<?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-37142416</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funerei</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37142416.post-8970232512650917684</id><published>2009-01-09T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:32:34.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i truly want?</title><content type='html'>I been asking myself that queston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i truly want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life , i guess the answer to this question has truly adverse impact on your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the answer to this that you will begin to know how to shape your life and work your life toward the goal you have to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities in your life will keep changing but what matters is do your priorities finally you to what you want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alignment of your innerself will release the capcity within that has no limits&lt;br /&gt;The sky is truly the limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most people without a plan , everything is hard. They work without a purpose in life with no end in mind and no reason for living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to live in mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love what you do and do what you love =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-8970232512650917684?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/8970232512650917684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=8970232512650917684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/8970232512650917684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/8970232512650917684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-truly-want.html' title='What i truly want?'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-842516159264230316</id><published>2008-03-22T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:27:46.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AESC</title><content type='html'>Beginning to see things in a whole perspective&lt;br /&gt;Admin phrase of my course just ended and i forsee tougher days ahead&lt;br /&gt;Glad that i learnt quite a number of useful skills along the way&lt;br /&gt;Feel so much more free not bothering so much any more and focusing on course.&lt;br /&gt;But that freedom is soon going to be gone&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't think anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on what is at hand and make the best of whatever i have&lt;br /&gt;Kinda having a bittersweet feeling about my national service&lt;br /&gt;Dreed the day i have to ask myself&lt;br /&gt;"NOW WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have in mind what i want to do but still cannot imagine how much life will change in future. Just holding on to faith which seem so warmth in this dark world. So much comprehension of how things work and functions yet so helpless in helping myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why or why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking forward&lt;br /&gt;I will stop looking back =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-842516159264230316?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/842516159264230316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=842516159264230316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/842516159264230316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/842516159264230316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2008/03/aesc.html' title='AESC'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-3010465470469385475</id><published>2008-02-09T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:12:27.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Thinking</title><content type='html'>Cannot comprehend the very fact why humans are so selfish&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that our human nature?&lt;br /&gt;Why we all fall short of some many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, everyone is selfish in their own ways&lt;br /&gt;Be it time , money , priorities , choices and many other unlimited things&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps due to the sad face that we live in a world where we are forced to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have often tried to explain ourselves but have we found any answers?&lt;br /&gt;None i tell you&lt;br /&gt;All these reasons are but excuses&lt;br /&gt;Simply accept the fact that you are selfish and you are the cause of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop blaming everything that happens to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you had a hand in everything that happens to you&lt;br /&gt;Choices you make that will determine the repercussions in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself admit that i am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am I am&lt;br /&gt;Of too many things that i am ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my current state in life and understood the harsh reality of my past actions and its repercussion on my life&lt;br /&gt;All my selfish acts that seems to have backlashed at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories flashback as i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A few drops of tears hang from my eyes struggling not to fall&lt;br /&gt;Suspended at an instance&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to stopped&lt;br /&gt;But there was no stopping the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Smudged images as if tainted by devil himself&lt;br /&gt;Yet who was the wiser to see the clearer picture?&lt;br /&gt;One that was so clear at first , now disfigured by my own doings&lt;br /&gt;Or one mutilated figurine of despair crying out for redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears of what the future beholds&lt;br /&gt;How do i be selfless in this monger world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-3010465470469385475?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/3010465470469385475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=3010465470469385475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/3010465470469385475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/3010465470469385475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2008/02/selfish-thinking.html' title='Selfish Thinking'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-9160503592741732458</id><published>2008-02-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:01:13.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things On My Minds</title><content type='html'>Recalling how today went by&lt;br /&gt;Meet my Buddy Sean Foo for a swim at Jurong East Swimming Complex at noon&lt;br /&gt;Swam a while and we just relax ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Jurong East Swimming Complex was quite cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a wave pool to swim in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a big current circle where you just need to stand on your feets and the current brings u&lt;br /&gt;forwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult pool was nice to swim in&lt;br /&gt;i did only 2 laps and KO due to insufficant rest and all the mental torture i had through the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a funnel ride. I guess like 5 storeys high?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;So so tempted to ride the funnel&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't. Didn't want to leave Sean behind&lt;br /&gt;Next time i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's right leg is in quite a serious condition to to excessive running&lt;br /&gt;Require surgery&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Quite worried for him&lt;br /&gt;Praying that God will really heal him&lt;br /&gt;Inviting him to miracle service next saturday&lt;br /&gt;Just pray that God will keep the day free for both of us and really completely heal him&lt;br /&gt;I believe LORD&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch @ KFC at the Swimming complex, we head to his house to shower , chill and relax before heading to Queentown for my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought a pair of Black and White Low Dunks for $110&lt;br /&gt;Was so tempted to buy another but managed to control my spending urge&lt;br /&gt;I was like on a spree to blow a hole in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully i kept my discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we head down to plaza singapura to meet Kewal for dinner&lt;br /&gt;I treated sean's Dinner&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY cannot stand the GST&lt;br /&gt;Our meals totalled to $29.80&lt;br /&gt;Service Charge 10% and GST 7% contributed $4.48&lt;br /&gt;Our cost of living is seriously getting too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, our intial plan was to go to a pub and chill and relax&lt;br /&gt;In the end, both kewal and sean said they were not drinking.&lt;br /&gt;I was like ..... okay... next plan then&lt;br /&gt;So we finally settled on shopping&lt;br /&gt;By mistake, we someone ended up on the 7th floor of plaza singapura&lt;br /&gt;Cause someone didn't press our floor&lt;br /&gt;So what the heck, just check the movie timing at GV and we decided&lt;br /&gt;on the spot to catch a movie instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" was our choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front 2 row and they gave us the side seats(&lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for sean's constant annoying nagging that it is nice, i properly would have given it a pass.After buying TIX with SAFRA card $8 movie tix instead of the normal $9.5&lt;br /&gt;We walked around plaza singapura to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to buy a FOX tee for $23&lt;br /&gt;Retro print&lt;br /&gt;And it is in black and white&lt;br /&gt;My FAVOURITE colour&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to grab some popcorn and drinks before proceeding in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad that we catch such a great movie&lt;br /&gt;"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the singing throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Loved the last scene when their blood flowed onto the gaps on stoned floor&lt;br /&gt;Their poses was so artistically protrayed&lt;br /&gt;Loved the rage , revenge and gore of the whole movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately a movie you don't want to miss&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GO WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all managed to catch the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Wishing more days like this would come&lt;br /&gt;Retail Therapy seriously helps to make me happy =)&lt;br /&gt;More shopping to be done before chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-9160503592741732458?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/9160503592741732458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=9160503592741732458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/9160503592741732458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/9160503592741732458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-things-on-my-minds.html' title='Some Things On My Minds'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-4895274935562160834</id><published>2008-01-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:01:25.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>2008 started off very badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 31 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2317 HRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : Watchnight Service @ Lighthouse Evangelism(Tampines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS from CSM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report 0605 for Guard Duty Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel last order. RSM has requested all guard duty personnel to report back camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by tonight. Please book in by 2359 if you are not already in camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SMS him tell him i cannot answer his call cause i was at service. Tell him i will report back to camp by 1am because i still need time to go back pack and then cab back to camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply : &lt;strong&gt;NO BARGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastily left service and waited for the bus back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed and went to MAC to grab something then took a cab back to camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start the new year off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Served my 01 Jan 2008 24hours Guard Duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day , i didn't even have my 4 hours guard rest after my 24 hour duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSM shock us again with stunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i was spared cause i had to prepare all the admin portion for the course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on , i had coordination meeting at 2pm that day till late which got me worried because still a lot of things not deconflicted yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went past rather quickly and i focused on what mattered on hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay till 2200 HRS in office thinking of any course preparation for the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had LIVE program in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They introduced interval training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new always eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Area of my bunk before i booked out super late 1820HRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to REACHLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What greeted me in REACHLIGHT was the intense HEAT due to the air con malfunction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like in my black ZARA tee , Le Coq Sportif Jacket , Levi Jeans and Adidas Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat just kept rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could not concentrate on the worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly took off my jacket after praise and worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon was much better than the last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are still rooms for improvements though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the cell peeps signed up for a reachlight gathering this coming Jan 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper with the gang was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we all live in this world where we want instant gratification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want things to *SNAP* and happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth in all , laying the foundation right is very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i still believe in changing what i feel is unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gradually accepting what i cannot change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will of course support this ministry. Dun worry guys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am worried about the course starting next monday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so unprepared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like so many things i felt that i have overlooked although i started preparing rather early&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My stand is never expect others what you yourself cannot do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How am i supposed to impart and teach them the right attitude and skillsets they need to be a commander when i myself am not in the correct mindset?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to be able to answer to myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help me LORD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 2008 Resolution&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)Walk Closer With GOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)Give my best for my last course as a instructor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)Give my best during AESC and learn to the best of my ability&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4)IPPT Gold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5)Secure job straight after i ORD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6)Thanking everyone who have made my NS life so much more meaningful and colourful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7)Saving up for my future university daily expenses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8)Spend more time with my family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-4895274935562160834?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/4895274935562160834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=4895274935562160834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/4895274935562160834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/4895274935562160834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-8586406697062288352</id><published>2007-10-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:30:12.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally having some time to post in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been receiving more and more compliments about my metrosexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i do feel proud of =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to have the general misconception that all metrosexual guys are GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what i seek to address today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT everyone who is a metrosexual is a GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i get deeper in the topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let listen to what people think of metrosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A heterosexual male who has a strong aesthetic sense and inordinate interest in&lt;br /&gt;appearance and style, similar to that of homosexual males"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A kind of description to guys who are concious in their images, styles and are&lt;br /&gt;into fashion trends... dressing and styling themselves with fashion n trendy"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly&lt;br /&gt;immaterial because he has clearly taken himself on as his own love object and&lt;br /&gt;pleasure as his sexual preference."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The metrosexual, in short, is someone who takes pride in looking good. He has&lt;br /&gt;debunked the assumption that well-groomed men are, for the most part, gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He's confident, and open-minded. He likes looking good for himself and not for&lt;br /&gt;anybody else and, if in the process, he's admired by both sexes, great!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Young, trendy, sensitive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Man with a sense of fashion and a taste for culture, who loves to shop and look&lt;br /&gt;good, and may be of ambiguous sexual orientation"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this modern era that we live in , man and woman are equal. If woman can make an effort to make herself Beautiful. Guys should make double that effort since we still have male ego and want to outdo the woman coupled with the inexperience of looking good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is not like we plan to be beautiful the moment we reach puberty unlike female (No offence here). Female have always had grand plans of marrying but first they have to attract the bait aye? So how better than becoming the honey that all the bee come swarming after?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There are no ugly people in this world , only lazy ones."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So make that extra effort to make yourself standout from the crowd. Dun be lazy but put in the extra effort to make yourself look good. Making yourself attractive and desirable to girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time have certainly changed. As we all know that change is the only constant. How we react to the change is very important. Weren't girls all supposed to have tissue paper when they go out and guys who brought them termed "sissy"? (Worst if it is a hankerchief)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all guys are expected to be the one supplying the tissue. WHY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours truly is embracing the change very well. I love that fact that Guys are expected to look good nowadays. Call it vanity or whatever but i call being Metrosexual a lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love going out there shopping for the newest fashion to add to your collection. Updating your wardrobe, Flaunting it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fashion is an ART &amp;amp; ART interest many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is so interesting to see how people dress up. Exploring the many styles and adopting other's fashion ideas on yourself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image&lt;/strong&gt; is just one part of the equation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need &lt;strong&gt;Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need&lt;strong&gt; Attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need &lt;strong&gt;Confidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting post so far? I will continue my Metrosexuality's view next week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-8586406697062288352?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/8586406697062288352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=8586406697062288352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/8586406697062288352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/8586406697062288352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-having-some-time-to-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-272922740035065532</id><published>2007-10-06T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:41:04.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>This song ministered to me greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Am I&lt;br /&gt;by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-272922740035065532?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/272922740035065532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=272922740035065532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/272922740035065532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/272922740035065532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-5575391180909773485</id><published>2007-07-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:21:38.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>3 days of celebrating my 21st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all my friends who made it to my BBQ last saturday&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you so much for making it such a special 21st&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the love , presents and company&lt;br /&gt;I really treasure each and every one of you people&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my family for helping me with the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Espicially to my cousin, Elina for helping me with most of the food&lt;br /&gt;I have been greatly blessed by you&lt;br /&gt;And i am sorry i made all who came to my BBQ take a 15 minutes walk from the carpark to my BBQ pit that was at the extreme end of the pasir ris park&lt;br /&gt;Also sorry if i didn't managed to enjoy a longer conversation with you&lt;br /&gt;BUSY BUSY&lt;br /&gt;But do date me out to catch up&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed myself at church&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all who wished me&lt;br /&gt;And i really mean what i said in my short speech at choir debrief&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 person&lt;br /&gt;Me , Pris , Daniel &amp; Eugene&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;They made me appear all kid again at Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;br /&gt;Damn Ma Lu&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard 4.0 was great&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for celebrating for me yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rants to come from this 21st year old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-5575391180909773485?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/5575391180909773485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=5575391180909773485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/5575391180909773485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/5575391180909773485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/07/21st-birthday.html' title='21st Birthday'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-3266654991696733945</id><published>2007-05-09T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:57:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Now</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i cannot comprehend my own feeling&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand what to say to express my emotion withins&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really can't figure out&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to share my joys and woe with me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to be there for me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to cheer me up when i am feeling low&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to call me to ask about my day&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to share my dreams and aspirations&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to enjoy my presence even if i am silent&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to smile with me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to dine with me&lt;br /&gt;where is that someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-3266654991696733945?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/3266654991696733945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=3266654991696733945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/3266654991696733945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/3266654991696733945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-now.html' title='Life Now'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-8601486152957130213</id><published>2007-04-02T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T04:15:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>What exactly are friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who just come and go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or people who truly stay with you until the very end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say , I've been having more of the first type of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is quite interesting with the various stages it throw you into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constrained by various circumstances , we often choose to try breaking free from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to stay entagled in the web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However , as soon as we get freed from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather , the grass suddenly seems greener on the other side which used to be dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wished i had better friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wished i had none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow , my heart choose for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom it cherished and whom it didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends ever so close become so distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends i used to hug become people i say hi bye to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocassional smiles and a nod of the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful" relationship I shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so distanced now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises i knew could never be kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is spoken out easily in just a snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow to regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i hadn't said such things to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make them feel so good about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A living testimonial of the "friendship" i was supposed to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are taking me lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ask Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing as a friend in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't any better off when you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact , it became much worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell lies , stories and more excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't going to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was better off without you in the first place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-8601486152957130213?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37142416.post-8600161053721860738</id><published>2007-03-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:47:52.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Suddenly God throws a lot of good things at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Bayonet&lt;br /&gt;Great Posting (Back To VTW as Admin Spec/Instructor / Lab Manager)&lt;br /&gt;Great Friends Who Will Always Watch My Back&lt;br /&gt;Did A Lot Of Catching Up With My Friends&lt;br /&gt;More Gals In My Life&lt;br /&gt;An Opportunity To Lead&lt;br /&gt;My Fortune Magazine FINALLY Arrived&lt;br /&gt;Movie ,  KTV and Clubbing With My Future Colleagues On Friday Instead Of Staying In Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like Mutiple Blessing&lt;br /&gt;One after Another&lt;br /&gt;Hoping This Continues&lt;br /&gt;But I Know That Is Just Day Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever Will Come&lt;br /&gt;I Take It As They Come&lt;br /&gt;Learning To Grow Up More&lt;br /&gt;Doing More&lt;br /&gt;I Want More&lt;br /&gt;Like What Sean Said&lt;br /&gt; "What Human Truly Want is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for success&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-8600161053721860738?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/8600161053721860738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=8600161053721860738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/320/302408/Frustation.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; F R U S T R A T I O N&lt;br /&gt;1. Act of frustrating; state of being frustrated&lt;br /&gt;2. An instance of being frustrated&lt;br /&gt;3. Something that frustrates, as an unresolved &lt;br /&gt;    problem&lt;br /&gt;4. A feeling of dissatisfaction, often accompanied&lt;br /&gt;    by anxiety or depression, resulting from&lt;br /&gt;    unfulfilled needs or unresolved problems&lt;br /&gt;5. Something that serves to frustrate&lt;br /&gt;6. A feeling of annoyance at being hindered or&lt;br /&gt;    criticized&lt;br /&gt;7. The condition that results when an impulse or&lt;br /&gt;     an action is thwarted by an external or an&lt;br /&gt;     internal force&lt;br /&gt;8. The blocking or thwarting of an impulse,&lt;br /&gt;     purpose, or action&lt;br /&gt;9.  A deep chronic sense or state of insecurity and&lt;br /&gt;     dissatisfaction arising from unresolved&lt;br /&gt;     problems or unfulfilled needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One simple word yet there can be many meaning to it&lt;br /&gt;What frustration are you experiencing now?&lt;br /&gt;What does you so angry?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you venting this anger this way?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you so special to be able to express your feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the whole world owe you a living?&lt;br /&gt;Just whining and whining and throwing your tempers&lt;br /&gt;Flaring about and letting it take over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you are feeling down and out&lt;br /&gt;The weariness sinks in&lt;br /&gt;You still continue to feel frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside yourself, you know that it would not solve anything&lt;br /&gt;Yet it made you feel good&lt;br /&gt;You could vent it on someone or something&lt;br /&gt;So many form of expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are you sure that is what you want?&lt;br /&gt;To let everyone know the naked truth&lt;br /&gt;That you are easily annoyed &amp; full of anxiety&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throw it  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave nothing behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun tie yourself to it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't anchor the frustrations that you have&lt;br /&gt;Throw it and Anchor your frustration&lt;br /&gt;You can't compare your frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Ain't Nothing Compared To Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-116923552635067810?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/116923552635067810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=116923552635067810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116923552635067810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116923552635067810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-116774690105454301</id><published>2007-01-02T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T06:10:56.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/1600/537280/Angela%20&amp;%20Me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/1600/886054/Me,%20Idris%20and%20Sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/320/150932/Me%2C%20Idris%20and%20Sean.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me , Idris and Sean Foo @ MTV's Siloso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beach &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushered the new year with a bang&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Countdowned with lotsa strangers&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;Attended my first foam party&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Drama&lt;br /&gt;Did 2 good deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Deed No 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/1600/426694/Angela%20&amp;%20Me%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/320/288525/Angela%20%26%20Me%201.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;&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;strong&gt;Angela &amp; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this damsel in distress who was like waiting&lt;br /&gt;for her friends to come bring her into the party. Quite&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing..... and guess what ? She is like uber cute lah&lt;br /&gt;So guess what this knight in shining armour did?&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the extra ticket i had.... took a picture with her&lt;br /&gt;and even got her phone number ^^&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that she was from hong kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she managed to go in and find her friends&lt;br /&gt;Saw her again while i was queuing to go into the wet zone&lt;br /&gt;Chatted a bit and she thanked me for the ticket and went to&lt;br /&gt;find her friends....&lt;br /&gt;See ... i am nice... helped a foreigner and made her feel special&lt;br /&gt;Angela Angela Angela&lt;br /&gt;You made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Deed No 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's hp was spolit after kewal and soe sann dunk him into&lt;br /&gt;sentosa waters which made him totally no mood to party anymore&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to go home earlier so me , wei jian and idris accompanied&lt;br /&gt;him to get our stuffs from the locker @ the toilet&lt;br /&gt;After retrieving our stuffs, Wei Jian and Idris went back to spend the&lt;br /&gt;F &amp;amp; B Voucher they had remaining&lt;br /&gt;So Sean and me Stood there waiting for them cause Sean couldn't go back&lt;br /&gt;in as he tore his wraistband off&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... this malay guy fireman carry this gal who was like uber wasted&lt;br /&gt;then her hp dropped....&lt;br /&gt;the malay guy's friend help to pick it up while the malay guy put the gal&lt;br /&gt;on the floor in front of the 2 entrance of the toilet&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to cover her mouth forcefully and keep telling her to shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "WTF ... is that the way to treat a women?"&lt;br /&gt;Then the 2 malay guy dragged her into the handicap toilet&lt;br /&gt;Fearing for her safety .... i thought that she was going to be raped lah&lt;br /&gt;I tried my luck and push the door to peep into the handicap toilet&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they never latch the door&lt;br /&gt;So i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your Friend?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Better dun try anything funny"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy came rushing out&lt;br /&gt;and said that she was his girl and violently shouted at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what you say?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't try anything funny?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You got a problem?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i am not afraid of letting you see what i am doing "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The way you say things ... u better watch your mouth"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i replied to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey ... look here... i am not trying to find problem with anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since she is your girl ... then better take good care of her and dun try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything funny ... that all i mean"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which he backed off and proceed to put a brick to stop&lt;br /&gt;the door from closing so everyone could see what was happening&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this incident was going on... all everyone did was to look&lt;br /&gt;Onlookers indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl came towards me and said &lt;strong&gt;"It was still nice of you to have checked"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before returning to her group of girlfriends... about 6-8 of them all clad in bikinis&lt;br /&gt;Vroom.... some of her friends are darn HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Foo dared me to ask for their number when i go back in to dance&lt;br /&gt;Say i sure have chance&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Sean&lt;br /&gt;See.. i am a SUPER NICE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Never Leave my friend behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back ... Idris and Wei Jian and me went to see&lt;br /&gt;the photo that were taken by photographer armed with a SLR&lt;br /&gt;It Costed $10 to print it out&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't buy cause felt the photo not really very outstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean , Idris and Wei Jian left shortly and i went to chill with Soe Sann,&lt;br /&gt;Kewal and friends at the beach.....&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was totally cool&lt;br /&gt;Thanks FunkyGrads For The Free Invites&lt;br /&gt;Thanks My Friends For Making This 2007 Countdown Party Special&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Everyone who bothered to wished me a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Thanks the DJ for the great music&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the weather&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for what he has done in my life and his plans for me this coming 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-116774690105454301?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/116774690105454301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=116774690105454301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116774690105454301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116774690105454301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-116704372132652273</id><published>2006-12-25T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:48:41.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>Just Watch Death Note 2 With James , Jun Yong , Kian Hoon , Qiao E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i had one right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Death God on my Side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bring forth Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will die the way i want them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in such a unsightly way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Art in Death &amp; Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your naked body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have written down in my deathnote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day , i might get what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it will be a death blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you , You , You and You will be next&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37142416-116704372132652273?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/116704372132652273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=116704372132652273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116704372132652273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116704372132652273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</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-37142416.post-116447733726238132</id><published>2006-11-25T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:11:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/1600/719555/EnterIntoIsolation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1956/4166/320/931053/EnterIntoIsolation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I S O L A T I O N&lt;br /&gt;1: a state of separation between persons or groups&lt;br /&gt;2: the act of isolating something; setting something apart from others&lt;br /&gt;3: a feeling of being disliked and alone&lt;br /&gt;4: preference for seclusion or isolation&lt;br /&gt;5: (psychiatry) a defense mechanism in which memory of an unacceptable act or impulse is separated from the emotion originally associated with it&lt;br /&gt;7. an act or instance of isolating.&lt;br /&gt;8.the state of being isolated.&lt;br /&gt;9.the complete separation from others of a person suffering from contagious or infectious disease; quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;10.the separation of a nation from other nations by isolationism.&lt;br /&gt;11.Psychoanalysis. a process whereby an idea or memory is divested of its emotional component&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One simple word yet there can be so many meaning to it&lt;br /&gt;What does isolation mean to you now?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are experiencing just one of the many forms of isolation just like me&lt;br /&gt;Do your heart feel void?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel as if the whole world is against you but yet you choose to fight it all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Or Have you just lost someone dear and needed some time alone?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even choosing to be apart from the rest because you are different?&lt;br /&gt;But Are You Really That Different From The Rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why choose to isolate yourself when you know that it will not help the matter?&lt;br /&gt;Does isolation solve problems?&lt;br /&gt;Does isolation make things appear again?&lt;br /&gt;Does isolation take the pain away?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you just continue cutting yourself&lt;br /&gt;Bit by Bit&lt;br /&gt;Lil by Lil&lt;br /&gt;Till the blood start flowing and flowing&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile..... You enter into a state of isolation where no one can reach you&lt;br /&gt;But is this isolation?&lt;br /&gt;Or just your own pathetic form of escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality will Snap back at you just like THAT (SNAP FINGER)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what?&lt;br /&gt;You are staring at your bloody wrist again&lt;br /&gt;You start to shiver ........&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrrrhhhhhh.... brrrrrrrhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU ARE COLD&lt;br /&gt;Almost As Cold As Me&lt;br /&gt;Be Glad or Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Ain't Nothing Compared To Me&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/37142416-116447733726238132?l=funerei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/feeds/116447733726238132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37142416&amp;postID=116447733726238132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116447733726238132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37142416/posts/default/116447733726238132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funerei.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-reality.html' title='Back To Reality'/><author><name>Funerei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06251019557607666745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
