at night, I think I drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the light and out of the mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave behind reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I¹m layered with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs are misleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I¹m on the right road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I¹m coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over and out, let¹s say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to wallow in doubt is to fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ride like the wind, and cry like the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do it all again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could turn around and run, the other way but . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me understand and she makes me feel like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I¹m just a fool in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she¹ll ever see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest secret in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I¹m just a fool in love . . . fool in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you awake, and do you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more that you take, the less you receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you¹re an angel, then what is my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in danger, I think it¹s too late, it¹s too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could turn around and run, the other way but . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4727152252651516958?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4727152252651516958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4727152252651516958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4727152252651516958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4727152252651516958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/fool-in-love.html' title='Fool in Love'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7536670715371216133</id><published>2010-01-31T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:08:23.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free sms?</title><content type='html'>hmmh... received this a couple of days ago....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird system they have... not sure if it works....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sms.org.my"&gt;http://www.sms.org.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7536670715371216133?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7536670715371216133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7536670715371216133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7536670715371216133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7536670715371216133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-sms.html' title='Free sms?'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7114309308296132920</id><published>2009-11-15T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:38:29.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to break free - from your lies and your self satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;(I want to break free)&lt;br /&gt;(I want to break free)&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;You're so self satisfied I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've want to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to, living without, living without,&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone, hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows, got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;God knows, gods know, gods know&lt;br /&gt;I've want to break free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Queen - I want to break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7114309308296132920?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7114309308296132920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7114309308296132920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>Said to many friends ... " DAMN... 2008 went Fuc%ing fast right!!!..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like just yesterday was STYLO KL.. and damn... its the 31st of December now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. its a nice time to look back of my life this year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in January... hmmh.. dont remember much of 2007/2008 new year, only that I was in Midvalley with the Stylistics for a ballroom show or as somone said it ("the stylisTITS from Penisville)... those of you who remember wut happened well good for you!!!! or it was a show whichi donated RM100,000.000 to Malaysian Aids i think but it was said as RM100... well that wut happens when you get an alcoholic emcee....hahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways... Lotsa friends I met, lotsa enemies I made too... some one once told me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I'm loved by hundreds but hated by thousands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;well.. dude.. after meeting you... i added another number to your hate list cheers MR.BUB*.... hahahahaha (What a name rite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I guess I've fale in Love this year.. yes IN LOVE... o the 20th of July 2008.. will always be a date in my memory..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the many disagreements we had, the countless times my patience was lost... I still love her dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my 24 years of life (to some I:M STILL 21!!!), i think ive actually fallen. fallen so deep, i dont wanna other getting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. peeps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish all if you that read this (and those who dont) a Happy and prosperous 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you find happiness and joy in the coming year, and may you live like a king (ok la i watched too much 300) hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers ppl and to my love... I love you, and I hope for many more years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7108826948121146301?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7108826948121146301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7108826948121146301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7108826948121146301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7108826948121146301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-379974549832533654</id><published>2008-12-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:17:56.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful?</title><content type='html'>How can someone say you take them for granted?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wut is being taken for granted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its easy for someone to point a finger and say something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its easy to say someone is childish. very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say to heed your own words, but yet they do not understand even the meaning of what they ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you sit on my table, then ignore me, like I aint there. then you feed the person, again like I aint there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i go for a walk, your friends then sit in my place, I come back to move my stuff, I suddenly became like a complete stranger ..... AT MY OWN TABLE!. then i move my stuff of, and apologize for being there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont say anything, cause if I do, its me being childish right? fine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, thats my frustration for today... what;ll be next I wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-379974549832533654?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/379974549832533654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=379974549832533654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/379974549832533654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/379974549832533654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/grateful.html' title='Grateful?'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1307157465164459303</id><published>2008-11-12T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:09:25.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than timings...</title><content type='html'>Apart from bad timings... its even worse when someone says they are gonna do something, then be all hyped up about it.. then just forget about it..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT VERY VERY Annoying.. especially when someone has already bad timings, dont keep to appointments, can you even trust them to get the job done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of ppl are full of talk, but as the organisation NATO.. No Action, Talk Only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of ideas, a lot of talk, but NO follow through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih.. frustrating aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ppl are wut I term as, things along the way with no back bone... (a bit long eh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have no vision, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They dont plan for anything for the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They claim they want to do a lot, but there;s always something in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wont work or be focused as a result of no vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are always full of excuses, to try and justify something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1307157465164459303?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1307157465164459303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1307157465164459303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1307157465164459303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1307157465164459303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-timings.html' title='more than timings...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1606671001396140871</id><published>2008-11-11T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:47:32.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>timings...</title><content type='html'>Why do people commit when they cant?&lt;div&gt;Why do people over promise but under deliver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people set a time and yet not show up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they not know that they keep others waiting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That they keep others expectant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why all the hype but no action?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? WHyY WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had people say they are downstairs (my office is 2 floors up). So I go down, they are NOT there. Then you cal them then they say their parking. Then you wait another 10 mins, call them, and guess wut? They wont answer their calls. Then they call you back and say, 'oh, i was in Bangsar Shopping Centre, thought your office was there' (My office is in Telawi BTW). Then they rock up 1 hour later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW FREAKING FRUSTATIING THAT IS??? and the best part, he wants to see me to do a business deal, AND its the first time meeting me. How professional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then other times, you get someone saying they are coming at 2, and they will hurry, but at 4pm, you still dont see them. And then you ask them and they say 'you still in bangsar?' What kind of no brainer is that???? I mean, you supposed to meet me in Bangsar, and then you ask me where I am, when you are already 2 hours late?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally feel, there are 3 reasons for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) They are just indisciplined and lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) they are compulsive pathological liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) they dont give 2 hoots bout other ppl cause they seem to think they are better off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever the reason is... .. If you find yourself in this category, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITs not that difcult to send a text to say you'll be late or something, rather than keep quiet and wait for the other person to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a problem with timing, DEAL WITH IT! People dont have to get use to your late comings. It only shows how unprofessional you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1606671001396140871?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1606671001396140871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1606671001396140871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1606671001396140871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1606671001396140871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/timings.html' title='timings...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1422640811400871035</id><published>2008-11-10T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:39:17.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Things could be worse"</title><content type='html'>If you thought your life was bad or shitty, things could be worse.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your wife turned Lesbo, your daughter's a slut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your son, Richard Junior, likes dicks in his butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your boss is an asshole who thinks you're a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd rather be beaten than show up for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bank has foreclosed on that dump you call home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's less hairs on your head than those stuck in your comb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your car just got reposed, your daughter's with child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dyke wife informs you, divorce has been filed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dog got run over by the neighbor you hate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know its your fault for not closing the gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when you thought your life could'nt suck anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you discover your dick has an open sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go to your doctor who just shakes his head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so make the decision you'll better be off dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the only pill on your medicine shelf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you can OD on to finish yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is a bottle of Viagra, so you take every one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for death, but experiencing none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of those damn pills ending your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your dick just falls off, increasing your strife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO always remember, whatever your pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever your problems that drive you insane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone, somewhere is worse off than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the overall picture, your problems are few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW, shut the fuck up and get me a beer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1422640811400871035?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1422640811400871035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1422640811400871035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1422640811400871035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1422640811400871035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-could-be-worse.html' title='&quot;Things could be worse&quot;'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-2122544239344655856</id><published>2008-11-04T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:54:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Life</title><content type='html'>Day in Day out&lt;div&gt;Morn comes, a new day is seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my humble abode I go into the wolf's lair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there I will be for the next freaking 16 hours or so per freaking day...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this what I want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the life I choose to lead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To not have a life out of my weekends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinners are cancelled, plans are cancelled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends become acquaintances which in time will reduce to just mere strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many roads lie ahead, many paths are before me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which one do I choose? What do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can speculate the end point, but we cant think of the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A decision only I can make for myself, why burden others with this questions, fool I am to think theyd care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I must think hard about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The choices I choose to live life by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-2122544239344655856?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2122544239344655856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=2122544239344655856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2122544239344655856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2122544239344655856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-life.html' title='This Life'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1494620921390280663</id><published>2008-10-05T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T04:51:58.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions you make...</title><content type='html'>Many decisions I have made in my life, may steps I made in life..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoke to Poodle bout my career steps throughout the years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving Hilton and working somewhere else, getting paid less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then leaving there and getting paid even less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then leaving there and getting paid even less... but connections and growth here are limitless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then what is it al about? A choice between job satisfaction, and money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obviously chose satisfaction... I may not be making the money I want now.. but I met someone very special to me, I am glad I amy all those moves, if not I would not have met her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am content with her, and this chain of events, just lead me to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know how they say 'when you know, you just know'... well i knew when i met her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1494620921390280663?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1494620921390280663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1494620921390280663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1494620921390280663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1494620921390280663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/decisions-you-make.html' title='Decisions you make...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-8692660983325904242</id><published>2008-10-05T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T04:47:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you?</title><content type='html'>Someone once asked me, " What makes who you are today?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its pretty much a discussional / debatable topic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some would say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' your past'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who you are today is how you were brought up, is through all the things in the past, is they way we as human beings adapt with our surroundings and past, and circumstances that has lead us here today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some would say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' your future'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I'd say the same too.... why?.. I dunno... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I would say, your determination of your future constructs who you are or rather must be for the future, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an example, If i'd by next sunday, I will give you a year long fully paid holiday to travel the globe, you naturally would really look forward to Sunday, and wrap up everything dat needs to be done throughout the week, thus, this coming Sunday, s affecting how you are today, like wise, when dat year is up, and the following week you are back to your normal routine life, you start feeling a lil sad, again the future, changes how you are in the present...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once told me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'In order to achieve big things, first dream big' - Conrad Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the founder of Hilton International ( I guess he forgot to inform his grand daughter... but then she may dream of other big 'things')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-8692660983325904242?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8692660983325904242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=8692660983325904242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8692660983325904242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8692660983325904242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-makes-you.html' title='What makes you?'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7361234946938953289</id><published>2008-09-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:59:05.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi-lingual...</title><content type='html'>The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice&lt;div&gt;Hearing you speak my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beckoning me to answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling me you want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of uTracing your shadowscape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7361234946938953289?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7361234946938953289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7361234946938953289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7361234946938953289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7361234946938953289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/bi-lingual.html' title='Bi-lingual...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7065182883781567385</id><published>2008-09-17T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:52:02.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust...</title><content type='html'>Safety &amp;amp; trust... twin sides of the same coin. - both involve risk and both form the foundation of any great relationship&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Safety&lt;/span&gt; - the feeling you get when you have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its weird how we say we can trust someone, or we have trust issues and etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we trust total strangers easily in everyday life. The reason may be that we trust a stranger easier than intimate partners is cause we think that a stranger cannot hurt us like we imagine. But then... there was something i read..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;' it takes a great deal of trust to drive a car down the road at 100kmh and an oncoming car on the other side also at a 100kmh and only one white line separating the two of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The potential for danger is great- you dont know if the other person has been drinkng; you dont know if he's gonna stay on his side of the road. That actually takes alot of trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of the thoughts paterns that destroy trust in reaionships are dwelling on the past pain and futurizing about potential negative events that haven't happened. Every time your mind starts to make up wild stories that involve abandonment, guilt, jealousy- those visuals or tapes just keep on playing in your mind and just dont stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT WAS THE PROBLEM.... NOW HOW DID WE GET RID OF IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible to bring yourself back to the present moment and differentiate the past, future and the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we have these negative feelings, we talk about them, not hiding them but being honest, we know the source came fromt he past, the situation in your head is not threatening to the other person, but how do we let those negatives thoughts go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a young relationship, you need to bridge the differences, get to know one another, but then the basis of any good relationship has to be trust. So... without trust, its a challenging feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7065182883781567385?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7065182883781567385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7065182883781567385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7065182883781567385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7065182883781567385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/trust.html' title='Trust...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5104685328946882890</id><published>2008-09-16T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:26:43.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What bothers you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in HER life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him what was wrong - he said nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset - he said it had nothing to do with me and not t worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled ad kept driving. I cant explain his behaviour; I dont know why he dint say 'I love you too'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore, He just sat there and watced TV. He seemed distant and absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation, but he had fallen asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost sure his thoughts are with someone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In HIS life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is sooooo fucked up. Someone I knew really fucked me over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5104685328946882890?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5104685328946882890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5104685328946882890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5104685328946882890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5104685328946882890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bothers-you.html' title='What bothers you...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5948639522850749062</id><published>2008-09-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:55:47.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thin line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sitting in this new found mamak... Black and white.. a bit the high class mamak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was chatting with C aka 'siti' (In future, all references to C will be made as Siti)... hahah.. A comment was passed, about territorial / overprotective boyfriends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is the thin line between a protective boyfriend and a OVERPROTECTIVE boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;This is what I think......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protective if he's worried about your health or safety (drinking too much, being assaulted, not eating right, not sleeping enough) but still lets you go out on your own or with friends - and is confident enough you wont cheat on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overprotective is if he's trying to stop you from doing things without him because he doesn't trust you or doesn't want you to have fun without him and is unnecessarily jealous. Possessive is the next step - when he sees you as his property and thinks he can control every part of your life (clothes, ho ; bbies, who you meet...) Thats definately a step too far and that step isnt very big.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5948639522850749062?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5948639522850749062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5948639522850749062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5948639522850749062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5948639522850749062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/thin-line.html' title='The thin line'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-9009262106245491642</id><published>2008-09-08T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:52:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to know or not to know....</title><content type='html'>What which would you prefer?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know and be hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To assume and cause yourself mental torture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ask and not believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To act upon your assumptions and maybe screw things over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-9009262106245491642?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9009262106245491642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=9009262106245491642' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/9009262106245491642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/9009262106245491642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-know-or-not-to-know.html' title='to know or not to know....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1190438884995841202</id><published>2008-09-08T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:50:22.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Californian Curb Kick</title><content type='html'>Hmmh.... something I dint know existed actually does.. and it even has a name.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Californian Curb kick'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To curb : the act of 'curbing'. Slang for a horribly disgusting way of inflicting damage/and or causing death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It involves someone open mouth biting on the corner of the curb so they are open jawed across the cement. You then stomp on the back of their head causing their jaw to split open across the curb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commonly the results would be, massive reconstructive surgery and dental work, if not death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see that guy again, you probably cant recognize him, but if you dont know where he is.... he probably died..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting....  What would case someone to inflict or receive such an act..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1190438884995841202?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1190438884995841202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1190438884995841202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1190438884995841202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1190438884995841202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/californian-curb-kick.html' title='Californian Curb Kick'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-8653006395562818826</id><published>2008-09-08T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:33:21.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of our lives...</title><content type='html'>"Has what you done in the past have in whatever way improved your quality of life?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words was taken off the movie 'American History X'... Some scenes depicted in the movie have struck some parts of my mind, some buried memories that come alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories that should have been buried, its weird that at the point you do things in life, you don't see the extend of how wrong or right it is... but when you see it through someone else.. it strikes much more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when we are young, we do stupid things, things that would haunt us for the rest of our lives, some people would have regretted their actions some will not, but for those who did, I thank the world to some extend that they would give us a second chance to redeem and prove ourselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for the rest... well too bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another quote I like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"History is a people's memory, and without a memore, man is demoted to the lower animals"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Malcom X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-8653006395562818826?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8653006395562818826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=8653006395562818826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8653006395562818826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8653006395562818826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-of-our-lives.html' title='Days of our lives...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-6751039537637433315</id><published>2008-09-04T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:29:09.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Id, ego and super ego....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting theory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brain divided into three parts, the id, the ego and super ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The id. Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The part which wants only pleasure, without though/conscience. Total opposite of the super ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like a new born baby, it does not know right from wrong, it just wants to have fun. Without thinking of the norm of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caught in between the id and the super ego. The part with conscience. It wants to satisfy the id and at the same time the super ego. It is the part of us that wants to be norm. The part that wants to fit in the world and what we learn as is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The super ego. Total opposite of the id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The father figure, the one which wants to be right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm bored.... and I miss her... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-6751039537637433315?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6751039537637433315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=6751039537637433315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6751039537637433315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6751039537637433315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/id-ego-and-super-ego.html' title='Id, ego and super ego....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7702250440416591929</id><published>2008-09-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:15:52.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A prayer for the stressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the courage to change the things I cannot accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kill today because they pissed me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today as they may be attached to the ass that I may have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kiss tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me to always give 100% at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12% on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23% on Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40% on Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20% on Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5% on Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and help me to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm having a really bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it seems that people are trying to piss me off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it takes 42 muscles to frown but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only 4 to extende my middle finger and tell them to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck Off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7702250440416591929?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7702250440416591929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7702250440416591929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7702250440416591929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7702250440416591929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer.html' title='A Prayer....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1531657432862084324</id><published>2008-08-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:01:35.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missin...</title><content type='html'>You are the best thing that has happened to me recently,&lt;div&gt;you give me reason to look forward with much belief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I hear you speak, I wanna go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do what I thought i'll never do before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your words drip the sweetest note like a honeycomb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make my heart feel like i'm already home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make my life bearable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the kindness you've shown is near unbelievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody has shown that kind of warmth and interest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you have shown to me, not to talk of the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward every passing day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the day i'll see you smile to me again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes even though its only 14 days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1531657432862084324?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1531657432862084324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1531657432862084324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1531657432862084324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1531657432862084324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/missin.html' title='missin...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-2382391507834658950</id><published>2008-08-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:42:27.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trust...</title><content type='html'>Trust, earned or lost&lt;div&gt;Do you have it from the beginning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you earn it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it take long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think trust is earned and lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must never be questioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For questioning trust is questioning your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you have to question your friend, did you ever really trust them to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you ever be close to that person again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you ever hear their secrets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will it ever be the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They might not ever fully trust you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how this feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost people's trust many a time before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have lost my trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why on earth dont they trust me, why on earth dont I trust them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished we could, but the past just seems to haunt on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-2382391507834658950?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2382391507834658950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=2382391507834658950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2382391507834658950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2382391507834658950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust.html' title='trust...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-3190918228032303352</id><published>2008-07-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:35:28.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard</title><content type='html'>I Dont know you&lt;div&gt;But I Want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the more for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words fall through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And always fool me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant react&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And games that never amount&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've still got time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've made it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cant go back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I;m Painted black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and warred with yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time that you won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've still got time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You;ve made it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-3190918228032303352?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3190918228032303352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=3190918228032303352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/3190918228032303352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/3190918228032303352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-slowly-glen-hansard.html' title='Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4993166661597164273</id><published>2008-07-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:02:25.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content....</title><content type='html'>Whoa..... cant remember much during the last two weeks...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is dat have been up and down Singapore many times.. HA hahaha... I;m the new unpaid driver! DAMN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STYLO SG seems to be kicking of well, the first leg would be the prelude launch on the 1st of August in HKL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So work = 8/10 hahahaha fo rnow.. hope it would be 12/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships... well I guess that goes better... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and that certain someone have decided to give it a try.. so we are on 'probation' hahaha Doink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny, how in the initial stage, she would say, NOoooooo, dont wanna be involved, because of too may uncertainties in life, dont wana get hurt bla bla bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me still being there, well as the saying goes, ... (Whats that saying again).. somehting about always being around and the heart grows fonder hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways yeah.... HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... its still a bit difficult as there are some people around that would like to dictate my life. weirdos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Dont date her' , 'I dont have good feelings', 'she is too young for you'.... GOD!!!! Whats up with you people....!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont even know her, how can you judge???? STUPID!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None the less... I am living my life and those who have their opinions.. well .. Fuck Off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. yeah.. Am contente for now, I am happy being with her, Happy doing things for her, Just happy with her presence... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy... I think I'm in Love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4993166661597164273?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4993166661597164273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4993166661597164273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4993166661597164273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4993166661597164273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/content.html' title='Content....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-6685597174093474482</id><published>2008-07-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:15:15.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Uncertainty is a term used in subtly different ways in a number of fields including philosophy, statistics, economics, finance, insurance, psychology, sociology, engineering, information science... and our very conscious...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someone who had this thought of uncertain death.... and flash that she would die. Today in fact. 5th July. and could even describe the manner of her ascertain death...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry for her... I offered to come over cause I heard she was down... She asked me for what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no reply....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna be around someone I care about.. I wanna be there for her... but haih... I dont think she wants me around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my uncertain death is coming... death to the heart... again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-6685597174093474482?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6685597174093474482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=6685597174093474482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6685597174093474482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6685597174093474482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/feelings-of-uncertainty.html' title='Feelings of uncertainty'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5611573203519472401</id><published>2008-07-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:05:04.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylo Singapore</title><content type='html'>Just got back from countless meeting in Singapore...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been driving like for 20 hours over two days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meetings was good...in my opinion.. S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scheduled for the 26th of September... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to fly down on Monday for a 9.30am meet there and then come back.. then drive down on wednesday and back on thursday... ARGH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5611573203519472401?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5611573203519472401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5611573203519472401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5611573203519472401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5611573203519472401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/stylo-singapore.html' title='Stylo Singapore'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1622677123913920640</id><published>2008-07-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:52:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macha...</title><content type='html'>Macha.... the nickname that the usual suspects had given to my ex housemate...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is his story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He moves outta my house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still has my keys, cause i did tell him if you ever feel lonely call me and come over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i thought.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i come back, and he sits in the hall... I keep quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as far as i recall, I did say call before coming. weird.. don't think he understands english..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, Leisa has some alcohol stored over, and his visits gets more frequent. the alcohol depletes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEAP BASTARD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then does the worst thing ever. He backstabs me to his bosses who know my boss very well. That was the last straw for this fuckin loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed my locks. Don need to tell him anything. Dont owe him any explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of loser is this????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1622677123913920640?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1622677123913920640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1622677123913920640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1622677123913920640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1622677123913920640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/macha.html' title='Macha...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-570682139644784981</id><published>2008-07-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:42:31.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you do...</title><content type='html'>the things you do that put a smile on my face... even when i show you a shitty face... but then if i showed you i like it... then you would stop..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you do that nasal laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you tickle me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you poke me and try to irritate me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you reply my messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you hug me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you follow me out and bear with my friends who can be pains occasonally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you fix the woodcraft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you are there when i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you chase me around in the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you let all cares go and be a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you ask me for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you say my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you compliment me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you lay beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you sleep on my arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you follow me for house shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you change my sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when you smile, it feels like a bunch of roses just bloomed.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-570682139644784981?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/570682139644784981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=570682139644784981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/570682139644784981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/570682139644784981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-you-do.html' title='The things you do...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7124505295855436184</id><published>2008-07-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:33:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone....</title><content type='html'>Met a girl recently...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well actually met her during STYLO kl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial thought = she was a spoiled brat.. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then met her again recently.. when she was looking for a job, introduced her to my boss, which had been drinking and upset, thanks to the moron NIGEL GAN, who just had to tell her on that day that he was leaving the company and joining 'Taman Taman'. Fucker!... sorry.. just had to say it la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andways... this gal meeting upset boss... not good.. she left unhappy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the plot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed my perception of her, she was actually not a spoilt brat, she was actually quite the opposite. she was down to earth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(psst.... she still harping on the fact that i thought she was a brat/bimbo... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways... after that night did not see her, then bout 2 weeks later when i'm out with the usual suspects (Me, Bryan, Eke, Leisa, and Priya).. we went to Social..and as we were leavng.. there was this familar face sitting outside the place talking on the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greeted her, said hello... and left.. went down ti Nirvanas to have supper. Texted her that its not safe talking on the phone at night alone especially in bangsar.. And she replies.. and i reply and she replies and i repli x 11ty2 million times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahhahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways... I finally ask her out for dinner. Took her to attic in bangsar. Twas a Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some dinner and suffered with the horrible sounding band..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and if anyone who reads this works/knows the owner of the attica.. please tell him his shound sucks. For 1 ... you dont face your speakers towards each other... its just wrong dude... oh.. and if you wanna amplify something.. amplify everything!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we left from attic and went to a mamak near her place..chilled there till like 6 am... then left for home and suffered the whole day at work.. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, twas the next day that  text and told her that i like her... like 'like'.. and she goes to saying noooooooo.. hahahaha.. no la she had her reasons, and even told me to stop. or things just might get messy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two things i could do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1) leave and sulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2)stay and maybe get hurt or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose No.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my guy friends gave me different opinions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1) Leg i dude.. if she says so.. leave her alone.. or she;ll just milk you dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2) Bro... the only opinion that matter is your own. Dont listen to others, especially matters of the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so... I chose No. 2 again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went out many times.. chilled for hours, talked over the phone for hours, we text like almost everyday. It almost seems like we're in a relationship already... hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i then ask her again 'Remember when you said nothing will ever happen between us, does it still apply' and she goes on to saying," yes it still does. and please stop liking me, it may be my mistake for someone great like you go but thats my prerogative" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih... I just dunno what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways I just put it past me, swear t myself that i;ll never bring it up to her again. We still are the same, if not closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stays over, we chill, I can lie down still and not say a word, and still feel content just with her very presence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love I guess... Yes I am... I think about her all the time, I care for her, I love her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes I know it will never come to a conclusion, it will never happened, It will be me just in love with someone who will never be loved back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time will come when i'll be broken to a million pieces, when i;ll be hurt so bad beyond recognition.. I just hope someone will be there when it happens... to help me piece back the parts into 1....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I'll just love her and care for her as much as I can. for some reason she makes me whole when i;m with her. Like the missing piece in the puzzle she fits ever so perfectly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7124505295855436184?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7124505295855436184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7124505295855436184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7124505295855436184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7124505295855436184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone.html' title='Someone....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1773725194997468223</id><published>2008-07-03T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:54:39.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Oh guess what... I quit drinking!!!!!! till December 19th 2008 at least...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo Hoo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently there are many bets running bets that i'll loose... hmmh.. wonder if I can cash in!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1773725194997468223?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1773725194997468223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1773725194997468223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1773725194997468223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1773725194997468223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-315681752123574761</id><published>2008-07-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:52:10.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New found</title><content type='html'>Friends......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is someone special,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that special one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is someone you never lie to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can b a boy or a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is someone that is always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will always listen to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always has input to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will never leave you in the dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will help you through the thick and the thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will always stand by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will never let you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is someone everyone needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmh.... 24 years of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many friends I've had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many have come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many have gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who are my friends, my real friends.. friends who have been there throughout my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years over Ive always claimed that i dont have friends or shoulders to lean on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for years I though I was alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, because I grew up too fast? too mature? too wat???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive isolated the ones who cared, the ones who were sincere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mistakes ive made, will haunt you when least expect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, time has changed my perception,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time i've allowed some people in y life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I met Bryan Bam Bam, Eke@Chalkie, Louise@LULU... oh and Sree... surprisingly.. even though we know each other for only but a few weeks, somehow it feels we know a lot.. sometimes maybe too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i love ya all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-315681752123574761?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/315681752123574761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=315681752123574761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/315681752123574761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/315681752123574761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-found.html' title='New found'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-237656347759055327</id><published>2008-07-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:37:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylo Music Fest</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh... A new baby!!!! and its mine..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STYLO MUSIC FESTIVAL.... as much as I am happy, as much I am tired already... just thinking of the work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'l be fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank god for Puven!!!! Such a life saver, more than a friend, more than a bro...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not to all you dots who think that sounds gay. IT DOES NOT AND WE ARE NOT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-237656347759055327?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/237656347759055327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=237656347759055327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/237656347759055327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/237656347759055327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/stylo-music-fest.html' title='Stylo Music Fest'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-8639458237379777136</id><published>2008-07-03T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:34:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>To all that I have hurt, indirectly or directly in the past and present.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for making you mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for everything I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for lying to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I disappointed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I liked you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that i dreamt of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that i missed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that you dint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that we had to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-8639458237379777136?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8639458237379777136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=8639458237379777136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8639458237379777136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8639458237379777136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5373144544044968592</id><published>2008-07-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:26:57.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back....</title><content type='html'>hey... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a while since i sat here, since i sat her typing and spilling (verbal/typing diarrhoea) all my emotions thoughts and ideas here on this pathetic website...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all my recent post are quite emotional and probably leads those who read, or me potraying that i have no life. Quite lame dont you think....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say many things have happened since, some good, some bad, and some just...normal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall ignore my past, the recent ones at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after my last post, K who read my post was offended on what i wrote, we had some verbal disagreements... and we sorted. or at least i think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she may have done some bad things to me, or so I make it seem. I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, its not entirely her fault... it takes two to clap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things i may have done or said could have led to things being ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... bottom line now, she has apologized to me, and I....being the stubborn ass that I am, just cant forgive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  I dont know... Partly maybe because I dont wanna get hurt no more? or maybe just the male ego kicking in? I dunno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It works fine with me, so why should i change it right?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5373144544044968592?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5373144544044968592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5373144544044968592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5373144544044968592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5373144544044968592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back.html' title='looking back....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4898932629072157948</id><published>2008-05-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:36:28.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>OOPS!, my bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the post ' Club just aint a Club..' there is a correction on Line 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should read, 'She drove to my parents house' and not I picked her from some kampung as earlier said'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4898932629072157948?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4898932629072157948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4898932629072157948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4898932629072157948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4898932629072157948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7464293725350996749</id><published>2008-05-15T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:17:18.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Haih... words can only be words, actions are actions,  what it means can be interprated in many ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend say to me ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Dude, get out of it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Dude, why just stay in and get hurt'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Dude, she just using you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Dude, dont you see? you are the filler, the one she looks for when no one else is around'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Haih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tells me, think what you wanna think. yeah maybe I am the bad one, maybe I am using you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'But if I do this and that for you, why do I?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to belive anymore, I just dont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Father , Father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  who never turned away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  When I walked away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  To seek a love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  In a world of lies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Argh!!! They just twirl you round their little finger they do, they use you till you cant give no more, then they just leave you to bleed with the vultures".... Alex Martin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7464293725350996749?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7464293725350996749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7464293725350996749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7464293725350996749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7464293725350996749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4532026959138255891</id><published>2008-05-13T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:37:20.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A club just aint a club...</title><content type='html'>Saturday 10/5/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like 7.30.. on a SATURDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!! I Dont even wake up dat early when i work...&lt;br /&gt;Offered to send someone back to their home town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked ehr up sent her, then went for my appointment at 10 to send my car in..&lt;br /&gt;time passed, 10.10, 10.15, 10.20.. FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop dude still sleeping.. so screw it la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to do it myself, baught the parts needed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, but the Sun was soooooo hot.. decided to sleep instead&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian was leaving to Vietnam, and also his birthday, so there was this small gathering/party in Barclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So asked K if she wanted to come alond, and she said yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drove to my parents house and parked her car... (Corrected Line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says she wanna go to Backyard to her friends perform, so i said ok, we can go there for a while then after to barclub..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached Backyard bout 11, as we were about to go in she comes up to me and says&lt;br /&gt;' err... dont be surprised k, we might bump into someone here'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'who' I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'M....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... so basically you dragged me here to be a lampost? you only had the whole time in the car to tell me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thanks, the minute he comes, i'll ditch you k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came, I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to barclub, refused to answer her calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. was i overreacting? Or was I just hurt? Or was I just refusing to further get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Was it vengance? I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt shitty... hurting her, hurts me more... Haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on normal occassions, this would have been the oppurtunity to get drunk, But trying my best to stay disciplined, as, I have quit alcohol.. (YES I HAVE!!!!!!!) maybe for a few months i guess.. try... at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sober in a club, is just weird.. you look around and see the stoooopid things ppl do, and then you think.. damn is dat how I am when i;m drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its been 4 nights of parties, total days 9. and all without alcohol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tough time sleeping... very tough.. she was just all over my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt hurt, I did not like hurting her.. not at all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4532026959138255891?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4532026959138255891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4532026959138255891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4532026959138255891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4532026959138255891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/club-just-aint-club.html' title='A club just aint a club...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-8176852767874932190</id><published>2008-05-13T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:46:28.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary....</title><content type='html'>Friday 9/5/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go for a brthday party, CO, in the Sanctuary.. oh oh oh wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout the birthday party, was this chick i used to know, bla bla bla, but her sister..&lt;br /&gt;England not very powderfull la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the invitation via SMS which read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey alex, please come for my birthday party tonight k,&lt;br /&gt;About 10 pm in Sanctually'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice Santually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I replied, where the F*** is Sanctually.. or do you mean Sanctuary?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes, same thing la, same pronounciation ma' spelling only different'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap my forehead.. STOOOOOOOPID NYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to the story at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up With lilian to join as well,&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym, went by Bangsar to have some food.. *oh and K baught her sequins hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Lilian who asked if Eddie could come (Li Lians ex boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;Eddie joined alon, now as i have not showered and changed yet decided to go home and chang 1st, thus had no choice but to invite Li and Ed to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a Btl of Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;Changed &amp;amp; showered, and still waiting for the arrivals of the guests of honours (Ed &amp;amp; LI) to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case you lost.... i left first as they had to get some stuff, supposed to be 10 mins only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways they finnaly arrived at 11.30pm.. which i then said 'LETS GO'&lt;br /&gt;and they were like wait la, tired la, (Diu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started drinking the vodka, then there was this tension like thing going on between the two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol and ex's.. dont go too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now in Sanctually.. (just to please some dudes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.. Then Eddie start his nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;wanting to jump off the building and etc if Li does not take him back&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd... STOOOPID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude... go fuck someone... really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to pull him off the balcony's ledge, then he kinda pushes me around, and finally,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I hated doing this (Yeah right) I had to 'defend' myslef, Slapped the dude, and there he was passed out cold on the floor... but forgot to remove my ring, thus caused him a nice bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Sanctuary... Was contemplating if I should see K..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as she had an early morning and so did I, decided to go sleeeeeeeeep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-8176852767874932190?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8176852767874932190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=8176852767874932190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8176852767874932190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8176852767874932190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/port-dickson.html' title='Scary....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-727240641453972509</id><published>2008-05-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:06:02.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People will go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody listens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody cares about it anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealousy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't even know your name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everybody gets it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a blink it leaves you cold in the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealousy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't even know your name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burned into your memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will lead you till your heart is numb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People will lead you till your heart is numb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know exactly what you're thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-727240641453972509?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/727240641453972509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=727240641453972509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/727240641453972509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/727240641453972509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-will-go.html' title='People will go....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1210695105337744112</id><published>2008-05-01T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:18:26.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejavu.....</title><content type='html'>Thursday 1/5/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound still bleeds, the pain still exist.... in the meantime ive sorta been seeing this person.. i dunno if seeing would be the right word, dunno wats it all about, maybe just close friends which i miscontruded... I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a morning meet with Mike, for some other work... Went to have a look at my car, and this other person.. hmmh i'll just call her 'K' la... was with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me she had a movie with someone, cool, i say, enjoy urself k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped her at Gardens, and i moved on home to practice some bass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised Sean i would take him for a movie, so picked him up at 6.45 went to Gardens, booked a show for 9.00pm&lt;br /&gt;damn.. like 2 hours.. wut to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go get something to eat...&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Burger King, .... K called and then joined us with M...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around a bit, left them at 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my movie, sat tru it...&lt;br /&gt;K text me at about 10 ish... replied her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the movies at bout 11.15.. still no reply called her 3 times no answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to worry a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent sean home...&lt;br /&gt;Called her again still no answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More worrying...&lt;br /&gt;Reached home... and he is not at home as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called again no reply, checked with her housemate, she's not back..&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts to pound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called D and got M's number, called M and also no answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i get a text from K... ' I'm with him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah like ok... at least tell from the beggining la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas bout 1am i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... another slap taken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1210695105337744112?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1210695105337744112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1210695105337744112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1210695105337744112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1210695105337744112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/dejavu.html' title='Dejavu.....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5182751498471667533</id><published>2008-05-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:56:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes up must come down....</title><content type='html'>Wednesday - 30/4/2008.&lt;br /&gt; Sneaked off from D, avoided the beers with some stupid story i conjured up.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Had to reach 1U by 6.30pm to pick up Def, but then had to wait for a certain someone to come down, get in the car only to tell me 'errr.... actually ah, i not going with you la, someone pickin me up' LIKE HELLO DONT MAKE ME WAIT 30 MINS THEN TELL ME'!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went down to 1U.. arrived at 7.45.. got a lil shelling from def for being more than an hour late.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to calm her down... By saying 'we go eat later k' haha.. dat was easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : anyone reading this DONT tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to LG, met with Joseph and Bri boy... got in to MODA, had some really strong drinks&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Leng from Zouk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down, MODA was alright, except the part that IT WAS LIKE 2 HOURS LONG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;during the awards there was no backstage assistants to pass the awards out, the president had to run back get the awards and then give it out, and plus the best thing happened.... Durin photoshoot, 1 of the awards the 'crystal' ball fel off... hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw.... I think it was 'Kasutpanas' doing the event... good job guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... me and def left to have some dinner in Italianees... which was good, except she was a lil pre occupied with some work issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went down to laundry to join some friends...&lt;br /&gt;and there he stood...&lt;br /&gt;Another face i just did not need to see....&lt;br /&gt;Another slap, straigh to my face... ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to him, they laughed and they chatted and they hugged... how loving... yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I was left to chil wit one of her friends...&lt;br /&gt;Forced ti put on a fake smile through out the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest night of my life.. it felt like days, but in reality it was just 1.5 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights when it came on, when the DJ say 'good night' it was probably the best thing i could have seen or heard... never have i been do happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left i asked her if she could go back wit her friend as i did not wanna eat, so she did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... even as friends I still get shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was over, the morning was near, but the wound just keeps bleeding....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5182751498471667533?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5182751498471667533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5182751498471667533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5182751498471667533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5182751498471667533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html' title='What goes up must come down....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-3006249098609231689</id><published>2008-04-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:29:11.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really want to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really want to leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now u have to go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I stay away from you forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we had was something special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep down from our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now u have to go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leave me from your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-3006249098609231689?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3006249098609231689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=3006249098609231689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/3006249098609231689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/3006249098609231689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-love.html' title='Goodbye love...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5192644471037110085</id><published>2008-04-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:42:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this feeling I have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seem to love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But other times I seem to loathe you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't be without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or maybe just without anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But why do I have this feeling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I long for your voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I would die to hear your laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But is this love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or merely lust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5192644471037110085?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5192644471037110085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5192644471037110085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5192644471037110085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5192644471037110085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/04/confused.html' title='Confused...'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-2931476101210077352</id><published>2008-02-19T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:17:10.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAW</title><content type='html'>It's nice new placein Solaris, went there by accident just out of pure boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Great place... found nice solitude fo rmyself and alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All emotions and feeligns crushed as soon as the barman greeted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face brought back so many memores and images..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of walking in my house, of figuring out why the door was lock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of my heart pounding away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold sweat that treaded down my forehead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that flashed my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute i opened the door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression i saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The betrayal that slapped me across the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt, the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put the thought behind me and get it over, the fact that 2 years of my life was a complete waste of time... Then when all is calm... I see the face that stirs it up... the person who can invoke a great deal of energy from me... the face of one my beloved betrayed me upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we love and let love?&lt;br /&gt;Why live and let live?&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/3015091654082091435-2931476101210077352?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2931476101210077352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=2931476101210077352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2931476101210077352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2931476101210077352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/02/raw.html' title='RAW'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-6120525304699051796</id><published>2008-02-19T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:09:57.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STYLO....</title><content type='html'>STYLO...? Dont ask me who chose the name....DONT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its approx 22 days to the day... life is just so hectic, 18 hour work days with no off days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-6120525304699051796?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6120525304699051796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=6120525304699051796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6120525304699051796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/6120525304699051796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/02/stylo.html' title='STYLO....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-5987511081221247668</id><published>2008-01-09T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:40:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali....08</title><content type='html'>6/01/2008... depart from KL at 4.40... get on the plane fly through rain clouds all the way to Bali.. after many sequences of my life flashing by..Touchdown at 7.40 in Denpasar (Pictures to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153706184402533378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4WkeB4L_AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vxWzwEpoqqA/s320/copy0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked around for my pick up... no sign.. and stupid mobil phone just wont roam.. ARGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a public telephone, made the call, met with up with Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed on down south to Jimbaran, apparently where the best seafood is found on the island &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155183958095035490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4rkfx4L_GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1weTIAuFmx0/s320/menega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice place, it was on the beach literally. Went to a shop called Megna cafe, which is the best and also where the bomb was.. Scary....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left Jimbaran to Ku De Ta, had a couple of drinks, did not take any photos though...then checked in in Casa Indigo, a boutique minimalist hotel in Jln Petitenget, Semiyak... nice place.. Per night is RP400k.. Website is &lt;a href="http://www.casaindigobali.com/"&gt;http://www.casaindigobali.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153709628966304786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4Wnmh4L_BI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HpYvkBmMyoA/s320/copy0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153710054168067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4Wn_R4L_CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/t35GZL_fOtE/s320/copy0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153710445010091058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4WoWB4L_DI/AAAAAAAAAFI/57rwiPZNiGQ/s320/copy0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153710719887998018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4WomB4L_EI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TQoMT7Y1XMw/s320/copy0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153711213809237074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4WpCx4L_FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nkQ8R7BTkDQ/s320/copy0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeah.. pictures was taken next morning... after i messed the place up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Mike and Danielle left for home, and me... with my itchy legs, started to paint Bali in a nice shade of red.....Took a taxi to Kuta/Legian, where all the Aussie beer fulled belly ppl were, hit a few clubs, Gals were very nice to the eye haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st stop, Poppies, twas alright, moderately packed, nothing interesting, next stop, Bounty, has 2 floors, upstairs for R&amp;amp;B and downstairs for House. House floor was dead... and R&amp;amp;B was just pumping... Lotsa gals.. and guys witout shirts.. hot sticky and stinky..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went on to other clubs around... Nothing interesting.. Which idot would wanna club on a sunday right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to casa.. zzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2 : Woke up with many calls from mike to have breaksfast, dragged myself outta bed.. packed my stuff, went down to ku de ta, had an english breakfast, very nice... After breakfast went around town, just roaming aimlessly... nothing interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with some friends in the evening.. back in Ku De Ta.. really getting hooked to this place.. nice..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155212429433240770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4r-ZB4L_MI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7uX5CH1RAWY/s320/copy0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155212326354025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4r-TB4L_LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ECv0l7ng4v8/s320/copy0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155185508578229362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4rl6B4L_HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VOHaKV4jWmw/s320/copy0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155212201799974050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4r-Lx4L_KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9ivdzG_881M/s320/copy0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155185740506463378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4rmHh4L_JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XWXSRon4e-E/s320/copy0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155185641722215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4rmBx4L_II/AAAAAAAAAFw/w_HtQFSOJDs/s320/copy0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went around in the area.. still not much action on a monday. Had to leave early cause now moving into Mike's house...in Seminyak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155214327808785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sAHh4L_OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CtGDFC1QdHQ/s320/copy0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155214151715126482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4r_9R4L_NI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QLKq8KrqUCA/s320/copy0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the whole place to myself... Nice.. well at least till some point haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZZZzzzzzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3. Woke up at 10.30 with a massive hangover, went breakfast in Daydream.. forgot the cam..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went with Mike for furniture shopping and a massage... Clean Massage.. Headed back home to pack stuff again, now going to Sanur, the Ylang Ylang villa which is where i'll be staying for the rest of my stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155216406572957010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sCAh4L_VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7I3BPDjUFbM/s320/copy0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155215556169432306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sBPB4L_PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y3_hnqQ2rs4/s320/copy0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155216251954134338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sB3h4L_UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/byi7rI_HiSA/s320/copy0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155216071565507890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sBtB4L_TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5mFFjIsVl-8/s320/copy0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155215916946685218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sBkB4L_SI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pgkVoShQU2o/s320/copy0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155215783802699026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sBcR4L_RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tPsX_FYB9zk/s320/copy0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155215676428516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4sBWB4L_QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GB4ZVvHTb3c/s320/copy0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...Nothing much to say bout the house.. and the bathroom.. oooooooooooooooh the bathroom... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now also has been granted permission to use the car.... its time to drive around Bali.. but right now.. too tired to write more.. Will continue tomorrow....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-5987511081221247668?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5987511081221247668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=5987511081221247668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5987511081221247668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/5987511081221247668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2008/01/bali08.html' title='Bali....08'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R4WkeB4L_AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vxWzwEpoqqA/s72-c/copy0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-9161054192326287203</id><published>2007-12-17T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:12:29.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Man....</title><content type='html'>These words keep ringing in my head... They stay on like a scar in my brain,, like and incureable virus in blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            &lt;em&gt;  'Love aint easy to find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          have you aint gratefull'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..... Was I being selfish? Was Iwrong or was I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions &amp;amp; questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; '&lt;em&gt;My eyes seek reality,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fingers seek my veins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a dog at your back step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He must come in from the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall 'cause I let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The net below has right away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So my eyes seek reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my fingers seek my veins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trash fire is warm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nowhere safe from the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't bare to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I've let me be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wicked and worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So as I write to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of what is done and to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And won't cry for this man'cause low man is due&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes seek reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fingers feel for flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch clean with a dirty hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touched the clean to the waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trash fire is warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nowhere safe from the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't bare to seeWhat I've let me be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wicked and worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And won't cry for this man'cause low man is due&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So low the sky is all I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want from you is forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you bring this poor dog in from the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though he just wants right back out again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I cry to the alley way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confess all to the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I lie, lie straight to the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One I've broken to match my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trash fire is warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nowhere safe from the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't bare to seeWhat I've let me be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wicked and worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you'll understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And won't cry for this man'cause low man is due&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes seek reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fingers seek my veins'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we should not look for the logic or reason in things, but instead just let it happen.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-9161054192326287203?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9161054192326287203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=9161054192326287203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/9161054192326287203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/9161054192326287203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/12/low-man.html' title='The Low Man....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4831811451902332093</id><published>2007-11-25T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:29:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang....</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey peeps!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG Shout out to Cherry from Corum!!!!!!!!!Thank you for helping us get intoxicated.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136950494936125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0odQidvUeI/AAAAAAAAADI/EFlVA5LO0uQ/s320/Pict0094.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherry contributed a btl of Chivas &amp;amp; Bacardi.... yay!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136951276620173810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0od-CdvUfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3UcA_7Ia0c0/s320/bacardi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136951366814487042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0oeDSdvUgI/AAAAAAAAADY/Y-2G8JgrfFk/s320/Chivas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed at Northam suites.... Review.... 2 out of 5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Service : Extremely bad, food servers were super slow in taking orders, Food items (Cheescake) arrived stale &amp;amp; bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rooms : acceptable, except when Nij had a shower, the whole shower head came off. Nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below some pctures we took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136962709823115794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0ooXidvUhI/AAAAAAAAADg/EFz-uxuasR0/s320/food!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adri &amp;amp; Lis dying of hunger.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136963431377621538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0opBidvUiI/AAAAAAAAADo/8dd0HM2Khko/s320/nij.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nij.. Enjoying his cheese!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136964586723824178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0oqEydvUjI/AAAAAAAAADw/1wkwp-fYNbk/s320/lis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lissssssssss.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136965471487087170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0oq4SdvUkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dbPF9dr7gaM/s320/view1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136965703415321170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0orFydvUlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ju7uvPWKVuQ/s320/view2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Views from the room.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966386315121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0ortidvUmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WvtWQEC832A/s320/supre+nij.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Super NIj... after a swim.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966682667864690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0or-ydvUnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7ODC0UFNEug/s320/bri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brians.... imaginary 'wrestling' before sleep....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136967047740084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0osUCdvUoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jcG5GbL-GDg/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beach at Bt. Feringghi..(I think dats how you spell it)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136967477236814482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0ostCdvUpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hm-IXo135rA/s320/sunset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sunset......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136967640445571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0os2idvUqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ItveSMvO_7I/s320/the+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gang... just before leaving....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Programme in Penang....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1, Lunch at hotel, sleep, swim bla bla bla, Go have dinner with NY in Lecka Lecka.. (not enoght food), drinking in some gay joint - Momo (What a name), back to room, drink some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2, breakfast in Bali Hai-dim sum, Lunch... err breakfast was lunch.. went merayau, back to hotel to swim, dinner in bt feringghi, went DVD shopping, back to room, continue drinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3, drive back to kl with hangover...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more pictures, go to brians link or nij...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4831811451902332093?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4831811451902332093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4831811451902332093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4831811451902332093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4831811451902332093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/11/penang.html' title='Penang....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/R0odQidvUeI/AAAAAAAAADI/EFlVA5LO0uQ/s72-c/Pict0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1067585159419987824</id><published>2007-10-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:05:38.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like gay spirit... Nij's dedication to some dude..</title><content type='html'>Load up your gun and tell your friends&lt;br /&gt;He can no longer pretend&lt;br /&gt;He never was self assured&lt;br /&gt;I always knew he was queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello homo (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, and some penis&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;With some KY, it feels painless!&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Chano!&lt;br /&gt;Elton Johno!&lt;br /&gt;Not a lesbo!&lt;br /&gt;But a homo!&lt;br /&gt;Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's looking for a tight new ass&lt;br /&gt;And for this gift he feels he's blessed&lt;br /&gt;He likes all men, and always been&lt;br /&gt;And always will until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello homo (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, and some penis&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;With some KY, it feels painless!&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Chano!&lt;br /&gt;Elton Johno!&lt;br /&gt;Not a lesbo!&lt;br /&gt;But a homo!&lt;br /&gt;Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he forgets just why he thought&lt;br /&gt;He used to like some tits and some butt&lt;br /&gt;He found it hard, its hard to hide&lt;br /&gt;The fact he's gay, well, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello homo (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, and some penis&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;With some KY, it feels painless!&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, embrace gayness!&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Chano!&lt;br /&gt;Elton Johno!&lt;br /&gt;Not a lesbo!&lt;br /&gt;But a homo!&lt;br /&gt;Gay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1067585159419987824?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1067585159419987824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1067585159419987824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1067585159419987824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1067585159419987824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/smells-like-gay-spirit-nijs-dedication.html' title='Smells like gay spirit... Nij&apos;s dedication to some dude..'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-7010591473371868548</id><published>2007-10-30T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:55:37.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Mannequins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb9pJ1ZClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COYg5TIQArQ/s1600-h/213789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127064109264210514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb9pJ1ZClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COYg5TIQArQ/s320/213789.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1957 Hati Malaya. Royal premier gala. KLCC TGV Cinemas &amp;amp; Aseanna Gallery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a super boring shitty night. Just sitting and waiting like and idiot. Of course somebody aka the brown DIGI woman will 'kan chiong' the whole time and scream at ppl for her incompetence or however its spelt... you catch me drift rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH!!!!! anyways me and Nij found our way of entertaining ourselves... Hugo Boss human mannequins... haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127061059837430338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb63p1ZCkI/AAAAAAAAACs/7MT4vDj5WY0/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127060845089065522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb6rJ1ZCjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDPIDg-0KwE/s320/DSC00806.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127066115013937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb_d51ZCmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_bicUXA9rmQ/s320/alex+and+nij.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-7010591473371868548?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7010591473371868548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=7010591473371868548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7010591473371868548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/7010591473371868548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/human-mannequins.html' title='Human Mannequins'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/Ryb9pJ1ZClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/COYg5TIQArQ/s72-c/213789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1826678768356253804</id><published>2007-10-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:13:21.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a lovely way to burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a lovely way to burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1826678768356253804?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1826678768356253804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1826678768356253804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1826678768356253804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1826678768356253804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-535411974999159979</id><published>2007-10-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:28:54.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Carefull WhatYou Tell Your Kids</title><content type='html'>1ST SCENE &lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mommy are fighting in the living room, right before their little son.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh !! You Bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What?? You Bastard!&lt;br /&gt;Son: Daddy, Mommy, what's Bitch and Bastard?? &lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Daddy blushes. He quickly thinks up something.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: It means Ladies and Gentlemen, son.&lt;br /&gt;Son: Oh I see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd SCENE &lt;br /&gt;The little son was watching a TV show about premarital sex and there they mentioned the words 'breasts' and 'penises'. Mommy was reading the papers.&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mommy, what's breasts and penises? &lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Mommy turned blue, and quickly thought of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "It means coats and hats, son"&lt;br /&gt;Son" Oh I see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd SCENE &lt;br /&gt;Daddy was shaving his beard and the son passed by the toilet, suddenly, Daddy cut himself and screamed....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh shit!!&lt;br /&gt;Son: Daddy, what's shit? &lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Daddy's eyes bulged, and quickly thought of something to say:&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "It means shaving cream, son".&lt;br /&gt;Son: Oh I see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th SCENE &lt;br /&gt;Christmas is approaching, and Mommy was stuffing the turkey into the stove. The turkey just wouldn't fit into the stove, so she said...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Son: Mommy, what's fuck? &lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Mommy froze. She quickly thought of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "It means stuffing, son.&lt;br /&gt;Son: Oh I see!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th SCENE&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas eve! Little son exuberantly opened the door to let all his uncles, aunties, cousins and friends come into the house. &lt;br /&gt;Proudly he said...&lt;br /&gt; "Welcome in, Bastards and Bitches! Please put all your breasts and penises at that corner of the house! My parents are busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Daddy is putting shit on his face upstairs and Mommy is fucking the turkey in the kitchen, but don't worry, they'll be out here in a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Everyone fainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-535411974999159979?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/535411974999159979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=535411974999159979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/535411974999159979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/535411974999159979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-carefull-whatyou-tell-your-kids.html' title='Be Carefull WhatYou Tell Your Kids'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-2949875490888770565</id><published>2007-10-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:43:55.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore The Journey back</title><content type='html'>Yes, its time to go back now…Waited for Angela &amp;amp; Jamie to get back to the hotel. Left to pick up Abbi’s clubs at The Four Seasons. SZ being the navigator (and agood one at that) with the Singapore travel guide, we managed to find our way back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was slow and rainy, it’s a good thing that SZ was awake to keep me company whilst the rest slept at the back. Planned on stopping by Malacca which we eventually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, dragged SZ around with my cam. Below some shots dat I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126625597398256002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVu0Z1ZCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/1_SXDqysgqY/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126626018305051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVvM51ZCZI/AAAAAAAAABU/mxC15lKN3so/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126626306067859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVvdp1ZCaI/AAAAAAAAABc/M6b9GcJ7CNM/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126626675435047346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVvzJ1ZCbI/AAAAAAAAABk/cWr1fBv9iX8/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went by to Jonker street (what a name man?) to have some food. Some Kung Fu dude cought our attention with his ‘index finger coconut piercing’ show. We saw him eat some fire and throw some cards around. Finger piercing? Nope, apparently was foiled by the rain which I believe was planned, he probably had some dude on the roof with a hose sprinkling water down, anyways went off to have the famous chicken ball rice, which was not too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126627057687136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVwJZ1ZCcI/AAAAAAAAABs/zt8XYaKoeRU/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad food was compensated by the environment and id of the actual restaurant. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126627435644258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVwfZ1ZCdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SlQNX1NAIu0/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Malacca and headed back to KL. Reached home safely after sending all the peeps back. Missing SZ much….. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126628208738372066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVxMZ1ZCeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bdTaI_YUEus/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from Ash, wanted to meet up in laundry for Claudia’s 23rd.. So, left the house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126629063436863986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVx-J1ZCfI/AAAAAAAAACE/kXmkoE0Kg7M/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126629574537972242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVyb51ZChI/AAAAAAAAACU/8MqNS5yBre8/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126629995444767266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVy0Z1ZCiI/AAAAAAAAACc/QpUqSFbIcUM/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a drink in Laundry, just before they closed and chased us away, went upstairs to Sanctuary, had another drink before being chased away again, probably just hints to shut up and go back to sleep…. Which we did eventually… zzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-2949875490888770565?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2949875490888770565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=2949875490888770565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2949875490888770565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/2949875490888770565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/singapore-journey-back.html' title='Singapore The Journey back'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVu0Z1ZCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/1_SXDqysgqY/s72-c/DSC_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4796067338843112168</id><published>2007-10-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:24:21.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore...Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; SZ was alone when Ang &amp;amp; Jam ditched us. Me lying on the bed trying to look as strong as possible, but alas when her gaze sets on me, I just seem to lose it all, and melt into a lil pulp. There I am, sick as a dog with all the puking going on, and she showing me all the love and affection, for once I felt so useless, so powerless, so so so not in control. For once I dared to let go and let myself be in control. Even though she just sat there, with my head in her lap, things felt so serene, so calming, so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its morning now, feel so much better as if the night in her arms was like a miracle cure J. Anyways, 1st stop was at dome in The Mall or something, just by Fort Canning. Had a much needed latte and some ‘big’ breakfast with tomatoes. YUCKS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126609014529526034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVfvJ1ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gwwrsQtdbYw/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126609392486648098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVgFJ1ZCSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Rna9eQofUJs/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Orchard road, we literally walked the whole day. Our legs was gonna fall off! Took some shots along the way. Met a lovely couple outside SG’s jewel fest which btw was not really much to see. SZ was quite excited about it though. They were walking down and saw me with my bulky Nikon and asked me to shoot them which I did. Ben and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126612965899438386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVjVJ1ZCTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_Kbc4RrmQjM/s320/4.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126613292316952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVjoJ1ZCUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/56kLa2QEdnw/s320/Ice+Cream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Abbi at the Hilton, he was in Sincere Watches and had to help him choose a watch, a Panarai or a JLC. He seemed to like the JLC but me ans SZ still chose the Panaral which he ended up buying for about 10k SG dollars OMG! The rest of the day was just norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel, dragged SZ to the pool as I wanted to take some shots of anything. Quite disappointed as I could not shoot much during the day. Anyways SZ was quite accommodating. Makes me feel more for her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126613605849565522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVj6Z1ZCVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jzPGbdBqmp0/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126614035346295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVkTZ1ZCWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f-89tIuoeNg/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to hit the clubs, went down to Clark Quay, but did not bring the cam as I did not know where to put her later. 1st stop, MOS, was a cool club, only drawback was the no smoking part. Sigh… made a startling discovery when SZ told me she actually enjoyed techno music, luckily she said only in Australia, as the techno@feng tau clubs in KL are like soooooo the lala. Next stop Hed Kandi, SZ wanted to go by this place for some time I guess as she always talked about it before the trip, another cool joint, unfortunately, another 100% smoke free premise. Sigh,,&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to the hotel with SZ… both loaded with alcohol and passion as I would put it. Had some dessert back in the hotel and off to zzzzzzzzzzz….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4796067338843112168?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4796067338843112168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4796067338843112168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4796067338843112168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4796067338843112168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-sz-was-alone-when-ang-jam-ditched-us.html' title='Singapore...Day 1'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyVfvJ1ZCRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gwwrsQtdbYw/s72-c/DSC_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-4724282441085492125</id><published>2007-10-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:07:20.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore... The Journey</title><content type='html'>Raya this year has come again.. Another year, another raya, but where has all the people gone to? The ones we share over the years? When raya seem more like Chinese new year? The years where alcohol was present the whole eve, when we would all go together and send Syed to pray. Sigh… all but memories remain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year would be in a different scenario, in a different place, in a different country,,, haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick the whole day, some say it was the papaya some say it was the chicken in Ronnie Q… who knows.. only thing I know, I’m staying well clear of both.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to be a puking spree the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up SZ from her office at 6, still in a state of pain, somehow upon setting eyes on her, the pain seemed to ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt; ‘ The sun lights the day,&lt;br /&gt;                    the moon lights the night,&lt;br /&gt;                          I light up when you call my name’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, enough with the sentiments already! Went on to pick Angela, Jamie and Eliza (Also known as I cant keep my mouth shut) from KL Sentral. Started on our journey to Singapore the fine city! Traffic was bad till about Seremban thereafter was quite smooth except for the constant pain and tumbling in me not so lil tummy. Stoped to puke at least about 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived causeway at about 12midnight, then find our way to The golden landmark hotel, somewhere on Victoria street, being the 1st time driving in Singapore, IS NOT A JOKE! Finally arrived at the hotel, Angela &amp;amp; Jamie ditched us upon arrival, Eliza, I think we left her off somewhere else with some dude…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-4724282441085492125?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4724282441085492125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=4724282441085492125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4724282441085492125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/4724282441085492125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/singapore-journey.html' title='Singapore... The Journey'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-77253270695146342</id><published>2007-10-27T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T06:27:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyM8q51ZCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aksiNhgAns/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126007508654688514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyM8q51ZCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aksiNhgAns/s320/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have to 'host' my pic online to get it on my profile... i'll just do dat here.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-77253270695146342?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/77253270695146342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=77253270695146342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/77253270695146342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/77253270695146342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/darn.html' title='Darn..'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/RyM8q51ZCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aksiNhgAns/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-1438144384278453470</id><published>2007-10-27T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T06:15:32.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs....</title><content type='html'>Here I am...&lt;br /&gt;sitting and thinking..&lt;br /&gt;sitting and dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;sitting and typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this 'blog' hype all about?&lt;br /&gt;Why is this fenzy?&lt;br /&gt;But here I am... just subscribed to a blog service contrdicting all the bitching i've done&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. I'm new to this world.. so give me a fringging break would ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-1438144384278453470?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1438144384278453470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=1438144384278453470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1438144384278453470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/1438144384278453470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogs.html' title='Blogs....'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015091654082091435.post-8941565866405804007</id><published>2007-10-03T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:22:28.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.... Do I comfort you?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 2nd October 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to her on MSN, then moved on to SMSing, she was stressed and hurt. Planned to meet her at 6pm. But why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I comforting you? Am I? So many questions in my head... so little answers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015091654082091435-8941565866405804007?l=brewingastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8941565866405804007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015091654082091435&amp;postID=8941565866405804007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8941565866405804007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015091654082091435/posts/default/8941565866405804007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brewingastorm.blogspot.com/2007/10/stressed-do-i-comfort-you.html' title='Stressed.... Do I comfort you?'/><author><name>fingerstorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16676003738840091347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VBalJb5z9Os/SG2N2Pn6rYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7YxtDWwozQc/S220/n610427502_120998_3538.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
