<?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-33488309</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:41:42.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111290398207391813</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33488309.post-6867766488382154187</id><published>2009-08-10T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:31:36.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Now is almost 8 months into my NS life.&lt;br /&gt;WOW! ORDing is becoming to look like a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;So what would I do when i ORD? No idea, man. Anyway, that's still helluva long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months of BMT was a breeze enjoyable journey for NS standards. I won't forget all the buddies made there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 9 months of officer-cadet phase and I am reaching 5 months into it. Still alright so far, but I can feel the shit and pain coming very, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. Being made to be in charge of holding some event. Crack man. I would do it if they would give me a few days of undisturbed rest. But multi-tasking-and-responsibilities are just expectations. Anyway, it's not that hard, just that I am very lazy to do so. Some degree of uninterest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently feeling the half-fuck mood lols. So much things I wish to write down. So reluctant to type any further. So badly I wanted things to be shown here. The way I look at my situation now, comparing to all my friends, is so... wtfbbq. Comes my favorite song "I walk this empty street, on a boulevard of broken dreams. Today, is gonna be the day, that I got to throw it back to you" but I still haven't reach "By now, you should have somehow realise what you got to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting a bit further I realise I haven't change a bit at all. I feel exactly the same whenever I have some quality-deep-peaceful-personal-time. I guess many of us feel the same way. How alone we are. How lonely I am. From my perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33488309-6867766488382154187?l=itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6867766488382154187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33488309&amp;postID=6867766488382154187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/6867766488382154187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/6867766488382154187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111290398207391813</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-33488309.post-1872484532542388779</id><published>2008-11-05T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:22:04.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boooooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months have passed, some things stayed the same and some don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what matters the most is i've somehow survived through all the shitcracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarize the important things that happened i guess the first on the list is simply that i am now jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone giggles at that i'll have to disappoint them by saying i am gonna be attached to the government in 1 month's time anyway =). My mentality for national service is, quite positively, changing from bad to better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this 1 month of freedom i am having fun, sleeping late and long, playing basketball with my pals. Basketball is a dangerous topic tho, but i guess it wouldn't kill anyone. So for a start i am gonna say that my buddy ky is a fag. Nah just kidding. I haven't been playing for a long time, and the body doesn't seem to be able to twitch up to action like before. Thanks for the "compliments" being spread around about me, but i ain't good to be worth shit. Perhaps my best is already history, but nevertheless i hope to be able to perform better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, just sort of summarizes a quarter of the stuff that happened. Now for my lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33488309-1872484532542388779?l=itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1872484532542388779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33488309&amp;postID=1872484532542388779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/1872484532542388779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/1872484532542388779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/boooooom.html' title=''/><author><name>Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111290398207391813</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-33488309.post-6600004692760735603</id><published>2008-08-26T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:42:32.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm before the final boss</title><content type='html'>As the rain fall against the soft glow of the horizon, memories flowed like an embrace to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at my weakest... and i've never been at my strongest. Lessons were never learnt, advice was never taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for self-pity. I have to score points in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33488309-6600004692760735603?l=itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6600004692760735603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33488309&amp;postID=6600004692760735603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/6600004692760735603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/6600004692760735603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/calm-before-final-boss.html' title='calm before the final boss'/><author><name>Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111290398207391813</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-33488309.post-7324670796835890862</id><published>2008-08-11T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:40:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyra</title><content type='html'>Today's a new day and a new start. Indeed a new start in many ways. So for a start it's obvious i erased 2 years of posts on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years of posts where i've...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a need for appreciation;&lt;br /&gt;gone through the clouds, sunshine and storms of relationships;&lt;br /&gt;dreamt nightmares of spoilt shoes;&lt;br /&gt;injured friends on the court and getting injured;&lt;br /&gt;worried a ton for exams;&lt;br /&gt;missed alot of missing people in my life;&lt;br /&gt;expressed appreciation for what people have done for me;&lt;br /&gt;described people in my life in funny ways;&lt;br /&gt;and just lots of random shit which you can see the title of this blog states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blog is probably a place where someone tries their best to sound exactly like what they are if they ain't covering up for the sake of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) placing google ads&lt;br /&gt;2) working for some notch advertising company that pays a measly sum for a little promoting&lt;br /&gt;3) avoiding their tail being seen by relatives, lovers, families, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So indeed i am in no way chained to any of the above. If anyone doesn't have a clue about what i am saying, i am simply stating that i am sounding exactly like myself in this blog. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a voice that normally sounds cool and manly. Don't giggle on that.&lt;br /&gt;This voice often goes off pitch when i laughed horribly at something which made me laugh. Yes i can be a horrible laughing person. But it's not that bad as you imagine. I understand you're thinking of those people who laughed with the sound like what horses make when they got their tails and asses chewed by huge carrion flies.&lt;br /&gt;I am explicit in my choice of language sometimes. It made me feel as if i have split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's random shit for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it hits 12am i'll quickly blog about my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off billion thanks to jaysen (since he likes to call himself that) for helping me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting attached to baleno kingdom wasn't a wrong choice. That's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen most of the flow and switches of situations which an employee can get himself in.&lt;br /&gt;From feeling like a 100% part-timer i've suddenly grown to feel like an in-charge.&lt;br /&gt;Nah i ain't saying i am doing as well as what an in-charge is expected of but just starting out with similar responsibilities now. Thankfully, it's in a small measure. Meaning, i ain't getting loaded with a 5k burden, just a 1.5 or so. Fine, you won't understand it anyway. And i don't wanna get robbed randomly by a random reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday suntec outlet (i.p. zone combined baleno) was closed down. It's maximum sad! We were all like one family. I admit age was a factor, our differences are minute. So it was damn fun, jokes raised to the highest, yet being on an appreciable level! even our newest colleague got fitted in to the picture in less than 5 days. I think i took shorter though, 3 days =P and though i am the 2nd newest and ain't have the biggest share of fun among the others, i didn't feel that significant difference. It was a happy feeling to be involved and getting poked at just like the others. True the work sucks sometimes 'cos i was feeling like an underpaid employee but damn, for the first time i feel eager to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are all splitted apart! Omfg it's like a knife through me. I'll miss every single of ya =) Carol (let's smoke), Siew Chern (stop laughing for no reason), Sebas (fugging afro ninja) Yen Loo (where's the kbox?!) and of 'cos da newest chic Mabel! (or Mebel? i was pretty sure someone spelt this name wrongly somewhere) Some of the things i like about this little group, is that they never hold back their laughter. They never bothered to hold back their jokes too. There's freaking lots of things to get involved on and laughed about. Shit, the way i put it, it ain't even sound anything like work. That's how great it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am slacking at the warehouse sale, playing psp whole day, yea damn it's relaxing no shit but the group's missing =( gotta get used to a little quietness for now. Thank God, Ronald's with me, now ain't that something to reckon about =x non-stop chattering. Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my emotions are in motion,&lt;br /&gt;whilst my body is in relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Such a complication,&lt;br /&gt;I am set in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reading random crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33488309-7324670796835890862?l=itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7324670796835890862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33488309&amp;postID=7324670796835890862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/7324670796835890862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33488309/posts/default/7324670796835890862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsearlyinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/lyra.html' title='Lyra'/><author><name>Boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111290398207391813</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>
