<?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-28256681</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:44:57.828+08:00</updated><category term='Black and white photography'/><title type='text'>Bearing the Master's seal: S.O.G.</title><subtitle type='html'>Rejoice in the Lord! Psalm 33:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-1996128297438920243</id><published>2010-10-30T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:12:19.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You my God</title><content type='html'>Tired. Really tiring. Exhaustive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's one, only one, who is willing to listen, willing to hear Your word, willing to open themselves up to You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i'll be. I will preach and declare of Your wonderful name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-1996128297438920243?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1996128297438920243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=1996128297438920243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1996128297438920243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1996128297438920243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-you-my-god.html' title='To You my God'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-7276078830658236172</id><published>2010-09-05T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:32:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things happen without us know the reason why. We ask...and we ask..and the thing is, the answers will never come. Even if it does, we will never fully comprehend the extend of why it happened in that manner. Then we ask why again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has many questions. Most of the time we don't know why. The problem starts when we expect God to answer every single question to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been easy. Sometimes it feels the point of no return has been crossed. To put into a more crude way, im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Ar Bernard, a representative of Jesus Christ told me, God is die-hard committed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Chong, an agent for Jesus Christ told me that God's volume of love for me is beyond human comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Tan, a servant for Jesus Christ, told me that God is loving Master, Father, eveready to come to our rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, keep me. I am crying out to you for mercy. You. It is You. All about You. Remember that time...? Let's do it again okay? Without You, let's give up. Let's do it again okay Lord? Im so far from perfect, but my plea...is for You to take that spec of good in me and work on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-7276078830658236172?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7276078830658236172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=7276078830658236172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7276078830658236172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7276078830658236172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2010/09/lot-of-things-happen-without-us-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-3484136636298919944</id><published>2010-02-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:48:19.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart beat very fast today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-3484136636298919944?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3484136636298919944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=3484136636298919944&amp;isPopup=true' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3484136636298919944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3484136636298919944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-beat-very-fast-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-8325377825283543198</id><published>2009-09-26T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:53:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When my skin wrinkle. When i need strength to even get out of bed. When i need to take rest when walking. When my eyes grow weary. When i need extra effort when breathe. When i can't do as much as use to be able to. When i am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to exalt your name even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I Lord without You Lord...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-8325377825283543198?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8325377825283543198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=8325377825283543198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/8325377825283543198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/8325377825283543198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-my-skin-wrinkle.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-7016272031863344264</id><published>2009-06-05T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:01:35.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never trusted You so much in my life before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career, relationships, finance, faith..many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will testify.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-7016272031863344264?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7016272031863344264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=7016272031863344264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7016272031863344264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7016272031863344264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-2039713250531902719</id><published>2009-02-01T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:45:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's fault</title><content type='html'>CNY, Spectated the side of human beings in the midst of laughter and merrymaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On disappointments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk and you hear and witness, of death and divorce, of still birth to abortion, of sickness and to pain that knows no cure, from retardation of the mind to suicides, to hatred of husbands towards wife and of children who curse their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ugly as it may seem, non of them is more revolting than this : Blaming God for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We turned our backs on Him and looked the other way...." Isaiah 53:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet. again and again. He awaits. He endures. He loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-2039713250531902719?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2039713250531902719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=2039713250531902719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2039713250531902719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2039713250531902719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-fault.html' title='God&apos;s fault'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-1677301700174330370</id><published>2008-09-04T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:00:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/SL7PjIOrV8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fceY7WB3zr0/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/SL7PjIOrV8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fceY7WB3zr0/s400/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241855218717251522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/SL7PsXwwDaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/799k_Cl7Mxo/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/SL7PsXwwDaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/799k_Cl7Mxo/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241855377505521058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. This is a special request by my sis. Demanded that i must blog about this. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is.........EGGY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHhaAHa. yes. Eggy's the name. Eggy is 23 years old this year. Yes he is as old as me. It was my one-year-old birthday present from one of my aunt. Little adrian use to hug it to sleep. *audience: Awwwwwwwwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the butt. Amazing little back pocket. Goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-1677301700174330370?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1677301700174330370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=1677301700174330370&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1677301700174330370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1677301700174330370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok.html' title='Eggy'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/SL7PjIOrV8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fceY7WB3zr0/s72-c/IMG_1415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-4629648737014926697</id><published>2008-06-17T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:49:00.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just......hmmmmm.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-4629648737014926697?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4629648737014926697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=4629648737014926697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4629648737014926697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4629648737014926697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-gohmmmmm.html' title='I Just......hmmmmm.... :)'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-7886236229455816676</id><published>2008-04-28T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:16:13.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I saw...</title><content type='html'>7.43 a.m. A normal day. I was on the bus, on the way to work. An uncle with a half bald head was struggling to keep his newspaper intact from movement of the bus. An indian lady was talking over her bluetooth. I was bored. And extremely sleepy. Eyes were struggling to open *they were actually closed*. Then i decided to have a little chat with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my upper lips parted from the bottom rest, the sun pierced through the window of the bus. So very strongly that it was almost blinding. I cant open my eyes and while my eyelids were sealed, all i see was burning red white of the sun glow on my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i Saw. I saw a Great arena. There were millions of people gathering. Getting into their place. They greeted each other with such refined grace and some were adjusting the robes of others to make sure that it was all perfectly suited. The smiles of expectations were of utmost Joy. Their gleaming eyes speak of something amazing which was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a deafening yet glorious sound trembled across all the areas. And all bowed instantaneously. And in the middle was a throne. It started to glow brighter and brighter and brighter as time passed. To the extent that everybody was basking in the presence of glorious love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened. Music. It started with such an impeccable tune. I saw thousands of drummers all set up in the far left wing of the arena...and there were great guitarists as far as the eyes can see...and the frames of the drums and guitars and the other musical instruments were not in solid form but were of liquid white gold.....u can actually see the viscous flow of it...There were a few other intruments that i cannot possibly name because i don't think it even exists on earth. And there were 3 singers in the middle. The lead vocalist was a girl and behind her were 2 men. I couldnt hear what they were singing though...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the praise started...and it started off slow...and with a rising crescendo....until a point where the melodious tunes echoed in all ears and hearts....and then from one corner...people started to clap..not like tap tap tap...but they clapped as if they have trained their whole life to clap on this particular occasion...and the tunes become loud yet not deafening...and to my surprise...He started to clap along to the music...the glow turned from bright yellow to gold white...and it exploded with joy and holy presence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then above the shining throne ...there were things hovering in the air..i didnt see that one clearly....but they were flying and they were praising and throwing graffiti of rose petals. Really fresh and full petals...those which had no blemish and no browning. And the whole arena was filled with sweet smell of red rose petals. And i saw an old lady lifting her head up and let the petals fall like rain upon her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw people dancing and their dance was of heavenly standard. Glorious. Splendid graceful moves that exhibited great postures and coherence. Those which was danced FOR Him and not for themselves. Every move shows blessings to the Throned One... And the cutest thing was there were kids dancing in one corner. laughing and rolling on the floor having fun. hahahaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my bus came to a stop. It was my bus stop. Alighted the bus...dazed with amazement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-7886236229455816676?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7886236229455816676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=7886236229455816676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7886236229455816676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7886236229455816676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-i-saw.html' title='And I saw...'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-6951891584655199185</id><published>2008-03-21T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:56.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R-KybgXK-KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kdc0De_R608/s1600-h/450373034_09d7c492e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R-KybgXK-KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kdc0De_R608/s400/450373034_09d7c492e5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179898707042826402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, Easter basically didn't mean anything to me at all. Dad and mum didnt have much idea what it was except that its a Holiday. So i "celebrated" Easter in the aspect of being able to sleep late, hang out with friends and doing things that you would usually do during a one-day-holiday. Thus, ironically, a lot of people celebrate Easter then. We even have an island called Easter island where tourists boast about their unforgetable experience with the "You-Dum-Dum!" monumental statues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter. Hmm maybe im not gonna define what it means. But let me tell you what i do on easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for Such a day, where i can live again. I thank God for the ability to feel the supreme Joy that He so freely Gives.&lt;br /&gt;I shout praises on Easter. I jump and i dance as if nobody is looking. I punch the air in victory. I give my thunderous applause to Him. All purely out of a grace-given, love-centred, intimate relationship that conglomerates to the highest exuberance of joy in me. The question that i would like to post is....would it be possible for someone to do all that based solely upon logical truths and self-proclaimed of personal strong beliefs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~For I loved you so much, that I am willing to sacrifice the most important thing in My life, so that you would be able to experience My love for eternity. To give you Hope and not despair. To give you life and life more abundantly. Abide in me and I will cause your life to be as fresh and serene as green pastures. When you are weak I will be your strength. This time when you cry, your tears will not be wasted on hard grounds but will land on my palms for I keep every single drop of them~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-6951891584655199185?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6951891584655199185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=6951891584655199185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6951891584655199185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6951891584655199185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R-KybgXK-KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kdc0De_R608/s72-c/450373034_09d7c492e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-7430657279884164261</id><published>2008-03-01T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:04:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jehovah</title><content type='html'>My heart give thanks to You O'lord for this relationship with You,&lt;br /&gt;This walk with You which is based upon the very foundation of Your Love,&lt;br /&gt;So selfishly You gave and You gave,&lt;br /&gt;So willingly You sacrificed for me,&lt;br /&gt;Who am i O'lord to receive all this?&lt;br /&gt;You promised to give me life and life more abundantly,&lt;br /&gt;Till today, i still find no flaw and fault in this blameless covenent of Yours,&lt;br /&gt;One thing i ask of You is to be in Your house all of my days,&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart for what break Yours,&lt;br /&gt;The power of Your love...&lt;br /&gt;The mercy kindness that You poured upon me,&lt;br /&gt;The relevance of Your grace that overwhelmingly brings me great joy,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You O'Lord for everything. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hands as i walk this path of constant change.&lt;br /&gt;Pat my back when i am weary,&lt;br /&gt;Rain strength into my life when i am dry,&lt;br /&gt;Blow peace into me when i am distracted,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all show me more of Your love for i can't seem to get enough of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-7430657279884164261?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7430657279884164261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=7430657279884164261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7430657279884164261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7430657279884164261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-jehovah.html' title='My Jehovah'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-7408852824436494882</id><published>2008-01-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:43:12.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You did it again today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, today you spoke to me again and.... i just can't do anything but stand in awe of You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Joy Joy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-7408852824436494882?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7408852824436494882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=7408852824436494882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7408852824436494882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/7408852824436494882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-did-it-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-5052195868365275502</id><published>2007-12-25T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R3AD-Nhp2jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6l56r3oRK9c/s1600-h/article_image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R3AD-Nhp2jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6l56r3oRK9c/s400/article_image107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147618741402065458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah....Christmas at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God. I thank you for all the wonderful things that you have done for me, my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your undying and unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dearest ma..pa...and sis and bro...Have a blessed Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Adrian to everyone i know...A merry merry Christmas to you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"-which means, "God with us." &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 1:23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-5052195868365275502?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5052195868365275502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=5052195868365275502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/5052195868365275502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/5052195868365275502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R3AD-Nhp2jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6l56r3oRK9c/s72-c/article_image107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-6749652930640149686</id><published>2007-12-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:57.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R21NO9hp2iI/AAAAAAAAADs/ySvqI8hb1RY/s1600-h/mocha+praline1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R21NO9hp2iI/AAAAAAAAADs/ySvqI8hb1RY/s400/mocha+praline1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146854868583569954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mocha Praline&lt;/span&gt;. Xmas special 2007. &lt;br /&gt;Went into Starbucks and it called on to me. Topped with whipcream and a spiraling chocolate syrup. &lt;br /&gt;Sat down and made myself comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;Had my first sip 2 minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;Amazing i tiao uuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;The cool whip cream served as a smooth sweetener to the roof of my mouth while the flow of the rich hot mocha caressed my toungue and made love to the taste buds! &lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the drink...the chocolate syrup blended splendidly with the now more concentrated mocha and gave more oomph to this sensation..&lt;br /&gt;splendid choice adrian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-6749652930640149686?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6749652930640149686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=6749652930640149686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6749652930640149686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6749652930640149686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/12/mocha-praline.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R21NO9hp2iI/AAAAAAAAADs/ySvqI8hb1RY/s72-c/mocha+praline1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-2819244369715469364</id><published>2007-12-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uLndhp2gI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsCK8r0aALQ/s1600-h/achip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uLndhp2gI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsCK8r0aALQ/s400/achip1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146360509257865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uLMthp2fI/AAAAAAAAADU/3D4cIk4sfjw/s1600-h/theodoret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uLMthp2fI/AAAAAAAAADU/3D4cIk4sfjw/s400/theodoret.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146360049696365042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uKxNhp2eI/AAAAAAAAADM/xOuCiV1H_o4/s1600-h/theodore+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uKxNhp2eI/AAAAAAAAADM/xOuCiV1H_o4/s400/theodore+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146359577249962466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS. &lt;br /&gt;okay. There are very few cartoons/animations that could really flutter my heart, tickle my bones, bring me to kiddo-ness and make me walk out of the cinema like a small boy again, smilling gleefully and humming to the soundtrack of the movie. One was Happy Feet. yes. and this time AlViN aNd tHe ChIpMuNkS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i like the last pic? HmMm its a perfect resemblance to what i look like when it comes to food *g r i n s*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PZYXLgw41k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PZYXLgw41k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-2819244369715469364?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2819244369715469364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=2819244369715469364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2819244369715469364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2819244369715469364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/R2uLndhp2gI/AAAAAAAAADc/vsCK8r0aALQ/s72-c/achip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-4013120634181806111</id><published>2007-10-30T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:58:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He closes the door. It closed with a slow thud. He walks slowly towards the coat hanger and removes slowly his coat. Hangs It there. Drops of rain could still be seen on the sleeves. He then walks towards the mini bar. Made a drink of hot chocolate. The aircon runs at a comforting 26 degrees Celsius. A black leather sofa made for extreme comfort awaits him. He brings along his favourite crystal glass that contains his drink towards the chair. He slumps into the chair and put his drink down. On his right is the view from his room, overlooking the whole city at night. He then reached for the music player controller situated on the mini elegantly carved teakwood sidetable he had bought not so long ago. Pressed play…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3poQOWhNni/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3poQOWhNni/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the slow song started with the smoothing and enchanting rhythm of the notes…and the slow jazz came along…he took a sip on his chocolate and glances out into the wide panel viewing window. The thousands of streetlamps dazzled like yellow diamonds. The room was dimly lit. And the music lingers. His palms warmed up as he stretches his leg. Shoes removed and his feet rub against the warmth of the specially woven wool carpet underneath. His fingers tapped on the sofa’s handrest …to the melody the eardrums sways to…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-4013120634181806111?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4013120634181806111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=4013120634181806111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4013120634181806111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4013120634181806111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-closes-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-6582928989454546335</id><published>2007-10-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:54:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been terribly busy. As i walk through this path, let me not forget the purpose You have for me. Let me be still and know that You are God. As i undergo persecutions and false accusations, i forgive. Be there for me i pray and do not pass me by. When i am immersed in my work and duties, give me wisdom to set time for You. With this, i sing this song to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2yoTNOO7QL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2yoTNOO7QL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the King of Glory&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the clouds with fire&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth shakes, the whole earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see His Love and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;washing over all our sins&lt;br /&gt;The people sing, the people sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna, Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a generation,&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to take their place,&lt;br /&gt;With selfless faith, with selfless faith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a near revival,&lt;br /&gt;stirring as we pray and sing,&lt;br /&gt;we're on our knees, we're on our knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean...&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen...&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to love, like you have loved me...&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart for what break yours...&lt;br /&gt;Everything i have for your kingdom's cause&lt;br /&gt;As i walk from earth into eternity...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-6582928989454546335?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6582928989454546335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=6582928989454546335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6582928989454546335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6582928989454546335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-been-terribly-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-4314916034870165306</id><published>2007-10-07T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:07:46.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A glimpse of ray shone between two emptiness. Grace given to a meeting where blossoming seed gave cessation to unnecessary hiatus. Grasped a grainful of sand in the initial conundrum. Letting the air swift freely upon the palms of the left hand. Walked the run, crawled the walk, sat the crawl. A pinch of fragrant dew dwelled upon the air. Catched it and kept in my inner coat wallet. Saved it for a dearth torrential drystorm. Twined the strings into a straight band of lifeline. The presence amiable, but given a choice was never ordained. The lingering thoughts of wining pebbled roads goes unpaved as it continues. Saturated. The skin boiled, serenading towards mouthfuls of façade. The ears waxed itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds and minutes remained in prison. Hope instilled itself unknowingly. Words became offenders in each other’s terrain. I stood on. My legs lifted my ankles but the soul remained earthed. Gushing towards the light was all it seems. Given a choice to choose but choices was against authority. Bedazzled. Harshly. Walked along the shore of faith. Washed away by the waves as my feet disappear into the sands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Was there a past? Vague. A smell of fresh chamomile. The impair may found its comfort among the muddling pool. Although pressing against conscious’ avidness…. The summon of all it was never lost. The string still hooked to my last finger. It just never fails. What was promised became a covenant. The greatest commandment reignited. Hands clutched together near the heart, seeking a channel through the continuum of space, something higher than sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-4314916034870165306?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4314916034870165306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=4314916034870165306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4314916034870165306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4314916034870165306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/glimpse-of-ray-shone-between-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-2676190949068978136</id><published>2007-10-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:59:48.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile.</title><content type='html'>I was standing in line waiting for my turn. In front of me stood a father and he was carrying his toddler baby girl in which I suppose was around 2 years old. Cute little girl with soft dark hazelnut colour hair and big round brownie eyes. Her chin was rested on her father’s shoulder and she was half asleep. Her eyes were so sleepy, with the eyelids closing…and open again…then close…then opened again. Adorable I must say. And I realized I was standing a bit too close to them when suddenly the little girl took stare at me, straight, eyeball to eyeball. It was as if she was expecting something from me. It was a long day for me and I was basically just too tired to even do anything and for a while I was looking at her I didn’t know what to do. She continued staring and I was a bit confused….like hey little girl…go back to sleep ya…but she continued staring at me as if she was waiting something from me…..i was afraid that she might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, even though I was just too exhausted to even think…and fatigue just creeping all over my body….i gave her a smile. A twitch on my face muscle. A smile. Suddenly her eyeballs opened wider…she lifted her head up higher from her father’s shoulder and she was no longer sleepy. Then something spectacular happened. She gave me the sweetest smile I think she could possibly give and I can see the joy in her face and as she chuckled, she said hie to me using her 5 little baby fingers, as if she was grasping something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, thank you. When you grow up, I hope that you can still smile to the simple pleasures of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-2676190949068978136?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2676190949068978136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=2676190949068978136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2676190949068978136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2676190949068978136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile.html' title='A smile.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-6876882687902245792</id><published>2007-09-13T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:28:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstance</title><content type='html'>There was once when i was lying on my bed… I was wondering about my God. I tried to understand what he was doing in my life. I tried to comprehend the plans he has for me and I tried to grasp the concept of the way and extent He is reaching into my life. I tried to figure out the way He works. I had my full thinking gear on…and I thought and I thought…and I at the end of it….the closest answer that I could ever wonderfully realize was………………..Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I was startled. I was taken aback. But at the same time I realized that it was not just an emotional encounter with Him. But it actually made sense for the very first time. There, I realized the circumstances in which I’m in may not be that joyful. BUT the PURPOSE of His works which leads to this circumstance is just an awfully and an amazing remarkable expression of God’s love for me as well as for the people around me! If there was a name to His plan, it would be God’s love for __your name__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened was a plan. A plan by His love. And I’m glad that I was in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things that God would do just to tell you how much He loves you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-6876882687902245792?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6876882687902245792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=6876882687902245792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6876882687902245792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/6876882687902245792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/09/circumstance.html' title='Circumstance'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-1296621207701387728</id><published>2007-07-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to 12-year-old-me</title><content type='html'>HEY! Err Adrian ar. Adrian here la. Wah this is the first time it makes sense talking to you…err…myself. Allrite. Im writing this to tell you a brief description about your life in the future cos now I’m 22 years old. Yes the 22 year old you! Nevermind..nevermind dun panic…they have this technology already la 10 years later. Its called e-mail. Hahahahhahaa. Just jokin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all you will look back and find that curly wavy hair that you are having  are fantastically cool man. I know, I know…you kinda dislike it now but dun worry bout it. I’ll give you a glimpse of wat u look like 10 years later. There: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RpOovW9RcmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rux8gqWWn_s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RpOovW9RcmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rux8gqWWn_s/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593935801315938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad la hor so dun worry so much. BWAHAHAHHahahahahahhHAHA. Just pulling your leg. You look more like this when you are 22: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RpOovm9RcnI/AAAAAAAAADE/2lMjL5A0_zA/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RpOovm9RcnI/AAAAAAAAADE/2lMjL5A0_zA/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593940096283250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I know you are starting to think that this is a prank letter or something. Allrite let me get to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to congratulate you for accepting Christ as your saviour, your best friend, mentor and father. It has been 10 years and let me tell you, never once have I regretted knowing God in such intimacy. I know you are afraid that daddy and mummy might find out and get angry but let me assure you…God will protect you and never let you down. Never. You better believe it or else I would be lying to myself. Hahaha. You will one day thank God for all the wonderful things that he has done to your life. And when I say wonderful, it is not always like giving a lollypop to a child, the child sucks it and smiles because it tastes nice. Sometimes things had to be difficult because God’s teaching is not always spoon-fed. But every time I learn something out from the circumstances that He almighty has given me. And I really thank Him for that. I’m sure you will understand more as you grow older but trust in Him alrite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not mistaken, you are in standard 6 right now. And dad and mum might be having abit of financial difficulties. I know its tough and sometimes you feel really pressured. But don’t worry too much ok. I know you have been praying and I want to tell you that God hears you and things will turn out to be fine. School shouldn’t be much of a problem for you cos I know you are driven. UPSR is coming up right? Just wanna tell you that you don’t have to compare yourself to other people, academically. But as smart as you can get, you know pretty well that certain things are out of your control and you will just have to surrender to God. Let Him take care of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, be careful when going out alone to play soccer. The bicycle belt is not working properly and it may jam up one day. Don’t cycle too fast la aiyoh…you think u ghost rider isit…Enjoy hanging around with alex and Kenny because you guys will go to different places one day and will only get to see each other very seldom. And when you are in secondary school d, please go bug mum to let u learn drums. You may think I’m crazy but seriously you will enjoy it. Forget guitars, your fingers aren’t made for em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, you will meet people who are nice and of course people who just want you to be around them for the sake of what you can do for them. Just want to tell you that no matter how bad a person is treating you, don’t hate them…hate what they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Adrian junior, you take care of mum and dad alrite. And give sister back her freakin ribbons la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue your walk with God and one last thing…you will meet someone special in the future…You will know its her hor when you hear her say “can die” a lot a lot of times. hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take care. Got to go, chiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big-you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-1296621207701387728?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1296621207701387728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=1296621207701387728&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1296621207701387728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1296621207701387728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-12-year-old-me.html' title='A letter to 12-year-old-me'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RpOovW9RcmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rux8gqWWn_s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-4101570702896732683</id><published>2007-05-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:23:33.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/content/banners/simpsons_banner.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whhuuuuuaaaattt?? I can't hear you!!! YESSSSSSSS i know u want to watch this also! hahaahhaahhahahaha. Guys guys...be patient for my next posting k. Have been terribly busy with exams and all..haha...well but everything's cool...cool..cant wait till this friday though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-4101570702896732683?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4101570702896732683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=4101570702896732683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4101570702896732683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4101570702896732683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-4842209220594346103</id><published>2007-04-04T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:59.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMcRUcxDuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGHU53ywVsw/s1600-h/DSCN1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMcRUcxDuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGHU53ywVsw/s400/DSCN1239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049410691085176546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMb40cxDtI/AAAAAAAAACs/iD8_UHtGfuI/s1600-h/DSCN1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMb40cxDtI/AAAAAAAAACs/iD8_UHtGfuI/s400/DSCN1226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049410270178381522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMbtEcxDsI/AAAAAAAAACk/8yaUz1ylPZQ/s1600-h/DSC05113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMbtEcxDsI/AAAAAAAAACk/8yaUz1ylPZQ/s400/DSC05113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049410068314918594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMbkUcxDrI/AAAAAAAAACc/VapvSHH32Mo/s1600-h/girlc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMbkUcxDrI/AAAAAAAAACc/VapvSHH32Mo/s400/girlc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049409917991063218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMa7UcxDqI/AAAAAAAAACU/oxqoZ6H7Zt8/s1600-h/colouredstairs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMa7UcxDqI/AAAAAAAAACU/oxqoZ6H7Zt8/s400/colouredstairs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049409213616426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMasUcxDpI/AAAAAAAAACM/AfED7qcpMvM/s1600-h/colouredstairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMasUcxDpI/AAAAAAAAACM/AfED7qcpMvM/s400/colouredstairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049408955918388882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMaX0cxDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/PnJyoaByZRI/s1600-h/melbournesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMaX0cxDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/PnJyoaByZRI/s400/melbournesky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049408603731070594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi ya'll. These are the prints that i have done over the semester in the School of Arts, Design and Media. It has been a very enriching experience and if you were to ask me whether this subject is worth taking, i'll say...Just take it and you'll know what i mean! Its really fun and the teacher is way cool la. chris yap's the name. (hahah cher...i promote u abit la hor) check out the link. http://www.chrisyapphotography.com. There will be an exhibition in the School from next week onwards i guess...haha. I know some of you have approached me to buy these prints. I'm sorry to tell you that these prints are not for sale as they are personal photos. Thanks anyways. *cheese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks laynne for your artistic role in the development of these photos. hurhurhur.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-4842209220594346103?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4842209220594346103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=4842209220594346103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4842209220594346103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/4842209220594346103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/04/photographs.html' title='Photographs.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/RhMcRUcxDuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dGHU53ywVsw/s72-c/DSCN1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-2779929564889606083</id><published>2007-03-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:42:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun FACTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2Q9dSC8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ASGqOgZCc3M/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2Q9dSC8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ASGqOgZCc3M/s400/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046202309983472578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2QtdSC6I/AAAAAAAAABg/yRCXqfWuIt0/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2QtdSC6I/AAAAAAAAABg/yRCXqfWuIt0/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046202305688505250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2Q9dSC7I/AAAAAAAAABo/I31aAkXznFg/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2Q9dSC7I/AAAAAAAAABo/I31aAkXznFg/s400/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046202309983472562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the quotes of some famouse people which I felt are rather intriguing, since their mind has been involved in the accomplishment of great and substantial laws and theories in which the realm of engineering, medicine, art, business, humanities, politics etc revolves our world today. I was just wondering, if these people could have said all these words which was recorded in the books of history, do we have a better explanation, argument or means to say, well, I shall live your lives and change the words that you have said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Oxford dictionary, the word “Atheist” means:&lt;br /&gt;1. n. One who denies or disbelieves the existence of a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t know a millionth of one percent about anything. Indeed we still don’t know what 90% of the universe is made of. What is gravity? What are the fundamental particles of matter such as electrons, quarks, protons composed of? What is energy? Why is it a gram of rose petals contains an identical amount of energy as a gram of uranium? We don’t even know how these things work alone why. It certainly therefore takes faith to be an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      -Thomas Edison-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how he would look up into the heavens and say there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                   -Abraham Lincoln-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An honest man, armed with all the knowledge available to us now, could only state that in some sense, the origin of life appears at the moment to be almost a miracle, so many are the conditions which would have to be satisfied to get it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   -Francis Crick, Nobel Prize winner and co-discoverer of DNA structure-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This most beautiful system of the sun, planets and comets could only proceed from the counsel and domain of an intelligent and powerful Being.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                           -Sir Isaac Newton, mathematician-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many different languages. The child knows someone must have written those books. It does now know how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child dimly suspects a mysterious order in the arrangement of the books but doesn’t know what it is. That seems to me, is the attitude of even the most intelligent being toward God. We see a universe marvelously arranged and obeying certain laws, but only dimly understand those laws. Our limited minds cannot grasp the mysterious force that moves the constellations.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       -Albert Einstein-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       -Albert Einstein-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       -Albert Einstein-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;“ Ah!,” a skeptical student questioned, “Is there not too much evil in the world to be a God?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, surely,” said Zacharias, “When you use the term “evil” you are pre-supposing good and if there is objective good then there must be a moral law to reflect this. But when you admit there is a moral law, then you must admit a moral law giver- but then that’s what you are trying to disprove and not prove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if there is no law giver, then there is no good or evil- so what is your meaningless questions?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Author and speaker, Ravi Zacharias speaking at a forum on a university campus and recounts the challenge he was given by a student-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge23ddSC9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/GyNi-ZYbLfw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge23ddSC9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/GyNi-ZYbLfw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046202971408436178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a great answer to a question you may be asked or have asked. Did God create everything that exists? Does evil exist? Did God create evil?&lt;br /&gt;A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student bravely replied "Yes, He did".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" the professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yessir, He certainly did," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil. And since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor,quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course",replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of a question is this? Of course it exists.Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at the young man's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat.Every body, or object, is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body, or matter, have or transmit energy. Hence,absolute zero (-460 F) is the total absence of heat;and all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist.We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued,"Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either.Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said, we see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir,or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;The young man credited with this answer was none other than Albert Einstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-2779929564889606083?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2779929564889606083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=2779929564889606083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2779929564889606083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/2779929564889606083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-facts.html' title='Fun FACTS.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rge2Q9dSC8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ASGqOgZCc3M/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-3731460321143766602</id><published>2007-03-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:38:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheh......i oso can..............NOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one u see d hor, u need to follow these few steps:&lt;br /&gt;1) Breathe&lt;br /&gt;2) Calm down&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell yourself that it is okay. You just need err...say....50 years of practise to reach that stage?&lt;br /&gt;4) Breathe again&lt;br /&gt;5) Probably the idea of camera trick went across your mind. Snap out of it. Accept the truth that it is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-3731460321143766602?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3731460321143766602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=3731460321143766602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3731460321143766602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3731460321143766602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/03/chehi-oso-cannot.html' title='Cheh......i oso can..............NOT!!!!'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-3138469738375073319</id><published>2007-02-04T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:48:41.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pErformancE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #FF8C00; padding: 0; height:560px; width:480px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/player.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=wdl1Ib-GQLHrcrvtvpRCbBN-J2rgFP4B&amp;incr=1&amp;title=Performance&amp;description=Sit%20back%20and%20enjoy%20my%20pictures!&amp;color=FF8C00&amp;ntype=normal" name="looplet" align="middle" bgcolor="#333333" width="480" height="536" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; margin: 0 5px 4px 5px; width:470px; height:20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looplets.filmloop.com/link?id=wdl1Ib-GQLHrcrvtvpRCbBN-J2rgFP4B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/see_it_big.gif"  style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/divider.gif"  style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000085c0000000000000000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/create_your_own.gif"  style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000073c0000000000000000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/flash_logo.gif"  style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first performance. Not very good but no major mistakes either. satisfied. Played 3 songs. &lt;br /&gt;1--Give me Novicaine--Greenday&lt;br /&gt;2--Smells like teen spirit--Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;3--Faith--Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really like the song choices though. taking this performance as an experience and a training. &lt;br /&gt;Rock on sia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-3138469738375073319?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3138469738375073319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=3138469738375073319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3138469738375073319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/3138469738375073319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-performance.html' title='my pErformancE'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-1082211136219480540</id><published>2007-01-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:43:00.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and white photography'/><title type='text'>My art work ~Black &amp; White Photography~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KKKBSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/soRNWC1UMdw/s1600-h/mrt+track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KKKBSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/soRNWC1UMdw/s400/mrt+track.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025798555856619890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb9ATqKBScI/AAAAAAAAABU/YG_cIjtK5LQ/s1600-h/CRW_9193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb9ATqKBScI/AAAAAAAAABU/YG_cIjtK5LQ/s400/CRW_9193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025806415646771650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KaKBSYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qbQLog8-eoE/s1600-h/3folds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KaKBSYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qbQLog8-eoE/s400/3folds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025798560151587202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KqKBSZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PQg-BZtxlCU/s1600-h/mrt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KqKBSZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PQg-BZtxlCU/s400/mrt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025798564446554514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Mrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85LKKBSaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y1xTapdwYJM/s1600-h/who%27stakingwho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85LKKBSaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y1xTapdwYJM/s400/who%27stakingwho2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025798573036489122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's shooting who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85LaKBSbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E8FTJFN6Ziw/s1600-h/upcloseandpersonal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85LaKBSbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/E8FTJFN6Ziw/s400/upcloseandpersonal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025798577331456434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy year 2007. Yes i know it has been a while since i last posted. So many things have happened that i just can't say it all here. Let me talk using photos. This photos are my artwork from a course called Digital Darkroom from the School of Arts, Media ans Design. PLease do leave a comment about my pictures. Will really appreciate honest comments. Enjoy. Art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-1082211136219480540?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1082211136219480540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=1082211136219480540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1082211136219480540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/1082211136219480540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-art-work-black-white-photography.html' title='My art work ~Black &amp; White Photography~'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGnUzzZWOx4/Rb85KKKBSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/soRNWC1UMdw/s72-c/mrt+track.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-116559447339398160</id><published>2006-12-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:29:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A merry merry merry merry joyous and lovely Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMnNau8d-Gs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMnNau8d-Gs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. And this year is going to be a special Christmas. yupz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A merry merry Christmas to all you out there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~**A song for |You|**~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116559447339398160?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116559447339398160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116559447339398160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116559447339398160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116559447339398160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-merry-merry-merry-joyous-and.html' title='A merry merry merry merry joyous and lovely Christmas!'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-116456336679804796</id><published>2006-11-27T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:49:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7425/2990/1600/43980/10-11-06_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7425/2990/320/956725/10-11-06_2102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day you were born, you were given the opportunity to experience life,&lt;br /&gt;Life filled with pain, love, happiness, sorrow, hatred, longing, confusion, ecstasy, fervor, joy,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to all that, as tumultuous as it may be and With the gift of discernment, you treaded on a path less taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With angels rejoicing, i thank God that you have so many people who cared for you so much. Though it may not be perfect, the way you turned out to be was a blessing to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, on this 26th of November, i, together with God in hand, express my joy and Hope for you to continue growing into a beautiful tree filled with fruits of kindness, righteousness and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the wings of  a million doves carry you high up on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116456336679804796?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116456336679804796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116456336679804796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116456336679804796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116456336679804796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-116357120246698260</id><published>2006-11-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:33:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/handyvac-ADRIAN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Artificial Digital Repair and Immediate Assassination Neohuman" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/governor3k3-SERN+HSIEN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Synthetic Electronic Replicant Normally for Hazardous Sabotage, Infiltration and Efficient Nullification" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/edox-AH+BOY.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Artificial Handcrafted Being Optimized for Yelling" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/heart-m-SERN+HSIEN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Sexy Exciting Romeo Needing Hot Stimulation and Intense, Erotic Necking" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116357120246698260?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116357120246698260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116357120246698260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116357120246698260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116357120246698260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/coolness.html' title='Coolness!'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-116281652692316396</id><published>2006-11-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:35:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a vanilla ice cream to a sorethroat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/npgoodbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/npgoodbad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a primary school student, Sam was like any other kid, active and vibrant; naïve and innocent . He was brought up in Malacca by his grandmother. His parents were workaholics. Thus, they hardly spend quality time together. Sam envied his friends when he saw them being chauffeured around by their parents while he had to walk back from school with his sister, Adriene. But of all the things that the world has to offer, Sam had a special gift. A gift in which gave him peace, love, wisdom and strength…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One cold morning on 23rd May, when Sam and Adriene got back home from school, they saw their grandmother crying while talking over the phone. They kept silent, trying to figure out what the phone conversation was about. “Malignant?”, their granny said repeatedly. “What is malignant?”, Sam asked Adriene. “I’m not sure”, Adriene replied. After grandmother hang up the phone, she went to hug both Sam and Adriene. She told them to listen to her carefully. She tried to smile, but her tears gave way Sam knew, that what he is going to hear next will change his life forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Sam’s mother, Aunt June, discovered a lump in her left breast. Fearing the worst, she consulted a specialist. She did a biopsy to determine whether the growth was benign or malignant. The results showed that it was malignant. Moreover, it was the last stage! The doctor said she had only a few months to live and she needed to be admitted for further check up. Sam’s heart dropped and tears began flowing out. He has dealt with many blows before in his life but this was unbearable. Sam was angry, frustrated and felt his whole world collapsing. His mother was on the verge of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sam went home that night with an angry soul. He was so disappointed with God for choosing his mother as the victim. He cried, shouted, screamed, with angry tears flowing  from his now swollen red eyes. So emotional was he that he even crashed his father’s television with his baseball bat. His father could only look with anguished tears. He knew what Sam was going trough. That night Sam couldn’t sleep. Still angry with God, he started to question God. In exasperation he wrote a letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh God. Why!? Why……? Of all the people in this fallen world, why does it have to be mom? Haven’t you taken enough from me already? I hate you. You gave me this gift of peace, love, wisdom and strength but its all useless now. Its USELESS NOW!!!! What are you going to do next??!” Sam then cried himself to sleep, his letter soaked in his tears…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The week after, Aunt June had a surgery to remove the cancerous breast. Sam and his father waited outside the operating theatre. Sam was afraid and hoped that the operation would be successful. A few hours passed, Aunt June was rolled out from the operating theatre and into her room. She was still pale and sedated. That night, she recovered from the anesthetics, but though still very weak, she told Sam she had a vision during the operation. She heard God’s voice saying, “Save her! Save her!” and there were angels echoing the message to each other. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Ten years later, Aunt June is still alive and she accepted Christ. She has had a few relapses over the years. However, chemotherapy and prayers kept her alive. Her dream of seeing Sam and Adriene grow up has happened. Sam himself was amazed by all the miracles that have happened. One day when he was on his bed, he went blind suddenly. But he did not feel uneasy. Then a voice came from above. “Sam, my boy. I’m your God. I know what you have gone through. I wept because you cried too. I felt the pain too when you screamed at me. But I love you. And it was never in My plan to ever hurt you. Now My plan is done, and your family is happier together than before, cherish your family as one now.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Sam then gained his sight back. He just sat there, crying…not with grief now…but with rejoice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a true story~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116281652692316396?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116281652692316396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116281652692316396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116281652692316396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116281652692316396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-vanilla-ice-cream-to-sorethroat.html' title='Like a vanilla ice cream to a sorethroat.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-116210059457529809</id><published>2006-10-29T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:04:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week.</title><content type='html'>Highlights of the week. Sweet and nice things that was blessed upon me by Him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did quite well for my tech comm presentation. Comments by tutor were "splendid" and "entertaining"&lt;br /&gt;-Played Sparkler. Lighted 10 at once. felt that my hands were on fire. but cool.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Aunt's place for Hari Raya celebration. Ate like a pig. &lt;br /&gt;-Played with the full hall band. felt great.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Hall 11 to eat The Best chicken chop. nice...rained after that. had to take bus back. &lt;br /&gt;-Ate my favourite lasagnia. and ate ariabata 4 the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;-Ate frozen strawberry fondue. had brain freeze cos was "forced" to put whole thing in mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116210059457529809?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116210059457529809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116210059457529809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116210059457529809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116210059457529809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-week.html' title='My week.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-116089838807874324</id><published>2006-10-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:46:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnilycute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PALkkWYw3zM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PALkkWYw3zM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. miiaaaaaaaaammm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116089838807874324?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116089838807874324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116089838807874324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116089838807874324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116089838807874324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/funnilycute.html' title='Funnilycute.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-116019897734043741</id><published>2006-10-07T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:38:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small cloud all over:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th of October was Mid Autumn Festival. I had a great time. yeah. Enjoyed swenson's ice cream mooncake...went to yunnan garden for a walk...and all i can say now is....Trust in the Lord with all your heart, Lean not on your own understanding, In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your path straight. &lt;smiles&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-116019897734043741?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116019897734043741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=116019897734043741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116019897734043741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/116019897734043741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/small-cloud-all-overp.html' title='Small cloud all over:P'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115911968070333511</id><published>2006-09-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:41:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Asia - now i can fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/lens1255262module1271882photo_airasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/lens1255262module1271882photo_airasia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/air_asia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/air_asia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30a.m. : Woke up. Freakin blur. U know...sometimes when u sleep at 2 and wake up at 5 and u feel really confused? yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15a.m. : Left my aunt's place to Kranji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.40a.m. : Reached Kota Raya station. Blink blink. How come nobody eh...correct place boh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.55a.m. : Ah. Bought coach ticket from City Lounge to Senai Airport. Slept in coach. 5 ppl in bus only. 2 angmoh. 1 malay lady.      1 ah beng. and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30a.m. : Reached Senai INTERNATIONAL airport. The departure hall....it takes less than 5minutes to walk from one end to the other. amazing....went to the check in counter...the lady told me...."Encik, your check in time opens at 8.30a.m. Now is to kl." ONE hour till check in time. btw, my flight is at 10.35. yeah...most probably i have showed the paranoia in me now. So..i went to the nearest table. set up my laptop...and luckily got wifi signal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30a.m. : CHECKed IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.35a.m. : Boarded plane. You have to walk out to the plane in open air. :P. The plane...Boeing 737...quite small..and the best of all...the inboard entertainment...the music i mean...is played through this tape player...the stewardess have to press this big button that says play summore....and the same freakin song throughout the flight. How Come nobody noticed one?!?! Beep by pussy cat dolls...wahlao..beep beep beep...NA*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1135a.m. : It rained so heavily that the plane couldnt land. Wahpiang. of all days penang rained like siao when my plane wanna land. the pilot had to take the plane for a "haul" ...2 times! and still couldnt get permission to land. haih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.40a.m.: overheard the air stewardess that if by the third time the plane still has no permission to land, diversion landing has to be made. I was like..."to where ah?? might be fun oso...hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.50a.m.: Plane Landed. Overall nothing to complain. try it. Cos now you can fly too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115911968070333511?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115911968070333511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115911968070333511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115911968070333511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115911968070333511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/air-asia-now-i-can-fly.html' title='Air Asia - now i can fly.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-115892641906409282</id><published>2006-09-22T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:03:15.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chakalaka Cream Cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/22-09-06_1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/22-09-06_1446.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chakalaka cheese, all the way from South Africa. What makes it so special is that it is coated with a thin layer of indian spice! how bout that for a change. The texture is a bit softer than our normal cheddar cheese and its best to eat it just like that. But beware, it may be a liitle bit too strong 4 some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115892641906409282?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115892641906409282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115892641906409282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115892641906409282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115892641906409282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/chakalaka-cream-cheese.html' title='Chakalaka Cream Cheese.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115849678928058855</id><published>2006-09-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:52:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teacher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/SSA50953.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/SSA50953.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/SSA50952.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/SSA50952.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my JC form teacher. Her chemistry damn geng one. We were there to celebrate teacher's day. From left..sean..chio wei...Mdm khoo...Mdm khoo's son...wanyu...weiqiang...firdous..and mua. someone said i didnt comb hair. i did okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115849678928058855?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115849678928058855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115849678928058855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115849678928058855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115849678928058855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-teacher.html' title='My teacher.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115807676511493504</id><published>2006-09-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:59:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH!?!?</title><content type='html'>Was talking to my friend today and we came upon a few redundant or invalid questions or statements...pretty funny though..haha...here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: No.  &lt;br /&gt;(trying to be funny?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a boy/ she is a girl. (err...what else?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now? (From the point in which the question is asked to the time it is being answered, time has passed by. can't really get an accurate answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drinking water now. (wow....if u could talk and drink at the same time, call me...would like to see that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Are you asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;( yeah......rite....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value is not big because it is small. (This actually came from my maths proffesor. cool rite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a cup of very very very warm water...u mean hot?...no...very very very warm...)&lt;br /&gt;(conversation i heard btween a customer and a waiter...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115807676511493504?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115807676511493504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115807676511493504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115807676511493504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115807676511493504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/huh.html' title='HUH!?!?'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-115773103660823466</id><published>2006-09-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:57:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummer's World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7kqHOmMmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7kqHOmMmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may take some time to download...but...its really worth the wait...u might not be able to see it again. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115773103660823466?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115773103660823466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115773103660823466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115773103660823466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115773103660823466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/drummers-world.html' title='Drummer&apos;s World.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115678902155231581</id><published>2006-08-29T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:33:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But u can't see his blood...</title><content type='html'>Have been extremely busy and tired for the past week. Have been involved in Hall's dinner and dance...Band performance for merdeka nite..Things are just getting on track now. Interesting thing is that i met a lot of new people. Made quite a number of new friends. Pretty funny how things turn out sometimes. Was involved in the logistics in the dinner and dance. Was carrying stuff like mad to Grand Corpthorne Waterfront by lorry and all....Its called dinner and dance. guess wat. you dun get to dance. u dine and u watch the pageants strut their stuff. hmm....this year's hall king and queen. The "king" can sing quite well. not bad actually...the queen...hmm...she can..erm...hmm...she can...i dunno...really...dunno... The only thing that was a consolation was the theme of the event "musical". at least its musical. and not other funny stuff...say...farmgirlandboy hyped? Oh yeah...tried the chicken foldover by macdonalds....eh..quite good leh...summore it comes with jasmine tea and corn in cup. but the corn in cup that they gave me was "corn in a cup of water"!. ayuh...dunno wat these ppl doin...anwae...just to keep my bloggbrain active...oh yeah. digged up something which was a blast-from-the-past: Always by bonjovi. great song. This romeo is bleeding....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115678902155231581?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115678902155231581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115678902155231581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115678902155231581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115678902155231581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-u-cant-see-his-blood.html' title='But u can&apos;t see his blood...'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-115566256335371555</id><published>2006-08-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:38:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/370px-Crepuscular_rays_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/370px-Crepuscular_rays_color.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since i last blog. Today i blog again to remind myself in years to come, that today 15th August 2006,  a very special thing happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lifetime, one may receive tons of presents and gifts. Gifts that are small...gifts that are huge...But there are certain gifts that are priceless. Gifts like these only happen a few times in the lifetime of a man. This gift is like a gift of life, a newborn to a mother, a terminal disease miraculously cured and many more. Well, today i am truly blessed to receive a very special gift that will remain in my life for eternity. Joyous and contended i am amongst the wordly life...to be able to use this gift with love. For i know it cannot be removed from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115566256335371555?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115566256335371555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115566256335371555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115566256335371555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115566256335371555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/08/gift.html' title='A gift.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115436823546519891</id><published>2006-08-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:09:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is mojojojo a monkey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/01-08-06_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/01-08-06_0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its august 1st. 3 more days till i return to sing. Bought my transpot ticket already. Bougth stuff...visited the dentist the other day in Butterworth. No cavities. Cool rite. You young kids out there. Brush your teeth. If dun like colgate, use kodomo lion... Spent another hour talking to the dentist. Do you know that in India, you can easily obtain a human head for 5 rupees? Hmm...wonder ponder wonder. Interesting man he was. There are many types of talkative people. People who talk so much about things that weighs less than air. Well, some give you info on things u aint get on newspapers or books. yeah...as i'm writing this, im eating cheesecake. heh heh. Went shopping earlier today. Wanted to buy the adidas trackpants...but a bit expensive. Oh ya...Ang Lee is in Penang..as i was told..searchin for a location to shoot his latest film. Heard a joke the other day...what do you call a piano that fell into a mine? A minor. Haw. Haw. Haw. Kept me wondering...war between hezbollah and israel...its not good...not good...Things are going to get uglier...Lucky to be able to eat my cheesecake in peace. &lt;say cheese&gt;. Dani california is quite nice...amazing grace...still sounds so meaningful after so long...recommended to the fast and furious soundtrack by teriyaki boys...catchy...Rihana sounds great...one way-united live...gives me the whoohoo. My cousin was asking me this the other day...When was the last time you heard a love song? as in really really love song one...since these days song titles like "Because of you", "Take me out", "Make a move" ..."Don't cha????!?!?"...seems to dominate airwaves...hmm. omit individual preference as a reason. Im off to bed now. Take care you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115436823546519891?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115436823546519891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115436823546519891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115436823546519891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115436823546519891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-mojojojo-monkey.html' title='Is mojojojo a monkey?'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115376477072290781</id><published>2006-07-25T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:19:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a date with reality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/424px-Win_A_Date_With_Tad_Hamilton%21_poster.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/424px-Win_A_Date_With_Tad_Hamilton%21_poster.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late already...and my brain, my system still aint shuttin down. Sat down in front of the tv with my chilled chocolate milk and decided to browse through whatever programme that could entertain the little spark of soberness that is still left in me. Discovery..no..mtv...no..ESPN..no...yawn...HBO...Hmm..."Win a date with Tad Hamilton"...catchy...Had no idea wat it was...Ended up watching the whole movie. Well, it was just a simple romantic comedy, nothing serious or intense. Just what i needed at this hour. It tells of a romantic stint where a girl from a never-heard-before-town won this supposedly "date" with Tad Hamilton, a supposedly big hollywood star, through a contest. Its like winning a date with Brad Pitt..or Cruise...The story escalates to a point where Mr. Hollywood fell for this girl &lt;grins with sarcasm&gt;. Oh yeah..she went by the name Rosalee. Meanwhile Rosalee's best friend for 22 yrs fell for her in the midst of the glamouring process of Tad and Rosalee &lt;grins with an ever bigger sarcasm&gt;. Maybe i should leave the rest to you guys who are interested in watchin the movie :P It was okay...it just left me with a question at the end..."Reality doesn't fail to play tricks on us does it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115376477072290781?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115376477072290781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115376477072290781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115376477072290781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115376477072290781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/07/win-date-with-reality.html' title='Win a date with reality!'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115365463898447964</id><published>2006-07-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:37:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance. A gift from above.</title><content type='html'>The other day, i went to renew my passport as it will be expiring at the end of this year. So i went down to the immigration department with dad. It was like a information built into my mind as well as others that the cost of renewing or making a new passport with the validity period of five years were to cost RM300. Well, as i was filling up the form, in came my friend. Gliding blissfully towards me, as he always does, we exchanged greetings. A moment after that, he asked me the golden question which made my day. "Did you know that as a student, you could get a discount of 50%?". It struck me like a wind lottery. Well, NO i DID NOT KNOW about that. And neither did the officer supplied that info. The website was down, not surprising. I presented my student pass and yes, i paid RM150 instead. Praise the Lord for that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115365463898447964?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115365463898447964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115365463898447964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115365463898447964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115365463898447964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/07/chance-gift-from-above.html' title='Chance. A gift from above.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115306994585963827</id><published>2006-07-17T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:12:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to KL. Delicious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=afwlkiawwgaeuf84a/g/4hk-mktskej0&amp;incr=1" name="looplet" align="middle" bgcolor="#333333" width="280" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. I told one of my friends that i was going down to kl for a very important purpose; Food. she laughed. Why does someone from Island de Penang has to go all the way down to kl for food?? As ironic as it may seem, Kl offers a wider variety of food compared to Penang. Went for DimSum, Spanish Food, One-Arm-length steak that melts-in-you-mouth, Roti nan garlic and many more that i'm struggling to remember because of of brain saturation due to excessive intake. Among the highlights were: bought a lamp from IKEA, Watched Zidane played in finals, Watched tons of DVDs, Experience iMax 3d movie...overall quite a nice trip. It helps when you have someone to drive you around. Many thanks to cousin bro for that. PeaceMarn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115306994585963827?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115306994585963827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115306994585963827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115306994585963827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115306994585963827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-to-kl-delicious.html' title='Trip to KL. Delicious.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115254881379567574</id><published>2006-07-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:26:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/rene.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/rene.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL. I'm currently in Kuala Lumpur. and I'm Lovin It. Have been going around...its not just another big city. You just see some things that you do not see often. Life. Humans. Perceptions. Assumptions. Smiles. It was like a live picture being painted in front of your very eyes. Quite a pretty picture though. If we could just control ourselves sometimes and dun go headbutting other people. Grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115254881379567574?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115254881379567574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115254881379567574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115254881379567574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115254881379567574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect?'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115134443956838390</id><published>2006-06-27T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:56:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of delicious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/25-06-06_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/25-06-06_1346.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any idea how good this is. Its called mum's pohpiah. woke up damn early on saturday morning to help mum with marketing. Bought veg, spices and all that...helped her carry while she does all the bargaining. Good boy la...And then went back and then dad and me helped her with the cooking. I have to boast. The pohpiah will make you go high. forget cocaine. This makes your eyes roll back in ecstacy and you foam saliva. It just makes you freakin happy la. Too bad i can enjoy it like twice a year only...gives me a bad addiction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115134443956838390?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115134443956838390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115134443956838390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115134443956838390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115134443956838390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-delicious.html' title='The meaning of delicious.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115090907269511567</id><published>2006-06-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:00:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a change. Almost love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/a1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/a1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahhah. heh heh. Watched it today. Yeayea i know...in cinema..Its like entering a different dimension with 3 different species and watching something which is like a coconut filled with papaya juice in it. Okla...not bad for a change la...after soccer every night...but i think those of you who intend to watch shud watch it on DVD (original one ah. piracy is stealing. heh heh) with your friends. What? Don't tell me you expect Dolby and Digital surround for this kind of movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115090907269511567?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115090907269511567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115090907269511567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115090907269511567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115090907269511567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-change-almost-love.html' title='For a change. Almost love.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115081154157530854</id><published>2006-06-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:52:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Furious. furious man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/thefastandthefurioustokyodrift_bigearlyposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/thefastandthefurioustokyodrift_bigearlyposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch fast and furious: tokyo drift yesterday. Not bad. Drift here drift there...these people ah really carzy. Together with the drift japanese babes, F&amp;F offers speed, danger, lurf, and cars. OKla...but the movie ticket nowadays RM10. Tsk Tsk. Damn GSC. But it was money well spent...u know...with friends whom you haven't seen for so long. One came back from States, another from KL, another Britain...haha..Away with movies, these days i have been eating alot. Have turned into a living carbon-based dustbin with a superb digestive machine. What to do...i'm in penang wat. which means food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115081154157530854?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115081154157530854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115081154157530854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115081154157530854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115081154157530854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/06/fast-and-furious-furious-man.html' title='Fast and Furious. furious man...'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-115021336503485099</id><published>2006-06-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:42:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever. Flu. Soccer.</title><content type='html'>Piang. It has been a while since i last blogged. I was sick. Man down. Hit. Had to give the doctor a visit after so many years. The temperature was taken and it measured an astonishing 43 degree celcius. I'm hot. haha. Burnt. Had to stay in bed for days. Pumped in panadols, paracetemol, polaramine, antibiotics. Damn it. Was really bad BUT of all that, i recovered in a week's time. Thank the Lord. At such condition, the doctor predicted that i would have my first solid meal after a weak. But i was eating porridge already on the 4th day. Had to rest. Thank God soccer had started. Germany is good. no. Great. The 11 players of the English team can go by the sidelines and do some barbeque or pedicure business. To all England fans out there, i'm sorry but to say this in german: engrandkenotmakeit!! Oh yeah. Thanks to all of you who have been praying for me. Thank you. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-115021336503485099?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115021336503485099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=115021336503485099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115021336503485099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/115021336503485099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/06/fever-flu-soccer.html' title='Fever. Flu. Soccer.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114891671813386148</id><published>2006-05-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:41:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Monkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/kingkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/kingkong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/kingkong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/kingkong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched King Kong the other day. That is really one lonely and confused monkey i must say. Jack Black(director) did quite a good job in creating all the large insects. Damn they are disgusting. Monkey fell in love with beauty, Catherine. U know, if that monkey were to shrink to human size, i could bet u that she would chose monkey as a mate instead of man. Confused species we are seeing here. Overall not bad la...special effects here and there...although there were times when the movie didnt make any sense at all. Well. What can you say? Its Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114891671813386148?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114891671813386148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114891671813386148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114891671813386148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114891671813386148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused-monkey.html' title='Confused Monkey.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114864861694120325</id><published>2006-05-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:03:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem Vs. iPod. Cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzDJWWrgPbQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzDJWWrgPbQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114864861694120325?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114864861694120325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114864861694120325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114864861694120325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114864861694120325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/eminem-vs-ipod-cool.html' title='Eminem Vs. iPod. Cool...'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114864794366812668</id><published>2006-05-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:52:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPOD ad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzvhDBc1mrY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzvhDBc1mrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114864794366812668?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114864794366812668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114864794366812668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114864794366812668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114864794366812668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/ipod-ad.html' title='iPOD ad.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114836986970389111</id><published>2006-05-24T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:15:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand names in Hokkien.</title><content type='html'>(For those who are accustomed to the "Hockien Wah" only). The other day my friend and i were talking and came up with this. Hope it is useful to you when dealing with hokkien speaking aunties in the grocery store :) enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove (shampoo) : Pek Kap Sampoo&lt;br /&gt;Nike Just Do IT: Neekee, Cho liau kah lai pah sui!!&lt;br /&gt;Lo'real, Because you're worth it: Loliau, Eng kui Loo Chin Tatt!&lt;br /&gt;KFC,Finger Licking Good : KFC Jilat Jali!&lt;br /&gt;Mc Donalds, I'm Lovin it: Maclolia, Wa suka.&lt;br /&gt;iPod: I PORK?&lt;br /&gt;apple brand: pheng koh phiau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do leave a comment if u have any original idea and i'll post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114836986970389111?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114836986970389111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114836986970389111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114836986970389111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114836986970389111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/brand-names-in-hokkien.html' title='Brand names in Hokkien.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114822412333457007</id><published>2006-05-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:34:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Apple Store, Fifth Avenue. Brilliant lehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/photo1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/photo1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly opened Apple Store fifth avenue. Looks really cool don't you think so? Design of simplicity: trademark of Apple. Beh tahan. I sense the urgent need to go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/photo3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/photo3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean. Neat. Simple. nice hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/YX2I9057.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/YX2I9057.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People queing up...piangleh..i would too...u know why...they give away an amazing new MacBook every hour for 24 hours straight. And the first 2,500 customers receive a commemorative T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/photo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the store. Stylish. Innovative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114822412333457007?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114822412333457007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114822412333457007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114822412333457007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114822412333457007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-apple-store-fifth-avenue-brilliant.html' title='The new Apple Store, Fifth Avenue. Brilliant lehhh'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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-28256681.post-114805042683845578</id><published>2006-05-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:49:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal 1 - Barca 2. iliot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/Gjenslehmann_g.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/200/Gjenslehmann_g.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/Galceleb_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/200/Galceleb_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 things. I respect Jens Lehmann for what he did. It is one of those few moments that you actually see someone doing the correct thing the wrong way. (he tripped a player to disallow the goal that was already at the back of the net). Ronaldinho was great. My friend said " Everyone seems slow when he is holding the ball". haha. Kudos to that protruding bucktooth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114805042683845578?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114805042683845578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114805042683845578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114805042683845578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114805042683845578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/arsenal-1-barca-2-iliot.html' title='Arsenal 1 - Barca 2. iliot...'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114785869964977610</id><published>2006-05-18T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:45:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island de Redang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/DSC01550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/DSC01550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me swimming with the fishes of Island de Redang. We had to wait for the correct timing to snap because of the waves and tides. We had to pose. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Eric on the right. Me on the left. &lt;br /&gt;Eric " hahahwhwahbuuekbrubrbub"&lt;br /&gt;Me " Pwiiiseeee" Try speaking with the snorkeling mask on. U will laugh at how you sound. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114785869964977610?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114785869964977610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114785869964977610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114785869964977610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114785869964977610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/island-de-redang.html' title='Island de Redang.'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114788029244012371</id><published>2006-05-17T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:50:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang at its best. Whoohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/P6290825%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/P6290825%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding nemo? we FOUND nemo. Clown fish to be exact. We were snorkellin when my friend saw it, he tried to shout to us in total excitement. And with the snorkelling mask on and head submerged, he choked on seawater in the attempt. oooohh salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/DSCN1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/DSCN1248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the very memorable Redang Holiday chalet. That place rocks la. Redang Holiday is located at one of the ends of the beach. Friendly staff (though they don't talk much...wonder ponder why). It has a great cook that creates great dishes like steamed sotong. finger sucking good. And unlike other hotels and chalets, NO it DOES NOT have a swimming pool. who needs one in Redang!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/P9240195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/P9240195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninjaduhduh says Cowabunga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/DSC01590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/DSC01590.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anton wibowo and Yonglin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28256681-114788029244012371?l=iadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114788029244012371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28256681&amp;postID=114788029244012371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114788029244012371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28256681/posts/default/114788029244012371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iadrian.blogspot.com/2006/05/redang-at-its-best-whoohoo.html' title='Redang at its best. Whoohoo!'/><author><name>Adrian Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844662427598367443</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28256681.post-114786100177040176</id><published>2006-05-17T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:07:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHOY there!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/1600/DSCN1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7425/2990/320/DSCN1278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventional captain of the sea. The face wasn't really pleasant because of the hot weather. Hot la!&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken while the boat was "stranded" in the middle of the ocean because the engine died out halfway through the journey. HAHA. no joke. 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