<?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-21852698</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:30:29.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-116070144605509980</id><published>2006-10-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:04:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE DEPARTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant dialogue ah...&lt;br /&gt;simply brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;Must watch...&lt;br /&gt;I simply cant forget the humor that is involved in the dialogue man...&lt;br /&gt;cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it must be said,&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon and my fellow boyish looking friend Leo aren't good at cursing&lt;br /&gt;I mean when they start throwing the word Fuck around,&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty, they look like kids trying to curse and swear like how a man would do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff Seargents and captains in the show were brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget the exchange of dialogue that they had...&lt;br /&gt;Vulgar but funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Nicholson was brilliant also&lt;br /&gt;He played the role of a mob boss, like he really is a mob boss...&lt;br /&gt;Irish they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-116070144605509980?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/116070144605509980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=116070144605509980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/116070144605509980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/116070144605509980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/10/departed.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-116022793834337672</id><published>2006-10-07T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:32:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its incredible how when you just hope that there is someone there for you...&lt;br /&gt;to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;to just listen and give his or her own opinions...&lt;br /&gt;when you just hope that that someone would just shut up and listen to what you have to say...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;Its upsetting when you feel its unfair and someone whos screwing you senseless&lt;br /&gt;just doesn't give you some slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring up past incidents...&lt;br /&gt;which dont really have significant issues with it...&lt;br /&gt;and just say its a repeat of whatever i did...&lt;br /&gt;Felt hurt and angry...&lt;br /&gt;cant really respond that well when someone go to me like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually mistake silence for weakness or guilt...&lt;br /&gt;To me,&lt;br /&gt;silence is my way of keeping myself from venting out the anger&lt;br /&gt;and frustration building up...&lt;br /&gt;when i just got screwed senseless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont think i need to explain myself about this issue&lt;br /&gt;All i want is to ask you...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL DID THEY GIVE ME THIS RESPONSIBILITY FOR?&lt;br /&gt;I realised i was well like a...&lt;br /&gt;Man...&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;a mere...&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun know what else is there needed to be said...&lt;br /&gt;I guess whatever that needed to be said will be on the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-116022793834337672?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/116022793834337672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=116022793834337672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/116022793834337672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/116022793834337672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-incredible-how-when-you-just-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-115807374504356728</id><published>2006-09-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:09:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on duty...&lt;br /&gt;I mean yeah, the one where you just sit in a room just idling and making sure that nothing wrong happens to the complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is during these times that i just ponder what the hell am i doing with my life...and what others are doing about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i came across this poem in a book...&lt;br /&gt;and i feel that THIS IS what i want to do...&lt;br /&gt;Something that i thought was vile and goes against everything thats been drilled into me...&lt;br /&gt;but its vital that maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;I could do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROAD NOT TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry i could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long i stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as i could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leas onto way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if i should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less travelled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost (1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be my motto in life my dream...&lt;br /&gt;To take the road less travelled...&lt;br /&gt;And to reap its benefits to the max...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-115807374504356728?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/115807374504356728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=115807374504356728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/115807374504356728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/115807374504356728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-on-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114813531264231999</id><published>2006-05-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:28:32.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty long time i took to update this blog, ah well....&lt;br /&gt;Losing motivation in work and fast...need to find that kick in what i'm doing...losing it i guess...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i wont delve into what happened in the past or the past....ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the up thing was that i enrolled into this FIFA World Cup 2006 game competition...And i made it through the local group stages! Yeah! Now looking forward to playing against the good players from Jurong or living in Jurong...or working in Jurong...lets see who has the skill man...(Lets hope i dun lose the first round!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114813531264231999?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114813531264231999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114813531264231999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114813531264231999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114813531264231999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/05/pretty-long-time-i-took-to-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114641308510927852</id><published>2006-04-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:04:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant they just use normal english for my Net LAnguage?!?!?! haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's been fun reading the news recently, looking at the fighting and the backbiting of political parties, makes me wonder if such things are necessary...but well, we are human, and we don't see things the same way, no matter the objective...ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fi's House, had a good time seeing my old pal, at least hes enjoying himself and isn't as stressed as he used to be...(or is he any stressed anyway?)...Not to mention got a ride on Zil's bike....Noting that he got into a ruckus with his bike the first time, I had to call my insurance agent to see whether i was covered for motor accidents....but hey yeah, i got through the ride, and he was a relatively safe rider, so it was ok...my Insurance agent wasn't too happy though...(hahahaha Relak Zil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAmp is well just camp...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to look forward, but well, you still need to do your best all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Waiting for that time...&lt;br /&gt;ORD loh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114641308510927852?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114580726208970036</id><published>2006-04-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:47:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back in shape....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pledge....&lt;br /&gt;gonna run a minimum of 4 km per day...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do some static exercises, minimum of 3 sets of each&lt;br /&gt;And weekends are for swims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it and somebody slap if i don't!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114580726208970036?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114580726208970036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114580726208970036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114580726208970036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114580726208970036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-it-i-need-to-get-back-in-shape.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114415939240028414</id><published>2006-04-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:03:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLC Cup was well, a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing, to say the most positive ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we lost, but yeah, it's a wake up call sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from my apparent cheeriness and sometimes bizarre lack of response...(I've been found wanting on some parts)...well, the few days have been rather normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i've been through my workout regimes in order to get myself into shape for the AHM in august...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, enjoy ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114341991491399851</id><published>2006-03-27T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T05:58:26.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was waiting to pick up my sister from school. Of course, it was kinda awkward being the only young adult male there surrounded by mothers sisters and maids...especially the maids...They come i groups and chatter away on whats up these days and gossip on everything under the sun, from the latest drama episodes, to how they are going out with some indian Shah Rukh Khan lookalike, to how they cheated their so called masters to get some intimate time with their fellow boyfriends...all in the day of a maid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while idly waiting for my sister and boredom creeping into my mind, I eavesdropped on some of their conversations...(What else can i do siar? Look blankly and stare at the sky pondering who'll be my wife...kinda redundant would you think?) So one of their conversations went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid A: (Lets call her Minah) Eh Aper khabar si kamu...(Darn its in bahasa.., okok i'll translate)... Eh how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid B: (Lets call her Liana) Yeah i'm fine and doing well...(Looks at her boss's daughter) I brought her down ah, her parents away as usual to work. Lucky shes a good child. (And she musses the childs hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah: You are just so lucky ah Minah. My Boss's son ah, very daring. He even dares to abuse me and mistreat me. Kicks me around like a doll. Shit that little bastard. Too bad i cannot scold him. The boss is paying me. If i tell my boss, chances are i will get a slap here and cut from my pay. Haiz...what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liana: But you still have Suren. My God hes just sooooo good looking. Reminds me of Shah Rukh Khan. How your relationship with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah: ...Well...I slept with him the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward silence, My Eyes feel like bulging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liana: OK AH. But Minah, aren't you married to Hardiyanto? What do you think he would have said if he knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another awkward silence passes by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah: I was so stressed up by the things i'm getting from the boss's family. He was my only outlet for all my stress...and i think i've fallen for him...(Looks on dreamily)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liana: WHAT!? Are you mad?!?! What would your...(I moved away as i find the tension of that particular conversation escalated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next group of maids were talking about the hot malay serial "DIA". Which i find kinda irritating ah, But boredom got the better of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid A: Ahh Ari Wibowo (Handsome Indonesian Actor) is so hot...Just watching him on tv give me shivers of pleasure...Hes just so gorgeous...How i wish i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid B: Dream on girl. You wont even be able to smell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid C: Yeah, cos he just exists for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid B: Okok, what happened in the Last episode ah? I missed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There, they just go on ranting and clamouring about the previous episode of "DIA")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after absently listening for a while, i moved my attention to a group of makciks talking from everything about love, life and the future spouses of their daughters. And to top it off, these makciks are my moms "talk cock gang" Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik A (Lets call her Petom): Hey How are you (In that irritating makcik way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik B (Lets call her Peah shall we...): Eh...I'm fine thank you. Feeling good. Tijah hows your daughter? (Also in the irritating makcik manner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik C (How about Tijah for her): Alah studying in University lah as usual. I happy that she in there ah. Work so hard Because I tell her to do so, and look where she is. All thanks to Allah...(Smugly she turns away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peah: Alah my daughter...(this gets tiring ah basically they go on praising about their children all around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It eventually got to the point they discussed about their daughters getting married...and that part was well rather uneasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petom: Eh you know Fozi's son? I heard hes already 20. Hes a good person and responsible (Grins inside while cursing to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peah: Maybe i should talk to fozi about him. Never know that maybe can introduce him to my daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tijah: Not if i get to him first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i simply distanced myself away from them. Me? Handsome? Nah cant be. But one of their daughters is beautiful...but to get her this way? Nah no way...It goes to the level of being disgusting i think...but hey anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister came out of school looking chirpy...Now that was the first time boredom actually got me some interesting (and useless) information ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114341991491399851?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114341991491399851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114341991491399851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114341991491399851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114341991491399851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-waiting-to-pick-up-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114310701276028813</id><published>2006-03-23T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:43:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On leave today and tomorrow...(Thursday And friday) As much as i dun really want to take leave and rather accumulate it towards the end of my term in the organisation, so far so good ah....i'm just relaxing ad home and enjoying myself. Nothing but the weights, the net and the PS2 for company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not updated for quite a while ah...yet just whizing around and enjoying myself...looking ad the idea of investing...what do you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost totally on the marketing side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No interest...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just the amount of time and effort that i need to put in...&lt;br /&gt;also...&lt;br /&gt;cos i have to juggle between work and that work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look for other sources if need be...&lt;br /&gt;for now let me enjoy the good news...L'pool 7 Birmingham 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114310701276028813?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114310701276028813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114310701276028813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114310701276028813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114310701276028813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-leave-today-and-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114131656710832020</id><published>2006-03-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:22:47.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well so much for Jamal's sad story...wished him luck of course. Hes much better, a fellow specialist and doing much better with a whole lot of confidence. Well the Army changed him alot...He enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after alot of Bang and Boom from the Range and also Lessons to be taught one after the other...(sorry Ina cos i'm unable to attend that or this)...I'm damn burnt out. Hangus and exhausted from the whole whack of activity...that i don't even feel like going home sometimes. But hey homes home...and i need to take leave man. I just need to enjoy myself...darn...i'm so pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been my same lonely bachelor self...Finding it easier to let myself be myself nowadays...Now I'm like a 20 year old fit within a 14 yr old body...(minus the height and all that). I think it must be the joy that i always show. Everybody just cant understand why this 14-16 year old boy is like in such a strong position around...Funny isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114131656710832020?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114131656710832020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114131656710832020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114131656710832020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114131656710832020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-so-much-for-jamals-sad-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114083634089862151</id><published>2006-02-24T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:59:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well where i last left off, Jamal was starting to feel the sting of rejection already. He tried to avoid this as much as he could, but to no avail, well. He is a good friend of mine, and we sit down and talk some time. It is during this time that he sometimes reveals and just lets go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. Jamal noticed a slight change to his friends' attitudes. Maybe not slight, but alot. They were no longer talking to him, hanging out was a problem, when he was around them they felt uncomfortable. All of this shit. Jamal of course silently just kept to himself. Try as he may to talk to his friends, they were well rather unwilling one might say. Depression and irrational anger sets in slowly, creeping like a spider towards its unsuspecting prey. He didn't feel the same as his wonderful J1 year, where everybody was looking around and don't judge each other. All knew each other's strength and weaknesses. And all were willing to accept any sort of criticism. Apparently Jamal took this for granted for that incident. And well that didn't sit in too well for his friends. People may call him a bit too arrogant and proud. But i think that the way he sees it, its utterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride did not matter. I think then Jamal was thinking of his values. What he holds close to his heart. He believes that if he sees any wrong, he should correct it. He still remembers his other conversation with his friend Arin, and the way he sees it, its a friends job to actually advise and remind his friends what exactly is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he soon realises, that in this relatively corrupt world, this line has been blurred indiscriminately. People call it " its because of the changing times". I would say hey, its just them...But to Jamal at that time, he saw the line rather clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell into depression then, lookking abit lost, trying to find a solution left confused, till he finally sat down and pondered...Why is this happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114083634089862151?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114083634089862151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114083634089862151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114083634089862151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114083634089862151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-two-well-where-i-last-left-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-114064967545215978</id><published>2006-02-22T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:07:55.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some moments in your young life that may change the approach, the results or maybe even the concepts and values you were raised up with. I didn't have that opportunity...but i would like to tell everyone a story. Its a true story...and also a false one...But it was one of the most impactful stories i've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal was a Kid from Queensway Secondary who made it to JC through his hardwork grit and determination. Of course being from a reasonable background, his parents continued to drill in him "Get good grades, good job and live comfortably". This motto stuck with him and made him focused...too focused in fact, that he made little friends and never experienced the joy of being around friends. So this anti-social guy was well feeling depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he made it to JC. He chose Pioneer as it is near his home and within range of his mother, a control freak. But he knows mother is letting go day by day, so he's not that worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the first day of JC, he sat down and entered class. Despite him being a bit anti-social sometimes, silence and being in a group of shy people made him rather uncomfortable, even unbearable. So he became the noisy one, in an attempt to put everyone together. he succeeded in doing so. And in that hoo-hah, he met this girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really quite literally the girl he would like to be with and get to know more from. Her beauty blows his mind away, that sometimes he found himself staring blankly at her. Yet, his mind was caged in fear. The fear of being ostracised, fear of being rejected. Hence he was hesitant in telling her how he felt. So this painful silent longing rages for a whole year, and that ended JC1 for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC2 started, and Jamal was anticipating a much better year. He finally felt the joy of being around friends as he mixed around and understood the joy that it has. Be he never overcame that fear. The fear of rejection. Like i said the year started well, till a piece of news came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the girl whom he was attracted to, had sex with her boyfriend and was teling everyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really hurt and offended him greatly. Hurt as well you understand ah. Offended cause of his relatively strong background on moral values. He felt a bit disgusted. Thus he made a decision to denounce this openly and vent out what he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course of action made his friends uncomfortable. You see, as much as they detest this girl's actions, they prefer a more silent approach. As for Jamal, he prefered it "all guns ablazing". So because of this uproar, Jamal became immediately separated from his friends, Whom he regards dearly as his good friends, but were ripped apart, because of a difference in perpective, and also because of the ignorance of this girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is part one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday i'll continue part 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-114064967545215978?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/114064967545215978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=114064967545215978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114064967545215978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/114064967545215978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-are-some-moments-in-your-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-113975414546231544</id><published>2006-02-12T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:22:25.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Math major! Like Pythagoras, you are analytical, rational, and when are always ready to tackle the problem head-on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well imagine that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Math Major?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow...thanks...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway my new phone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/12679_MotImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Motorola L6...really like it man...Been observing it for the last month or so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good feeling these days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-113975414546231544?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/113975414546231544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=113975414546231544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113975414546231544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113975414546231544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-scored-as-mathematics.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-113932683847390329</id><published>2006-02-07T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:40:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/nara_shikamaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO ABOUT MY FUTURE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Careers are brought into light, Jobs suddenly become insecure, and the threat of structural unemployment is threatening to throw families (mine included), into another period of uncertainty...So whats in it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;One: Teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/589/221/320/20612248252483l.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a young Mr. Fairus (gee i look like a freaking 16 year old), entering class and being greeted by kids, who want your attention and knowledge and expertise in a particular topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prospects: Good, considering that i got a place in Uni, and the pays good, not only that, This is what i actually &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to fulfill needs: That has to be left to chance. Gotta check whether i can get the teaching award from MOE. If thats successful, then I thank God for that chance and luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems: As in any civil service there are bound to be glaring problems, despite the publicity of good shit...(Shit, literallly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Two: For the Country The Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prospects: Of course, what I'm doing now ah, Ze army. Pays Good, The trust and ranks great, leadership model is excellent, but so far Being in a perticular group sort of makes realise that in this profession, my options may be limited eventually, Plus I've not really found the niche thing in this profession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ability to fulfill immediate needs: With a straight pay of 1800 in the bag, plus backpay...what do you think? It's a sustainable and stable pay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Problems, kinda similar to teaching, plus alot more politics i guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Three: Band or music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyband perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/100_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prospects: With the lack of such musical talent within me, i dun think i can make it into this one...Haha Yet i do look good with the rest of the guys, maybe with a little high tech sound modification and voice stretching, i can sound like The Click Five...(haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Immediate needs: You gotta have some string backing i guess, no way it can cover my immediate needs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Problem: No money how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Four: Just Slack and look at the sky dreamily in contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/nara_shikamaru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If all else fails maybe i should be as lazy as Nara Shikamaru. just idle around, be the number one thinker and tactician, and also...number one coward...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/100_1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe i should just stare at the clouds and be content with it...haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good night everybody!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-113932683847390329?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/113932683847390329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=113932683847390329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113932683847390329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113932683847390329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-hell-am-i-gonna-do-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f353/Wakus/Commission%20oh/th_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-113923292197919338</id><published>2006-02-06T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:35:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to do some personal touch up myself after that jumble of word on the previous blog desing...so more to that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here's Cloud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk later enjoy ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-113923292197919338?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/113923292197919338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=113923292197919338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113923292197919338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113923292197919338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-to-do-some-personal-touch-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-113906672862889835</id><published>2006-02-04T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T07:25:28.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK forget the tests forget all of it...&lt;br /&gt;I'm on duty and it is DARN BORING...&lt;br /&gt;Of all days they have to put me on a Saturday...Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh wad can i do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the SAF, they say, i do...haha sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've refurbished the blog abit, and gave a bit of refreshment, Yeah, Uchiha Sasuke, really cool character...&lt;br /&gt;Probably due to how he is...&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, downright reserved, Only bursts into action when required. If you never catch naruto..(not the fillers mind you) Catch it. Worth it. It's action packed and also packs an emotional package to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been well work...&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to look for other opportunities of course, and i'm thoroughly enjoying it alot. But my time now is with the government, the poiticians tool...&lt;br /&gt;Really puts things into perspective huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course amidst all tis work, i'm eworking up a flab myself...&lt;br /&gt;Must work out to maintain and improve the body...(haha)&lt;br /&gt;Ah well&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in business...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-113906672862889835?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/113906672862889835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=113906672862889835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113906672862889835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113906672862889835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-forget-tests-forget-all-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21852698.post-113906280430459549</id><published>2006-02-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T06:20:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just testing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21852698-113906280430459549?l=smacko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/feeds/113906280430459549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21852698&amp;postID=113906280430459549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113906280430459549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21852698/posts/default/113906280430459549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smacko.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Wak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18038531417760929780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
