<?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-11029281</id><updated>2011-08-23T02:01:17.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammy__Blog___ver__2.0__;_Changing__Dreams__Into__Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>All my rantings, my thoughts and my life. Boring, interesting, fun, exhilirating, it's all written in words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11029281.post-1230694200133078362</id><published>2011-04-10T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:47:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is ancient.</title><content type='html'>Well it's been YEARS, literally, since I've updated this. I wonder who still uses blogspot nowadays. Should I migrate to Tumblr? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are just around the corner. Mugging like a nerd right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;In  a relationship, the guy moves around a lot. He stands in front of the  girl so when things get tough, she can run into his arms and be  comforted. He stands behind her so when she thinks she can't handle  anymore and falls, he's there to catch her and reassure her she can do  anything. Most importantly, he stands beside her, so when she's ready to  take on the world, he's there to hold her hand and take it on with her.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: anything before this post, was a thing of the past. My naive self. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-1230694200133078362?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1230694200133078362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=1230694200133078362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/1230694200133078362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/1230694200133078362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-blog-is-ancient.html' title='This blog is ancient.'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-116179877459638125</id><published>2006-10-26T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:52:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey's Sick!</title><content type='html'>On first thought, the title doesn't make any right sense. Nevertheless, Karmen (my honey) is sick. She's down with food poisoning. Hope everything will be alright. Let's all pray for a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the photos I promised. Video will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/1600/IMG_8997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/320/IMG_8997.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/1600/IMG_8994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/320/IMG_8994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I wasn't gonna smack this cake into your face, I swear!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/1600/IMG_8992.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/878/320/IMG_8992.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-116179877459638125?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/116179877459638125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=116179877459638125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/116179877459638125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/116179877459638125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/10/honeys-sick.html' title='Honey&apos;s Sick!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-116145275261822707</id><published>2006-10-22T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:49:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack That!</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Akon - Smack That. It has this catchy tune to the repeating lyrics. A part of the lyrics, "I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo. " If only I own one, any kind souls nice enough to get me a Lambo? Model doesn't matter. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to thank all of my friends, especially my honey for celebrating my 19th birthday together. It was fun and exicting, crazy would be the perfect notation. Pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of what Karmen made. I personally find it beautiful and it touched me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/52/6332504/35551543722259l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/52/6332504/35551543722259l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet her again this Sunday after training. Speaking of which, I missed today's, due to some complications I had with mom earlier on in the day. Hari Raya's just around the corner. Much more preparation needed. Hope my room will be sparkling clean (wonder if that's a miracle) by this Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's re-opening soon, SIP still continue as usual till mid January. Good and bad news, more chances to meet my honey, less time to spend with her. =&lt;br /&gt;To my honey (if you're reading this): I love you!! Happy 5th month anniversary (everyday's our anniversary in fact =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-116145275261822707?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/116145275261822707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=116145275261822707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/116145275261822707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/116145275261822707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/10/smack-that.html' title='Smack That!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-115299131233282794</id><published>2006-07-16T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T03:21:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>* "I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For now hath time made me his numbering clock:&lt;br /&gt;    My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar&lt;br /&gt;    Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,&lt;br /&gt;    Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,&lt;br /&gt;    Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.&lt;br /&gt;    Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is&lt;br /&gt;    Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,&lt;br /&gt;    Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans&lt;br /&gt;    Show minutes, times, and hours"&lt;br /&gt;- King Richard in Shakespeare's Richard II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time is something I've always wished for more. There seems to be never enough time to do everything within a single day. Ever wonder how different it would be like to have 25hours a day, and 8 days a week? The 8th day might even be call "Moon"-day since Sunday is already Sunday. On top of that, which day will the 8th day come after? Will restaurants open 24/8?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    It's been quite some time since I last went on a date with Karmen. I miss her so much. Time can tell, but time waits for no man. If only I had a time machine, I'll always turn back time and relive the good old days. Then again, the saying "let bygones be bygones" kicks in here. I'm praying for a better tomorrow, I don't need an extra hour in a day, neither an extra day in a week. All I ever want is just to spend more of this limited time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Missing you more than words could describe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with these quotes for you to reflect upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The flow of time is always cruel... its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days..." - Sheik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is precious, but its value changes with time." ~ Gijo P. Cherian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once." ~ Woody Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-115299131233282794?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/115299131233282794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=115299131233282794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115299131233282794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115299131233282794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-115253898576594236</id><published>2006-07-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:43:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Updates</title><content type='html'>Yea. I can repeat the title again. I've been very busy recently. No inspiration to write or type. Then again, life for me has been blissful. I know this would be kinda outdated, but congratulations to the Temasek Polytechnic men's and women's Dragon Boat team. Let's strive for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two weeks have been a "Sprain Week". I've sprained my ankle rather badly in fact. However, I suppose I'm recovering fast, though it's still swelling like a pig trotter. Charmaine and cheryl sprained theirs too. Oh and my honey, she's got a sprained back. I really hope she's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Karmen my honey, I'm always missing you when you're not by my side. I want to thank you for being there for me countless times. Thanks for the hugs and kisses, thanks for the hospitality, thanks for the endless support, thanks for the laughters. I could never list everything down (due to poor memory =X ). This chapter of my life has been interesting with you, scripted into it. I love you. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-115253898576594236?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/115253898576594236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=115253898576594236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115253898576594236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115253898576594236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lack-of-updates.html' title='Lack of Updates'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-115020555097855492</id><published>2006-06-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:50:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong Esctasy</title><content type='html'>Picture yourself sitting in one of the four seats, surrounded by three other competitors. Tiles on the green felt, plastic chips representing coins or more known as money, even the clanging sounds of the tiles are music to the ears of the four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I ranting about? It's Mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 aunties, 140 tiles, [maybelin was here! lizard arh! ham stinks], loads of fun? Maybeline is just sulking, 'cuz she's the one who's stinking (she didn't shower after training) Charmaine's place. Oh I forgot to mention, we were having a small gathering at Charmaine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I wasn't really sure who won the most in the end ('cuz I'm typing all these), soccer wasn't really all that happening either, till Korea Republic scored 2 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet Karmen. The actual plan was to hang out on Monday, but didn't have the chance to. She got a slight stomach flu after eating 6 packets of shrivelled sea weeds. LOL! Damn I'm missing her. I can't wait for her to be at my place. We're gonna have a small inline skating session with my 7-year old sister. Mom's gonna be back late, I'm wondering if there'll be dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cheryl if she's reading this, hope you're having fun at Cambodia. Don't forget to buy me some gifts. We sure do miss you a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-115020555097855492?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/115020555097855492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=115020555097855492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115020555097855492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/115020555097855492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/06/mahjong-esctasy.html' title='Mahjong Esctasy'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114983117294032353</id><published>2006-06-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:35:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>Life's been blissful for me, but for this morning's entry, I'll touch on something negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re·gret   ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (r-grt)&lt;br /&gt;v. re·gret·ted, re·gret·ting, re·grets&lt;br /&gt;v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To feel sorry, disappointed, or distressed about.&lt;br /&gt;2. To remember with a feeling of loss or sorrow; mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To feel regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A sense of loss and longing for someone or something gone.&lt;br /&gt;2. A feeling of disappointment or distress about something that one wishes could be different.&lt;br /&gt;3. regrets A courteous expression of regret, especially at having to decline an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone hates regrets. It gets you down. It forces you to sulk and stare for so many hours when you could be doing a lot of productive things. It keeps your mind asleep when your eyes are clearly wide awake. However, regrets, just like any other thing in life, has a purpose. It's an early warning device that steers us off certain roads that will send us to impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;  Whenever I hear people say in beauty pageants that they do not have regrets in life, I don’t believe them. Everybody has them, but nobody wants to admit it. Regrets are only natural, because we’re only human. We can never walk on two roads simultaneously, we can never be at two places at once, and we can never really do things at the same time. While walking on the second path, we can’t help but think about what would be happening right now if we took the first one.&lt;br /&gt;  With all that said, let me list down my top 5 regrets in life, from 5 to 1…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 5 Regrets In Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - I should've learned more in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;  These lessons are taught during the earliest years. I shouldn't have dismissed them as “corny” and “unrealistic”. These lessons are the simplest in every way and form, but as we grow up, we usually complicate them and fail to do them when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;  These lessons are so easy to do, and we could do them in a simple whim if we just did our best. We are reminded of their importance in life always… Say please when you need something. Say thank you when you receive a blessing from others. Always do your best. Take good care of your belongings. Do not risk your safety. Always fall in line and be patient. Ask for things with respect and don't sulk when you don’t get them. Strive to learn. Lower your pride. Respect your elders. Keep yourself clean.&lt;br /&gt;  There are a lot more to list down. These are the lessons we learn early in life but fail to do as we grow up. Usually, it is only when we've matured that we learn of their importance. If only I've followed these rules strictly, I would've retained countless friends and made so much more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - I shouldn't have left those test questions blank.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes when we don't know the answer to a test question, we leave it blank. Because we're too afraid of making a mistake, we refuse to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;  But later in life, I have learned that not making a decision is, in itself, a decision. Usually, it is the worst choice of all. Not only do we get nothing as a reward, we do not learn anything because we have not made any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;  I can't help but slap myself for the times when I refused to make a decision for the fear of making a mistake. Choosing something is better than not choosing anything at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - I should've kept an open mind always.&lt;br /&gt;  There are times in my life when I could have learned a lot more things if I just didn’t close my mind to it all. There are times when I look at things and tell myself “I already know that”, sealing my mind off completely. Now, when I need those bits of information, when something comes up, I usually hack through the recesses of my head any tell myself “I heard that before but I don't remember”. Now I'm starting to feel the pangs of wasted time. If only I've done my best to learn from anything and everything, I wouldn't be wasting so much time studying and searching all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I should've done my best.&lt;br /&gt;  This one, I'm sure, is a common regret. We usually think of our failures and tell ourselves that the outcome wouldn’t have been so tragic if only we have done our best. From things as simple as essay-writing contests to those as important as relationships, I would've done so much more in life if I only tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes we just don't see the value of giving it our all. Often, we stop in the middle of what we're doing and tell ourselves that it's hopeless and there's no point in giving all our energy for something. When the feelings of regret come in, we shake our own necks and tell ourselves “you should've done your best!”&lt;br /&gt;  A teacher once told me a story: There were three contestants in a pie-eating contest. Two of them tried their best, and one of them, thinking that winning was hopeless, ate slowly and peaceably. The winner was given a trophy and a lifetime of fond memories. The loser, who would've won if only he tried his best, was punished with the feelings of regret for the rest of his life. The loser who tried his best was rewarded a life without regret and a free meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I should have appreciated my parents more.&lt;br /&gt;  When I was young, my temper tantrum would get so unruly that I would literally scream at my parents that I hated them. I'd get annoyed even more because whenever they would hear this, they would just keep their patience and calmly tell me that someday, I would understand.&lt;br /&gt;  Now that I am aware of inflation, the fall of pre-need companies, corruption in our government and the other problems of society, I usually scratch my head and wonder “how the heck did I finish school?”&lt;br /&gt;It is only now that I get affected with tuition fee increases and the rising prices of basic commodities. It is only now that I can fully understand the Income Tax reports that my parents pass to the government. I would look at the measly income they were making, and then I would look at our comfortable house and ask myself “how the heck did they do all of this?” Sometimes I would wonder how my parents were able to send all four of us to great schools. I would wonder how they could ever afford sending me to polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder how they could have stomached such a rebellious and unruly child such as me. Worst of all, I'd wonder if I could do the same thing if I had my own share of rebellious and unruly children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'll probably carry these regrets to the grave, but I will keep them with me as important lessons so that I won't commit the same mistakes over and over again. Though a lot of people tell me that thinking about regrets are a total waste of time, I really don't think so. In fact, I think regrets should be thought about, maybe a few seconds each day will suffice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114983117294032353?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114983117294032353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114983117294032353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114983117294032353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114983117294032353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/06/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114973553542824922</id><published>2006-06-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:58:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supreme Cockcroach</title><content type='html'>When I lived in my grandmother's place way back when I was young, we would usually spend the summer afternoons cleaning the insect-infested areas in our house. We would look at the dark and smelly corners of our cabinets, under the beds, beneath the plumbing systems of our kitchen sinks, and even on the hot grills of a refrigerator’s behind. The most common insect I’d usually find is the all-powerful cockroach, the true rulers of the household.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Ever since I was young, I’ve always been fascinated about these little creatures that scurry along the floors at night, looking for means to survive. My fascinations have usually earned me eyebrow-raising episodes with my friends and relatives, who just thought that these darned things are icky and disgusting. I didn’t think so. In fact, I’d go as far as chasing a single cockroach all around the house with a stick, trying to get it to lay flat on its back, and watching the way it wiggles its body parts in a desperate attempt to get its body right-side-up again. Call me weird if you want, but I think it’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Even when I grew up in age and stature, I never really outgrew my respect for these little critters. Often, I try to stop my friends from killing any cockroaches they corner; they let the helpless thing go and persecute me instead. I find it amusing whenever my friends talk big in front of the ladies and yet jump and scream when they see a cockroach. If I was one, I’d probably wonder why they’d be so afraid; they’re practically more than a hundred times bigger than me!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Whenever I hear that the human being is the most successful species on earth, I usually roll back my eyes in disgust. I think of the terrible injustice done to the cockroaches, for I think that it is they who are the most successful species on earth. If one would ask me, I’d prefer to be a cockroach more than a human being.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Cockroaches and humans have a lot of things in common. Though they have different organs and body parts, both of them are alive and both of them breathe. Both have the instinct to live life and propagate their genes until the day they die. Both need nourishment, air to breathe and a place to rest. Both only want what’s best for their entire race, or so we think.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    With most humans, cockroaches would probably be one of the most annoying insects ever, together with the mosquitoes and the flies. If one would care about looking into their eyes and stepping into their shoes (metaphorically, of course), one might say that, for the cockroach race, human beings are the foulest and most disgusting species that ever walked the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Cockroaches have been around for millions of years; humans have only been around for a thousand or so. Naked cockroaches have been seen all around the world in the most extreme weather conditions and climates; naked humans wouldn’t last a day in the snow. Cockroaches take food from sources that are already considered to be rotting and obtainable; humans have to take lives in order to survive. Cockroaches do not kill their own kind just to get food. Cockroaches do not mark territories and consider a patch of land, which is supposed to be for all of the Almighty’s creation, as their own. Cockroaches do not get all the food and hide it from all the other cockroaches. Cockroaches do not take revenge on other cockroaches when their den is trampled upon.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    In fact, cockroaches worship the Almighty better than humans do. Humans sing songs of praise with advanced vocal communication systems and yet fail to do what they were created to do: to take care of the planet. Cockroaches honor their creator by setting out to do the task they ought to do, by making good use of the refuse of other organisms.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Human beings brag that they have so much intelligence and wisdom, and yet they use it to lie, to cheat, to steal, and to swindle from other organisms. Humans say that they have the gift of free will and yet they abuse it by destroying the free will of other humans. Humans say that they have the power of technology, but instead of using technology to create, they seem to be more proficient at using technology to destroy. Humans honor the Almighty for the gift of life, and yet they destroy that gift to the fullest extent of their abilities. In fact, humans throw away that gift by committing suicide; you’ve probably never heard of a cockroach committing suicide and throwing away the life that God has given. That, for a cockroach, would probably be laughable.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Cockroaches are better survivors than humans. Cockroaches do not need love and care to survive. Cockroaches are born with all the skills and instincts they need to live without anybody teaching them. Cockroaches have no need for money, credit cards, cellphones, cars and other vanity objects. Cockroaches do not need to pollute their natural beauty with senseless beauty products that shorten their lives and pollute the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    But then again, I guess humans have one advantage over the cockroaches. It is said that cockroaches can survive for only a month without its head. It’s a pathetic fact, because most humans like me have lived all our lives without our heads.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    So what is my point? It’s simple. When you feel that you’re the Almighty’s greatest gift to the world, when you think that you’re a step higher than everything else, stop to think that the insect scurrying about in your kitchen has been around for millions of years and he has been through more trials than you’ll ever be. When you feel that you’re the strongest person that is, that was, and that will ever be, try to crawl bare-bellied in the snow for a few hours without your guts getting frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    We should remember that, if you think of it, the planet is simply a speck of dust in the Almighty’s great universe. Humans and cockroaches are smaller than dust; we are close to nothing. The cockroaches have spent millions of years in trying to be the best specks of dust they can possibly be. How about you, when will you start? Will you start at all? Do you even know why you were created by the Almighty?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    My advice to everyone is: every time we kill a cockroach, we must enjoy the moment. We should breathe its supremacy, and take it as our own. It won’t last long. When we are buried six feet under the ground, a cockroach will come to lay eggs and feed upon our rotting corpses. It will only take the nutrients, for it has no need for our pathetic so-called “supremacy”.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    With all that said, let us follow the example of the supreme cockroach. Let us do the best we can as human beings, and live life in the service of the world and our loved ones. And when we see these life forms scurrying about in our darkest of spaces, let us silently thank it for being there to teach us one of life’s most important lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114973553542824922?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114973553542824922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114973553542824922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114973553542824922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114973553542824922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/06/supreme-cockcroach.html' title='The Supreme Cockcroach'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114973503166591601</id><published>2006-06-08T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:00:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility - A state I am in</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tranquility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;n 1: a disposition free from stress or emotion [syn: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=repose"&gt;repose&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=quiet"&gt;quiet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=placidity"&gt;placidity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=serenity"&gt;serenity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=tranquillity"&gt;tranquillity&lt;/a&gt;] 2: a state of peace and quiet [syn: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=tranquillity"&gt;tranquillity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=quietness"&gt;quietness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=quietude"&gt;quietude&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;A tune I'm singing, matches those of my love, Karmen. It's been two weeks, time flies. Really slow sometimes, and at light speed when least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't wanna miss anything, then again, a day is always too short to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trademark - Amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Is almost more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I can see your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I’m so in love with you - it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you skin&lt;br /&gt;The taste of you kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Your hair all around me, baby you surround me&lt;br /&gt;You touch everyplace in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels like the first time every time&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;I’m so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m amazed by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114973503166591601?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114973503166591601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114973503166591601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114973503166591601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114973503166591601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/06/tranquility-state-i-am-in.html' title='Tranquility - A state I am in'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114944066768066235</id><published>2006-06-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:04:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging escapade? Dream on.</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be the most tiring week for this semester. Mid term test week. The name says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This whole day have been a mugging day. Skipped training just for studies, hope I've made the right prioties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Race is just about two weeks away. I've to be in a tip top condition, mentally and physically. For now, I'm mentally tired, due to all this revision coming. All seems so peaceful when you're with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wish I could be there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Missing you till my nacho cheese starts to dry-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114944066768066235?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114944066768066235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114944066768066235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114944066768066235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114944066768066235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/06/mugging-escapade-dream-on.html' title='Mugging escapade? Dream on.'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114908701365440065</id><published>2006-05-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:43:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Word: History and Applications</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's something I want to share with you readers out there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of all the words in the English language, one of the most useful and yet most controversial is the word FUCK. Strangely, there are hundreds and even thousands of words in the English dictionary, and yet FUCK is the only word that is referred to as the ‘F’ word. It truly is a very magical word, because not all words can mean two very opposite things at the same time. The word FUCK can actually connote both pleasure and pain, or both love and hate at the same time, and in rare occasions, even in the same sentence!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Unknown to many, the word FUCK is actually believed to be a German derivative of the word “Frichen”, which means “to strike”... It was once said that FUCK was an acronym used at the early middle-ages or that sort of time, and it meant “Fornication Under the Consent of the King”, or some other alternative with that same meaning. However, this translation is nothing but an urban legend (for more info on this, check out sources 3 &amp; 4 below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The exact date or age when this word was fully corrupted into the English language is unknown, but we can all assume that, in the early beginnings of the word, it was used to connote sexual intercourse between two people. However, it can be noted that FUCK is the only word that can be used in the most parts of speech known to man, especially in modern times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If used as a transitive verb: “Adam FUCKS Eve.”&lt;br /&gt;If used as an intransitive verb: “Eve FUCKS.”&lt;br /&gt;If used as a noun: “Stay away, FUCKER!”&lt;br /&gt;If used as an adjective: “Ryan’s doing all the FUCKING work!”&lt;br /&gt;If used as an adverb for a verb: “I’m trying to FUCKING sleep!”&lt;br /&gt;If used as an adverb for an adjective: “Eve is FUCKING beautiful!”&lt;br /&gt;It can even be a different part of a speech, all in one sentence! Take for instance the sentence: “FUCK off, you FUCKING FUCKED FUCKERS!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yet one the most amazing applications is to modify a word by inserting it into the word itself, giving stress and importance a million times over, like for example, the words: “abso-FUCKING-lutely!” or “in-FUCKING-credible!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The word FUCK is definitely a word of so many uses. Strangely, even saying only the word “FUCK!” is already a complete sentence in itself, though it is not advisable because just saying that one word, due to its many applications, is quite vague in terms of its meaning because it can connote many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It can mean dishonesty (The insurance company FUCKED me.), it can mean difficulty (I don’t understand this FUCKING question!), it can mean aggression (Don’t FUCK with me, buddy!), it can mean trouble (Oh, I’m so FUCKED now.), it can mean incompetence (My teacher’s a FUCKER!), or it can mean dismissal (Go FUCK yourself!). You can fill in more meanings by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lately though, we see it constantly being used with the pronoun “YOU”. When both are used, it is already a complete sentence in itself. It can mean a lot of things depending on the situation. If somebody told you that you’re ugly and you reply by shouting “FUCK YOU!” with a smile, it can mean that you agree with him, but saying it with a frown and a raised fist can mean aggression. If somebody proposed his/her love to you, and you frown and say “FUCK YOU!”, it’s connotes disbelief. If you reply an “I love you” with a smiling “FUCK YOU!”, it’s already as good as “I love you too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The power of the word FUCK even transcends racial and class boundaries, because you can use it on anyone regardless of race, color, gender or orientation. Just one use of the word FUCK and everybody will automatically know what kind of person you are and how you were raised.&lt;br /&gt;With all this said, let us not be afraid of the ‘F’ word. Not many words exist with the same tenacity and the same power. Therefore, we must shine in pride, as the existence of the word FUCK simply means that we are near to perfecting our language and human communication in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you for orienting yourself with this magical word, and if you have reached this far in reading, with a smile I would like to say “FUCK YOU!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114908701365440065?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114908701365440065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114908701365440065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114908701365440065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114908701365440065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/f-word-history-and-applications.html' title='The F Word: History and Applications'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114875988500538304</id><published>2006-05-28T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:58:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.K. - I'm missing you</title><content type='html'>I love you. These three simple words, mean a lot to me and you. Let's reach greater heights, spiritually, emotionally and also feel each other's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hate weekends for now, as I can't meet her. Term test is approaching, let's work hard! Term break, let's enjoy and have fun. I'm looking forward to all the fun time we gonna spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's kinda late, I'm gonna need to sleep soon. Training's at 1pm as usual, tiring but fun at the same time. Till then, this is Ham, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love you-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114875988500538304?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114875988500538304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114875988500538304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114875988500538304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114875988500538304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/hk-im-missing-you.html' title='H.K. - I&apos;m missing you'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114812168497556908</id><published>2006-05-20T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:41:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the West, back to the East, a Journey to be remembered</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful Friday, went to catch the movie "Mission Impossible 3" with Karmen. It was a thrilling movie, not because the movie was nice. Rather, the Ben and Jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Good news, we held hands. It was more than just picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It felt good having her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If anyone ever told you I did like you, they are wrong! It's way beyond like =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More than just a feeling-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114812168497556908?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114812168497556908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114812168497556908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114812168497556908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114812168497556908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/journey-to-west-back-to-east-journey.html' title='Journey to the West, back to the East, a Journey to be remembered'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114761168346235941</id><published>2006-05-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:26:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY SAY SAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a random joke to share with you readers. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;again and she hands him another handful of peanuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She repeats this gesture about five more times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" why don`t you eat the peanuts yourself?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"We can't chew them because we've no teeth", she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The puzzled driver asks, "Why do you buy them then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The old lady replied, "We just love the chocolate around them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114761168346235941?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114761168346235941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114761168346235941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114761168346235941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114761168346235941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-say-say.html' title='SAY SAY SAY!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114728686356363556</id><published>2006-05-11T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:49:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, we're never gonna survive, unless, we'll get a little crazy.</title><content type='html'>If it isn't the usual boy meets girl, girl meets boy story, it would be one of those Korean drama sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Not this time. Neither was "Days of Our Lives". (By the way, Days of Our Lives is plainly soapy, not that is made out of soap, but it's a soap opera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here as I sit in front of the monitor screen, staring blankly at words which depicts the deepest emotions, the clock ticks by. Fatigue begins to engulf me into a round room without corners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a tiny fish bone, stucked in my throat like a piercing dagger, I swollow every breath I take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this a new beginning? Every beginning has and end, and an end leads to a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start? Here, there? Or maybe rage my way through like a grizzly bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hiding from the rain and snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Trying to forget but I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Looking at a crowded street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Listening to my own heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So many people all around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tell me where do I find someone like you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take me to your heart take me to your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Give me your hand before I'm old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Show me what love is - haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Show me that wonders can be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They say nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We're only here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Love is now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bring me far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take me to your heart take me to your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Give me your hand and hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Show me what love is - be my guiding star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's easy take me to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Standing on a mountain high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Looking at the moon through a clear blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I should go and see some friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But they don't really comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Don't need too much talking without saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I need is someone who makes me wanna sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114728686356363556?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114728686356363556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114728686356363556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114728686356363556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114728686356363556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-were-never-gonna-survive-unless.html' title='No, we&apos;re never gonna survive, unless, we&apos;ll get a little crazy.'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114722797678986308</id><published>2006-05-10T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:26:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination - Focus</title><content type='html'>Seems like it's all training and training. Most of my time is already occupied for trainings. I've to get my focus back onto my studies. This is my final year,  I cannot afford to make the same mistakes. It has been hard, but I know someone's got to do it (me,myself and I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training camp is approaching, SOON. 2 days, 1 night of unexpected "torture", with hopes to improve our bonding as a team and at the same time, building up our fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114722797678986308?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114722797678986308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114722797678986308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114722797678986308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114722797678986308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/destination-focus.html' title='Destination - Focus'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114649436591226141</id><published>2006-05-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:43:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time I Saw Your Pretty Face</title><content type='html'>//Mp3: Timmy Thomas - Dying Inside to Hold You//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today wasn't just another day at Sentosa. It was FUN! F.U.N. It was actually planned (secretly), the floorball girls and the dragonboat guys to meet at Sentosa lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Overall, we had bonding sessions, playing volleyball, and even Sumo wrestling (beach style). The floorball girls were having a fun time as well. Yea I got to see her again. Had fun, BUT she dirtied my cap! My precious white cap! Poor cap. It could have gotten into better hands (mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'll be looking forward to the next outing when DB guys meet FB girls. Let's go clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gimme hope Joanna!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114649436591226141?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114649436591226141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114649436591226141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114649436591226141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114649436591226141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-time-i-saw-your-pretty-face.html' title='The Last Time I Saw Your Pretty Face'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114628089687100002</id><published>2006-04-29T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:21:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper and Deeper, My Eyes Have Been Blinded</title><content type='html'>The first week of the new semester had passed. Time waits for no man, not even a piece of ham just like me.  My room is only halfway cleaned. There're still bowls of rotten food on the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for me to get back on my running fitness after three weeks of tormenting pain due to my footrot. It's much better now. Hygiene is the key! Probably a little lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone as crazy as you? I did. It felt like a catalyst, every word or action would be a crazy one, then again, intellectual. *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A neverending dream, I dream of you-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114628089687100002?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114628089687100002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114628089687100002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114628089687100002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114628089687100002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/04/deeper-and-deeper-my-eyes-have-been.html' title='Deeper and Deeper, My Eyes Have Been Blinded'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114580027044361336</id><published>2006-04-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:51:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School -with a rotten foot</title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming to an end. With less than 12 hours to go, I'll be back in school doing my usual stuff, attending lectures and tutorials, mugging till late and probably spend more time reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my foot's rotting, isn't really a good thing to start of this new semester. Well, I should be more optimistic. It'll get better by the day. To those out there, thanks for your lovely concern. Time's almost up. Gonna get ready for bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hungry and there's only porridge at home. =&lt;br /&gt;-If anyone told ya I was kidding, I probably didn't-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114580027044361336?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114580027044361336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114580027044361336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114580027044361336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114580027044361336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-school-with-rotten-foot.html' title='Back to School -with a rotten foot'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114485250029062632</id><published>2006-04-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:11:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danga Bay - A Moment Never Forgotten</title><content type='html'>It was all sunny at Danga Bay. Picture yourself this - the sun, beach and sea. Teams of 20 men crew, 500 m race, fighting to the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say, it wasn't all that easy. Through the socrching heat of the sun we raced, heats by heats. Arms aching, back breaking, and blistering ass. We came in 2nd!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great achievement by the DB guys. Well done and congratulations to all of us. More to come aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/21/09/3949012/26420527217491l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/21/09/3949012/26420527217491l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-This is just the beginning-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114485250029062632?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114485250029062632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114485250029062632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114485250029062632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114485250029062632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/04/danga-bay-moment-never-forgotten.html' title='Danga Bay - A Moment Never Forgotten'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114416282262504381</id><published>2006-04-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:00:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Sexuality</title><content type='html'>Race is just a few days away. Hope you guys are prepared, 'cause I'm waiting to unleash. My roommates-to-be, Eugene, Zhi Yong, Nilesh and Ayu. Gonna be fun in the hotel room! I hope there'll be no Brokeback Mountain III of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114416282262504381?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114416282262504381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114416282262504381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114416282262504381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114416282262504381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/04/comic-sexuality.html' title='Comic Sexuality'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114226247117640334</id><published>2006-03-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:07:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays. Cool at the same time, Sunny!</title><content type='html'>It was all sun, sand and sea. Beautiful sky, pure white sand and clear blue sea. No idea what I'm describing? It's Redang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take more than a thousand words to describe the feeling and sensation. To summarise it all, PARADISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back to reality. Missed two trainings. Got some bad news from a friend. I don't really feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know you're back safe and sound. =D I did miss ya, and I bet you didn't know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114226247117640334?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114226247117640334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114226247117640334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114226247117640334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114226247117640334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-cool-at-same-time-sunny.html' title='Holidays. Cool at the same time, Sunny!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114165032125331974</id><published>2006-03-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:05:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Comes From Experiences</title><content type='html'>//Mp3: Madonna - Sorry//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories comes from experiences? Hell yea! The only memories I had experienced, that really affected me badly were by poly grades. Damn those subjects. Out to kill me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got a call not long ago from my careperson. He told me I will be having to sit for SOME subpapers. Being an asshole, he didn't tell me which ones (though he's not suppose to leak out any information). He could have told me a secret, so I could start studying for my subpapers and not repeating any more subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that life in poly isn't relaxing at all. With all these stress, I wonder what must I do to be one of those students in Director's List. Anyway, so be it, I'm just gonna save up and go elsewhere to pursue my dreams. It's gonna soon be goodbye for Temasek Poly Applied Science School (ASC = All Students Can't-Make-It).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I'll be looking forward to the other good things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114165032125331974?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114165032125331974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114165032125331974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114165032125331974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114165032125331974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/03/memories-comes-from-experiences.html' title='Memories Comes From Experiences'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114149492888685496</id><published>2006-03-05T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:55:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Name</title><content type='html'>If it's hard to let someone go, it's even harder to move on. The only thing you can do, remember the name, cherish the good memories, and let bygones be bygones. Yes opportunity might strike just once, that doesnt mean you cant create one for yourself. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, 1 week passed. Boring and exciting at the same time. Training's getting tough. Feeling the need to workout, eat and sleep more.  To all my friends at Vietnam, do have fun and enjoy yourself, but GET ME SOME STUFF!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, brace yourself up. You're gonna be on the ride of your lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114149492888685496?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114149492888685496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114149492888685496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114149492888685496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114149492888685496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/03/remember-name.html' title='Remember The Name'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114105366836279058</id><published>2006-02-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:22:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn!</title><content type='html'>Yea, I'm burnt. Weather was pretty hot. I went for a swim today. Ok, I confess. Didn't actually swim laps, was just playing in the pool along with Baba, Kang Wei and Eugene after our personal gym session. Will be looking forward to tomorrow's circuit training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I've got to run again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114105366836279058?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114105366836279058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114105366836279058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114105366836279058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114105366836279058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/02/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114095919678142325</id><published>2006-02-26T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:06:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back and I mean Business</title><content type='html'>Back to training days. Tough, but enjoyable. Been a month or so since I last attended my trainings. Missed those guys, but now we're back rowing together. Hell yea! July race approaching, so is the Dagang Race or whatever shit that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. Looking back at the past 18 years of my life, though 1/6 of that was being a "cute" baby, life's been pretty much interesting. I shall live on to enjoy myself more! Since it's the holidays. Ask me out will ya? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114095919678142325?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114095919678142325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114095919678142325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114095919678142325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114095919678142325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back-and-i-mean-business.html' title='I&apos;m back and I mean Business'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114087720697747150</id><published>2006-02-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:20:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A desire to be with, a distance to be achieved.</title><content type='html'>What does that phrase mean? It's simple. If you want something, you've to work for it. Literally or passively, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea easier said than done. Have you ever felt something, that kind of emotion in yourself when you're with this particular someone? I bet you do. You're not alone. Many share the same experiences. Then you asked yourself, "how did that guy or a girl stays happy together?" The answer is simple. They're not happy. They might tell you the otherwise. However, it's the process of what the couples go through that makes life itself complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for me, if confession leads to something more hostile, I would never. If I don't, will I ever know? Is the person worth risking everything for? You tell me the answer. Whatever the answers maybe, it's never enough. Humans are borned with curiousity, being a part of their daily lives. They go around searching for answers, to all their sadness and sufferings. At the same time, neglecting the ones closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it may be, hard to say? The 4 letter word itself brings wonders to the EQ and IQ of a human. It brings joy, happiness, companionship, all in one, but with the price so expensive, only those few can afford. I'm not talking about money right now. It's that every little thing that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, a hundred days, have made me older. Seeing the world in a different perspective sure do quench my curiousity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114087720697747150?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114087720697747150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114087720697747150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114087720697747150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114087720697747150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/02/desire-to-be-with-distance-to-be.html' title='A desire to be with, a distance to be achieved.'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-114081083878085871</id><published>2006-02-25T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T04:06:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, Ended. Results, to be Known</title><content type='html'>Yes. It's been a while. Trainings, studying, chilling out with friends. These are just some of the things I've been doing. Other than that, I'm most probably sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have ended. Thursday was my last paper. Was ok, not that bad. Feel a little more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little confuse lately too. Life's been ok, felt something for someone, was just a more of a crush. Goodness, it feels awful. Haha. I've seen weird couples lately. The good, the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyp scandal, was pretty interesting on how SOME girls are actually "cheap". Or maybe should I say dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the movie Final Destination 3 with my classmates. It was superb. Death scenes were portraited like a game of monopoly. No one had the chance of surviving. They all just died. The end. Like the story line? Go catch it. By the way, here's the trailer. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/finaldestination3/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/finaldestination3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.52am, I've to go now. Will keep the entries coming. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverlasting Dream. A desire to be with, a distance to be achieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-114081083878085871?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/114081083878085871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=114081083878085871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114081083878085871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/114081083878085871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2006/02/exams-ended-results-to-be-known.html' title='Exams, Ended. Results, to be Known'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-113310720547167649</id><published>2005-11-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:00:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Killing Season, OVER! Casualties, uncountable</title><content type='html'>It was a very good Sunday and a very happening River Regatta 2005. Weather was fine. Race continued from Saturday. Entering the finals for most of the races. We even achieved first in some of the races. Despite our disappointment from the IVP race, HELL YEA we got into the GRAND finals, the most prestigous race event of the year! To me and everyone else, this race was the best ever. We beat other teams in the heats and semi-finals. Though our final position was only fourth, BUT it was fourth among all 37 other teams. The feeling was great. Ever heard of a glory or a win without medals? This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm proud of you guys. We did well. KILL THEM ALL!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-113310720547167649?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/113310720547167649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=113310720547167649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/113310720547167649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/113310720547167649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/11/massive-killing-season-over-casualties.html' title='Massive Killing Season, OVER! Casualties, uncountable'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112805800630868285</id><published>2005-09-30T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:26:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brithday To Me</title><content type='html'>Lols. Finally it was my turn. Thanks to all those who've acknowledge it. Special thanks to my Dragonboat teammates, or should I say brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my driving lessons, no clubbing though, kinda hate the idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots, you know who you are =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns, back to sleep. It's gonna be a long night later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112805800630868285?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112805800630868285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112805800630868285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112805800630868285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112805800630868285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-brithday-to-me.html' title='Happy Brithday To Me'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112788298269080447</id><published>2005-09-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:52:56.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things, too little time</title><content type='html'>If there was a 8th day in the week or 26 hours a day, that'll be much more time for me to accomplish more. Time is always running short, not to mention, pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been studying for my sub paper for the past few days. No life, yes, thanks to all my laziness throughout the semester. So here I am suffering, time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this new girl who came into my life. Ok, maybe not so new, known for about a year or so. Her name's Esther, attractive, attitude and crazy at times. There would be nights of endless flaming and talking bad about people whom we don't know. She's direct aout her opinions and feelings and always informing me that she needs to shit, or should I rephrase, "ease herself". Hell yea I'm yearning to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way guys, please do drop by &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blotspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://museum-of-twits.blotspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . It's hilarious. Read up and judge yourself. If you do fall under this category, please do something about it lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and peace =V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112788298269080447?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112788298269080447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112788298269080447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112788298269080447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112788298269080447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-many-things-too-little-time.html' title='Too many things, too little time'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112685620532015156</id><published>2005-09-16T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:46:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn, reading all these blogs of people making out, reminds me of the dark past I used to have. All the flirting, flings, and unknowingly being such a jerk at that time. If you asked me, I couldn't have answered, not even to how many ex girlfriends I had. Foreplay, slumber party, what else could you think of? I have to admit, it was fun. Now as I look back, feelings of regrets and memories came flashing back like a tape recorder repeating it's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even get involved? Was it really fun? Did all these things make me happy? The answers will still be in the midst of darkness. Never shall these be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, 1 week, of rotting and sitting at home, staring at this silver box (they called it the monitor). Haven't been doing much. Sleeping paradise, yea I slept a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sit for a sub paper, that is confirmed because I overslept on the day. Think I'm gonna study later, or should I go to parkway for a game of pool? I guess I'm low on cashline. Oh well, study will do just fine for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112685620532015156?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112685620532015156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112685620532015156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112685620532015156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112685620532015156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/09/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112637241832803867</id><published>2005-09-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:13:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are here!!</title><content type='html'>After a tormenting week of examinations, it finally comes to the HOLIDAYS!!! I repeat, it's the holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks or so, it has been rather tiring. Sleepless nights, improper diet and all my pimples are popping out like a geyser. Exams was rather hard. I'll definitely have to sit for a Sub paper. As a matter of fact, I missed one paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, I studied for plant cell tech till 6am. Decided to take a nap till 8am. Set my hp alarm and off I went to dreamland, not knowing the battery was gonna go flat any time. When it's time for me to wake up, it was 10am!!! 10am! Paper was at 9.30am and there's a levi time of 30mins. So there it goes....... Took an MC and immediately handed it to the registrar office. Guess I'll have to study again. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I need to have some fun. Dexter text me today, asking me for another beach outing. Sounds cool. Been months since we had one together with the clique =D Let's have it like next week or something, since my dragonboat training gonna start any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wondering if it was ever true that I loved you-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112637241832803867?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112637241832803867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112637241832803867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112637241832803867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112637241832803867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/09/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays are here!!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112533206091631220</id><published>2005-08-30T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:14:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the pain!</title><content type='html'>So this is it. Revision week. Time flies. My blog had been dead for quite some time already. Not much updates. Just the usual things. However I'm really pissed with the way Applied Science School is managed. It just sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must the good lecturers go away? TP ain't good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112533206091631220?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112533206091631220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112533206091631220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112533206091631220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112533206091631220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-comes-pain.html' title='Here comes the pain!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112404458874364991</id><published>2005-08-15T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T03:04:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Core Splendid, TATA</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. It was Dion's (Baba1, I'm Baba2) birthday. We all wanted to give him a birthday surprise, well it didn't really turn out as a surprise. All the efforts had gone wasted, but I can say, it was rather okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dion's place for a small gathering, or so called party. Most of us were there. There was FOOD! Yea you got me right, FOOOOOD!!!! Damn I'm feeling hungry again as I'm typing this out. There was a huge spread, ranging from pasta to egg pudding and on to the desserts. Holy that was appetizing. Too bad you readers out there didn't get to eat =X Oh well, some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Monday (tomorrow) I've got a Plant Cell Tech Quiz 2. I really don't feel like studying. Exams are nearing, 2 weeks and counting. I'm like having one leg in the grave. Save me, someone please do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112404458874364991?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112404458874364991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112404458874364991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112404458874364991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112404458874364991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/core-splendid-tata.html' title='Core Splendid, TATA'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112331637670500799</id><published>2005-08-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:19:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The FUCK!</title><content type='html'>I wrote alot and ended up with nothing. Stupid blogger server.. Waste my fucking time blogging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112331637670500799?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112331637670500799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112331637670500799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112331637670500799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112331637670500799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-fuck.html' title='What The FUCK!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112331620348144312</id><published>2005-08-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:20:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willy Wonka Willy Wonka!</title><content type='html'>Willy Wonky Willy Wonka He's a chocolate genius.. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a late afternoon in school. Came for a 2 hour class and a lecture. Damn lecturer was boring. Fundamentals Of Pathology. OMG, how am I ever gonna pass that subject? Lot's of subjects to revise, little time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CCN day was kinda sucky. It wasn't as lively as the year before. Even the Sports Culture Group had problems getting "customers" to their booth. I just went around school looking for something to purchase with me $2 complementary coupon. Bought 4 sticks of BBQ chicken and it sucks big time. Tasteless, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to claim a slice or two of the pizza Dr Lim bought for the class. However, it had legs and I didn't get a chance to taste it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was evening. Headed down to town to meet Cynthia. Journey was kind of long. I reached there early (don't really like to make girls wait you see, as for guys? lolx) We checked the bookings for Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, 7.35pm slot was full, but there was the 9.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed down to Plaza Singapura, and guess what. It was worst. Even the 9pm slot was selling fast, leaving with just the first row. How unlucky can we get? So we took a train down BACK to Somerset and finally purchase two tickets for the 9.50pm show (by the way, we sat in the third row from the front, sounds like third rock from the sun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Long John, ate like 3 and a half of the chicken. Cynthia was unable to finish hers. Laughs. Bought a MARS ice cream and headed back to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the movie part. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (CATCF) was nice. It depicts the miserable life of Charlie who gets to buy Willy Wonka's chocolates once only on his birthday. He lives with his humble family of 6, having just cabbage soup everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax was when Charlie got his Golden Ticket, and things started to get better. He was the "chosen" one and touched the heart of Willy Wonka. Along with his grandfather, Charlie embarked on a wonderful journey inside Wonka's chocolate factory. Discovering new things, unimaginable to mankind. With the patience and humbleness, he brought new life to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give this movie a two thumbs up. Plot was well written. Jokes were pretty lame and corny. Soundtracks were very catchy(picture me singing "Willy Wonka Willy Wonka" repeatedly after watching the movie. lolx. It was worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I enjoyed my day (or should I say night) out with Cynthia. We do talked (crapped) alot. Hope to hang out with her more often lols. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112331620348144312?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112331620348144312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112331620348144312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112331620348144312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112331620348144312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/willy-wonka-willy-wonka.html' title='Willy Wonka Willy Wonka!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112290929952458013</id><published>2005-08-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:20:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce... Bounce!!</title><content type='html'>Bouncin, flippin, jumpin, jazz funkin, just do something bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life's as simple as that, then there wouldn't be much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, it's been two weeks or so since I last talked to *her*. I just hope she's fine. Somehow, something inside me is telling me not to call or message her. In fact, I really miss her a lot. Missed those late nights where she and I would sing along on the phone, ranting about crappy stuff and oblivious to the time. It doesn't happen nowadays. Probably she's busy, and even more, I'm busy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my personal blog, maybe I should just type out whatever I feel like. Truthfully, I've been holding a torch for her since I saw her on the same bus home sometime ago. Time really flies. A long 4 months. It feels like a crush, or maybe something more than that. There were times when I tried to be there for her and express how I feel towards her. I didn't. As simple as that. Sometimes I kept myself wondering, on her part, how she feels towards me? I should probably leave that to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy for her that she got back with her lover. I guess quarrels and misunderstandings are part of a relationship. On top of that, it spicens up one's life, instead of a dull and boring fairy tale story where we know that there's no such thing as living happily ever after in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soon there'll be flowers &amp; prayers that are sad / let them not weep, let them know, i'm glad to go-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112290929952458013?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112290929952458013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112290929952458013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112290929952458013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112290929952458013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/bounce-bounce.html' title='Bounce... Bounce!!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112286549110768115</id><published>2005-08-01T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:04:51.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>lol, first word of the day, BORING. How impressive is that to start a Monday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecular Genetics lab had been cancelled. I finally got to have more hours of sleep (though I sleep a lot sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this Friday when I would be able to catch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Cynthia. Been about a month since we met. I hope I can cheer her up. Oh ya, we've decided to get chocolate ice-cream (those spongy ones) to smuggle it into the theatre. Maybe I would ask her to catch The Maid with me lols (hell yeah she's very afraid of horror movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here for now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everytime I close my eyes, I see her face flashing right in front of me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112286549110768115?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112286549110768115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112286549110768115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112286549110768115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112286549110768115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112246968561504665</id><published>2005-07-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:08:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Life</title><content type='html'>Gotten back all of my term test results. I wasn't really satisfied. Thought I kind of expected it due to the lack of time to revise as the term test was on the days after my dragonboat race. No worries, from today, I shall work even harder. With exams around 4 weeks away, there's not much time to slack. I shall train hard, and even study harder!! Bless me my friends =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss *you* haix.... =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112246968561504665?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112246968561504665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112246968561504665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112246968561504665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112246968561504665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/07/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in Life'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112236387398875706</id><published>2005-07-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:44:33.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Status: In Biz comp lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! I'm bored. Totally. It's been a long day. It was raining to start of with. Training later at 5.30 with the freshies. I'm expecting the whole sports complex to be filled with students participating the CCAs. Hopefully, the gym enthusiast will not be heading down to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, 30+ guys and 20+ girls cramp into a small gym with a limit of 30 users, It's far more worst than a canned sardine. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again later at night. Time to take a nap at the library =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112236387398875706?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112236387398875706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112236387398875706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112236387398875706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112236387398875706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112220511340472703</id><published>2005-07-24T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:38:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day....</title><content type='html'>Woah. It's been a week since my last sea training. Damn it was tiring. Life's never been easy. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting again tomorrow. I shall go eat my dinner and take a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112220511340472703?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112220511340472703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112220511340472703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112220511340472703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112220511340472703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/07/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring day....'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-112213755618966174</id><published>2005-07-24T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:52:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I've set up my blog....</title><content type='html'>Damn. I took freaking 2 hours to set up just this simple blog. It's rather late now. There's still training tomorrow. Hope the weather will be fine *Prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites peeps! I shall keep updating my blog ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-112213755618966174?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/112213755618966174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=112213755618966174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112213755618966174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/112213755618966174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-ive-set-up-my-blog.html' title='Finally I&apos;ve set up my blog....'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-110944080192794416</id><published>2005-02-27T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:00:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>The blog having problems again... SIANS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-110944080192794416?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/feeds/110944080192794416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11029281&amp;postID=110944080192794416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/110944080192794416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/110944080192794416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/02/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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-11029281.post-110943994994147263</id><published>2005-02-27T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:45:49.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>3 more weeks till exams! Next week will be a very busy day for me. 3 quizzes and 3 presentation. Who can beat me to that? Oh well. That means I'll just have to work harder and spend less time playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt her, leaving me so suddenly. May be for the better or the worse, no one knows. It seems a little lonely for now. Hope I'll get through this loneliness. Sometimes, I just wanna reach out to her and tell her how much I miss her. The events that occured seemed so inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to continue this any further, it'll just get boring. I'll end here. &lt;br /&gt;Nites readers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11029281-110943994994147263?l=ham-hammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/110943994994147263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11029281/posts/default/110943994994147263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ham-hammie.blogspot.com/2005/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Hammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282966222907828922</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></entry></feed>
