<?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-5596927</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:21:34.590-07:00</updated><category term='ZOMG'/><category term='Crusing Is Made For Love'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='Little Butterflies'/><category term='Bamboo'/><category term='Happy Birthday Mom'/><category term='I Wanna Talk To You'/><category term='Fly By...'/><category term='Someone Once Told Me The Grass Is Much Greener.. On The Other Side...'/><category term='Ingénue'/><title type='text'>[ Classified Diary ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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>862</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6614783391240187128</id><published>2010-06-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:26:03.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FMLAnd I thought making your body perspire was a great way of relieving a fever. Think it might have worked in ancient times, but I think not over-stressing the body sounds more logical. I'm not too sure about it, though sometimes baking yourself does work...And how can I go see a doctor in the middle of the night, only to recieve an MC for tomorrow's work? I doubt I can bring myself to it. It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6614783391240187128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6614783391240187128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6614783391240187128' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2056280838333213965</id><published>2010-05-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:56:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EywaI removed my Wisdom Tooth on the 11th, and guess what, I had to be admitted to a hospital because of it. Damn. Just when I thought I could be living better. Alright, maybe I am a little off better having given Medical Leave  till the end of the month, but still, I wish my body could have been fitter. You know, physically fitter. Like what my officer back in BMT use to tell us, being combat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2056280838333213965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2056280838333213965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2056280838333213965' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4361789969277124680</id><published>2010-04-05T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:38:01.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Fly? To Sail? Or to walk?Why am I given such a difficult choice to make? Many would defiantly chose the first, while people who study with me in my poly days might chose the second, and my friends who are close to me, they might chose to the last. You see, in life, it's not all about making the right choice, but to live by the choices you've made; be it good or bad. And the Army thought me 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4361789969277124680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4361789969277124680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4361789969277124680' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5790887453857341276</id><published>2010-03-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:29:59.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too LongIt has been way too long since I last wrote an entry in, though I have always wanted to say something, and it either goes out the window, or I just have to hurry off to do some other stuff. Oh well, since I have the time today, and I feel like speaking up, might as well give it a shot again huh.It has been almost a year now, and for how long have I had this blog? Think it should be a good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5790887453857341276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5790887453857341276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5790887453857341276' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3660966897322695753</id><published>2009-07-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:34:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding Nemo. For almost half a year I have not write in. Seems as though this blog is dead; like the lifeless me now.For as long as I know, I was a happy person, and then I met someone whom I thought could bring me happiness forever. But nothing is forever - I thought I've learnt that. But no, it is either that, or I have chosen not to learn from my lesson. And this is the bitter taste of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3660966897322695753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3660966897322695753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3660966897322695753' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5313349531665624502</id><published>2009-02-06T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:34:00.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harrier =/= RXI ought to be studying, but that was what I have been doing for the past few days; studying.My time for studying in the Polytechnic is drawing to an end, so I might as well just mug like mad and hopefully try to pull my pathetic grades up a notch.Time flies when you are having fun. Guess that is the only way to know if you truly are enjoying yourself.Just yesterday, I was sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5313349531665624502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5313349531665624502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5313349531665624502' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3586898584419193956</id><published>2009-02-01T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:35:59.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poker FaceI wanted to post this a very long time ago, but I did not have much time at hand, so since I am rather free today, I might as well do what suppose to be done a long time ago.I spent so much time with my friends last year; all the people I want to spend with for the rest of my life. My classmates; Jeremy, Chester, Trey, Ming, Orgy and CHEOK, and the rest of the class as well, my brothers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3586898584419193956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3586898584419193956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3586898584419193956' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8058084687568768484</id><published>2009-01-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:46:11.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Run baby Run, Don't Ever Look BackI know what i am to say will get me into alot of trouble, but i need to tell someone, and i hope you are reading it.You might think i have not been thinking about you, or you have not been cared for. To be honest, i have thought about me almost every other day. Not the ‘missing you’ kind of thoghts, but more of the ‘how are you doing and i hope you are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8058084687568768484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8058084687568768484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8058084687568768484' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1441902266743149677</id><published>2008-12-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:14:13.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. HHOh man, this is just too awesome. Julian passed his driving! I am so happy for him. Thank god, and it is about time too. Oh, by the way, he driving the Big M. So ladies, gear up and draft behind him!      Recently, I have been out till late. My friends have cars for legs! How can I not go out with them aye? I mean, how many of your friends have cars of their own? It would be a norm if kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1441902266743149677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1441902266743149677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1441902266743149677' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7579644146050210570</id><published>2008-11-28T18:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:48:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bask in My GloryChristmas is round the corner!      And there is a perfectly good reason why I have not been writing in. I have too much to say; so much that I cannot share it with everyone right now. Only the selected few know, and damn, they are excited for me too.      All I can say is this: you wish you were me.      --     Friends are friends. If you suddenly want to be my best friend, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7579644146050210570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7579644146050210570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7579644146050210570' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6419992608732905511</id><published>2008-11-08T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:37:53.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flash BackLife’s good when everything is in place, but what happens when everything starts to crumple? They say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going; I say when the going gets tough, sit back, and laugh at the rest who are struggling.Reason being is simple, when you smile, things get so much better.It has been a while since I last smiled. But there is one place that never fails to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6419992608732905511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6419992608732905511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6419992608732905511' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/3012881230_907e3e3a3f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-279659488780156397</id><published>2008-11-07T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:23:36.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess who’s back?!Alright, I am sorry I did not write in for a very long time. So many things happened to me while I was gone, and now, I hope things have settled down.It feels kind of difficult to write in now, seems like I have lost my touch. I hope I can get it back soon; or perhaps it is because I am listening to the radio right now. Damn, the songs these days are getting nicer and nicer I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/279659488780156397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/279659488780156397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#279659488780156397' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2983533711_e462d7c750_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3366066922381059999</id><published>2008-09-08T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:25:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lost SonWell, it has been a long while since I last wrote in, because all I can say is this:PERPATUAL ORGASM My life, so far, has been like that. It has been fun and relaxation, and more fun again, and more relaxation. Jul, Kenneth and YY seems to be like the people I am see all so often. And I am glad. Finally, after so many months, we can finally meet back up together, and I am so happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3366066922381059999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3366066922381059999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3366066922381059999' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3364489262148058301</id><published>2008-08-07T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:12:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Is Time To End It All.Exams are just round the corner, and yet, I cannot find my footing in my life. I have slipped, and there is nothing for me to grab on to. Nothing. What I held on for once was no longer there anymore. Sigh, there are too many things to be said, but I fear what I say will be used against me in the future to come. I apologize.Anyway, like I said, exams are round the corner. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3364489262148058301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3364489262148058301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3364489262148058301' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4779417510815926978</id><published>2008-06-29T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:43:59.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     It really has been a while since I last wrote in. Damn, I feel like I have not express myself for a very long time.Recently, I have been rather busy with my work, and yah, last week was my exams. Was so tempted to write in, but I guess studies was more important then jotting my thoughts down. Now that I can finally have some peace at hand, I thought I might give this place some life back.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4779417510815926978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4779417510815926978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4779417510815926978' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/SGefrAOV_aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hznv8rwImuY/s72-c/P1010212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6245504610007295862</id><published>2008-05-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:33:29.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bird Of Prey Finally, a day that I can get much needed rest. But you see, that is the funny thing; I woke up at 10, that is pretty much like any other day. But I am glad that I have that rest. It is not like I c an get to sleep till 10 everyday right?Now, I will be off to see my sweetest princess in the whole entire universe!Whee!But before I do that, I would like to type an entry.I was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6245504610007295862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6245504610007295862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6245504610007295862' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/SDhDWAg8AiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/w0FuzFLQYPI/s72-c/SDC10367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7595479980710310802</id><published>2008-05-19T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:32:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14MonthsThink I tried typing this entry of like the millionth time today, and I think I finally got the inspiration to write what I feel.I hear the winds; they are crying for help. Mother Nature is upset on us humans. We are using her resources like there is no tomorrow. What happened to the peaceful lives we had for one another? What about the peace and the sacred vows we made to protect the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7595479980710310802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7595479980710310802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7595479980710310802' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7178491060212368692</id><published>2008-05-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:44:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Global Warming is EVILIt felt real good when my darling came down to Ikea today to accompany me! I mean, it was like we were getting furniture for our house. Just that now, it was for my room, but still, it felt really good!I got myself, with the expert opinion of my darling, a great table! Spanning almost 2m by 1m, I have so much of space to do my work now. Not only that, I finally got a notice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7178491060212368692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7178491060212368692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7178491060212368692' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5244191294076748229</id><published>2008-05-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:41:12.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment 1Damn, it really has been a while. I have not updated since like what, 2 months ago? And I feel bad. Now that I have not much time at my hands, the more I think I should sit down and type some things and share with everyone. Lately, I have been doing a lot of snapping with my camera my darling got me. Nothing much, but I am so proud that she got me my very own camera! A simple point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5244191294076748229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5244191294076748229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5244191294076748229' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-9033528792136457008</id><published>2008-03-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:35:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Time Soon...Oh, it seems like eons since I last wrote in. I am so sorry, I have been busy settling down  stuffs and getting stuff done up. In short, for those who just wants to know what I did and not read the whole entry, it was basically meeting up with my princess, going down in the waters for coaching, and playing games. Oh, and spending time with my sisters.So yah, I did spent a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/9033528792136457008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/9033528792136457008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#9033528792136457008' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4988843304059668793</id><published>2008-02-26T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:55:14.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Been A While...Sigh, it really has been along time. Seems like the last time I wrote in, was when it was near my examinations, and tomorrow, I will be receiving the results. Oh well, I pray for the best, but furthermore, I pray that my darling is fast asleep, dreaming of something pleasant.Now, where do I start?Valentine's Day was special to me; it was the first I ever had with a partner, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4988843304059668793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4988843304059668793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4988843304059668793' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/R8REb5KZVUI/AAAAAAAAADw/t3ip1_pPNgw/s72-c/SDC10051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5844207128194762346</id><published>2008-01-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:31:25.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hazard: DrunisWoah hoo!I am having my holidays now, and it feels damn good! I have long awaited for this day, the day where I can finally be free. Free from all those endless projects, free from the dreadful mornings where I have to wake up and go to school, I am free!Yup, I have been using this time to recuperate with my sleep and rest, and ensure that I have sufficient time to replenish my body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5844207128194762346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5844207128194762346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5844207128194762346' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1523394930415703263</id><published>2008-01-13T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:26:52.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World's Almost Over, But Then, You Came Back To MeIt is not death that consume us, or that we die and reborn again. It is just the returning to innocence.Over the past few days, I have been busy playing games, and busy doing a lot of stuff. And I am glad that you understand my love. Really, thank you for understanding me. I know you made a lot of sacrifice for me just to make me happy, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1523394930415703263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1523394930415703263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1523394930415703263' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6110302246846448439</id><published>2008-01-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:44:03.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First This YearFinally, after the long awaited wait from Fujitsu, I finally have my laptop. Cursed wireless card, think they went to the heart of Mount Hyjah and smelt the card for me and took them an eternity to construct.Anyhow, I spent my Christmas, and my New Year, with my beloved sweet heart!So much to write here, yet so little time; exams are just next week, and everything is happening fast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6110302246846448439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6110302246846448439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6110302246846448439' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6652536344762778121</id><published>2007-12-12T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:10:58.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree...Damn, I just set up the Christmas tree with my family, and it is really awesome! I really wish you were here with us when we were setting it up. It was great fun, and I know that if you were here with us, you will have fun too!And your nose would be running and dripping, and your skin will be itching. I know you dear, and I love you so much for being with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6652536344762778121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6652536344762778121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6652536344762778121' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5755392350731621335</id><published>2007-12-10T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:49:39.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE YOU!My birthday! It must be the most joyous occasion I ever had in my whole life! Seriously, how often do you get to celebrate your whole day with the one you love?My darling, my family, my friends; every one! Thank you so much! I appreciated it a lot. Thank you!Especially you my dear baby princess.And Jul.And Chow, Mei, and Sab. It was nice to see you all again.ANDREA LIM!! WHERE ARE YOU?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5755392350731621335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5755392350731621335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5755392350731621335' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3129810228032286445</id><published>2007-11-28T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:57:23.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QQTomorrow will be a long day. My group will be presenting, and in our whole polytechnic life, this is our first time wearing something epic to school.--I know, it has been a while since I last updated it. I am so sorry. Have been caught up with stuff lately.--Lately, I have been busy with my work; school work, my darling, and all my other stuff. So many work I have taken up, and so little time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3129810228032286445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3129810228032286445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3129810228032286445' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4921765654851153527</id><published>2007-11-05T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:06:29.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#19 EilaniaJust totally done up 2 E learning assignment, and I still have 2 more subjects I am left with.So tired, my fingers have been typing nonstop for about 4 hours now. And I think I need to rest. Well, no rest. Not until I am going to see my dearest darling. Because she is taking her examinations right now, and I am going to support here by studying as hard as her, and doing my best to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4921765654851153527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4921765654851153527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4921765654851153527' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7162008399547619254</id><published>2007-11-01T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:51:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Darling GO! Life is just about choices I guess. And I must agree with the person who told me that. Like, the dude that said those words. Perhaps, it was me, or perhaps, it was just about time I finally learnt about it.Looking at the pages of my life, and my friends’ lives, and your life, I think our lives is just made up of all sort of choices. Choices to pain someone, to pain ourselves, for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7162008399547619254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7162008399547619254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7162008399547619254' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6860553397468593395</id><published>2007-11-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:49:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold Hands to SleepTime passes so quickly, and I am glad that it is happening so. Looking back at the past weeks made me worry a lot. --Anyway, I attended my unit’s ATC and I must say, I find it rather interesting. Finally, I got to see different dynamic of work clash together; hell lot happened back down on that little island, and I am sure that this will go on, though on a smaller scale. All I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6860553397468593395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6860553397468593395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6860553397468593395' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2968796062497978185</id><published>2007-10-24T19:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:39:33.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turn Back Time.You cannot unwind the hand of time, and I really hope I did not do it. It is starting to haunt me. And I believe it will be for the longest time. And this might just have been the largest mistake I have ever made in my whole entire life.I will have to live with it, and it is haunting.Somebody, save me; I need reassurances, and I need to be confirmed. Confirmed that the situation is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2968796062497978185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2968796062497978185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2968796062497978185' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1384894586288396395</id><published>2007-10-23T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:52:40.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, some might say this is me acting cute, but honestly, if I smile, I think I might scare some people. Eitherway, I think this is a nice picture because not only did my face added value to this picture, but yours' too!And introducing the cutest mushmallow! This little dude has 2 wigglily thingy at the ends! So cute! And it was sent to me by MMS from my bestest darling, who ate it. Thanks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1384894586288396395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1384894586288396395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1384894586288396395' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/Rx6XVESAVRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QSZ8DH7G1DE/s72-c/SP_A0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8894740456964541065</id><published>2007-10-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:16:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party Starter - Will SmithI think I have the will to write in right now.It has been rough for the both of us, but I guess it is just a learning process of life, and that these lessons have been rather painful for us both. Glad that we managed it, though not too god, but least we managed it right?Anyway, HAPPY SEVENTH MONTH!So glad that you are by my side all the time.Lately, school has been fun, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8894740456964541065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8894740456964541065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8894740456964541065' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4897155730492617430</id><published>2007-10-18T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:28:24.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 DKP Minus when I'm sad.By the great winds! I have not been writing in for a very long time. And it looks kind of dead. That is what happens when your dearest would like to spend loads of time with you, and that is exactly what I plan to do, and I enjoy doing it; spending loads of time with you.Now that school has started and WOW is getting much more fun, I find it rather hard to write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4897155730492617430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4897155730492617430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4897155730492617430' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4482830176026971088</id><published>2007-10-09T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:04:04.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 October 2007Total damnation, today is a bad day. It did not even start right in the morning. Woke up with a jolt when my neighbor had to start knocking the tiles off his floor and the noise generated was like, a zillion decibels. Woke the living, the dead, and the dying out of me; total damnation.And then, when I was traveling down to my baby’s place, things got really nasty and out of hand.Had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4482830176026971088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4482830176026971088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4482830176026971088' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4666736060278171237</id><published>2007-09-17T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:23:05.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>\m/ Strawberry Marshmallow \m/Seems like the whole holiday since I last wrote in. been busy playing WOW, and busy doing stuff. Went almost everywhere and did almost everything; had to entertain campers down at Ubin, and then went down to help out at some bouldering competition, and then to Genting for a little while over the weekends.Thought I would just write in to cover up on all the occasion I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4666736060278171237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4666736060278171237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4666736060278171237' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8803421793961454393</id><published>2007-09-01T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:08:53.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salvation!!!! Spam me, but I think I shall not be prejudice.Soon, I will be doing what I hate to do – shall not say it till I actually done it.Anyway, dear, hug. You are suppose to be a wake, but you switch off your cell phone. I do not know if I should be angry or whatsoever, but hell, I think I should just endure. I called Siti to wake you up. But I guess you are still asleep.Never mind, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8803421793961454393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8803421793961454393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8803421793961454393' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6993503894106939392</id><published>2007-08-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:19:58.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great, when there is not any work to be done, there really is nothing to be done. And when there is work, one ton of boring work starts pouring in. It has to be done somehow, and I do not know how. Look at me, I have to read and check 3 manuals, each roughly around a hundred and twenty pages. Oh man, how am I going to finish.Not just that, have to design a picture cover for our CEO’s visit on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6993503894106939392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6993503894106939392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6993503894106939392' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8996689357064162265</id><published>2007-08-20T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:27:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 Doors To The LeftI had so much to say over the weekends, and I wanted to write so much down. But I was busy. Busy playing WOW, busy with my darling, and busy driving.Now, everywhere I go, it is using the car. Never expect to be using it so much. I mean, thank goodness I have the licence, if not, I will have to wait for the cab, useless time waiting, and useless time doing nothing in the cab.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8996689357064162265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8996689357064162265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8996689357064162265' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-724157062278382772</id><published>2007-08-20T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:29:13.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thrid Door On The LeftI had so much to say over the weekends, and I wanted to write so much down. But I was busy. Busy playing WOW, busy with my darling, and busy driving.Now, everywhere I go, it is using the car. Never expect to be using it so much. I mean, thank goodness I have the licence, if not, I will have to wait for the cab, useless time waiting, and useless time doing nothing in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/724157062278382772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/724157062278382772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#724157062278382772' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5372600933546239342</id><published>2007-08-15T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:36:13.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>August. Lovely. Happy birthday DearAnd just the other day, we had so much of fun! Oh my god!We went almost everywhere we could. We did everything we could. Respect my girl, I love her.Got the tickets from town and off we went for our lunch. Splendid is it not? Wonderful, we had a spread. And now you know, I can really eat a lot right? =DAnyway, we went to catch Rush Hour 3! It was so cool! All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5372600933546239342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5372600933546239342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5372600933546239342' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3241763418186439655</id><published>2007-08-08T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:27:47.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moo-edI feel like a cow, waiting to be slaughted at the slaughter house; basically, live to die, wait to die. Sad now some creatures are reared so that they could die for us man. What made us so superior into ruling who lives and who dies? Where is the fairness and equality?Even so, look at the other superpower countries. Not that they are super powerful, it is just that they have greater </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3241763418186439655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3241763418186439655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3241763418186439655' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8917705428883852897</id><published>2007-08-07T02:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:34:52.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With all my machines preoccupied, I guess I can pretty much try to stay busy by not doing anything right now.Had to go down for an appointment with my lecturer yesterday at SP, so in the day, it was real busy. One of the rarest Mondays where by I am so busy, I had to not pee. Weird how sometimes you can get so caught up at work you do not realize that time is passing by you so slowly.Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8917705428883852897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8917705428883852897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8917705428883852897' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4255164166066868079</id><published>2007-08-07T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:34:52.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With all my machines preoccupied, I guess I can pretty much try to stay busy by not doing anything right now.Had to go down for an appointment with my lecturer yesterday at SP, so in the day, it was real busy. One of the rarest Mondays where by I am so busy, I had to not pee. Weird how sometimes you can get so caught up at work you do not realize that time is passing by you so slowly.Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4255164166066868079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4255164166066868079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4255164166066868079' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4521237181757863575</id><published>2007-07-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:39:27.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHB7172KSHB7172KThe taxi that manage to send me home safe and sound tonight. Every taxi should be like this. I mean, he asked me what FM station I would like to hear, and if the volume is good enough or not. How nice?!Every driver should be like this.And yes, I am typing in his cab right now. The most friendly taxi driver by far.And that is really rare, because this year alone, how many times I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4521237181757863575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4521237181757863575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4521237181757863575' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-298776049030902757</id><published>2007-07-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:10:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack's Place.. Why not Bob's Place? Why Jack? These few days, my sleep has been rather little. Think I am playing too much of WOW. But it is fun, really.Anyway, went out with Chow and Jul and Mei, and it was great fun. Though it was only for a short while, it was still enjoyable. Glad that I made my way down. Actually, I did not want to go down, but because I think I miss all of you.We should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/298776049030902757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/298776049030902757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#298776049030902757' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2171421572106476108</id><published>2007-07-25T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:15:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bye Bye Assistant Purchasing and Technical OfficerLife is pretty screwed right now. Back to being an intern, I have become, and I do not want to me one. I want to resume my Assistant Technical and Purchasing Officer, but good things to come to an end my friend, good things do come to an end.Well, not everything; you and I will last forever. So bloody corny but it is true. We shall reign for as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2171421572106476108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2171421572106476108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2171421572106476108' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8631417037345279086</id><published>2007-07-24T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:16:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet HeartI wanted to write this when I was with you, but I could not; think it must be you are there. You draw me too close to you. Anyway, we had fun did we not?Over the past few days, we had loads of fun doing stuff we like, and I am glad we did so. Well, alright, I did what I like, and you had to study. But guess what, it was all for your own good. Time flies, I must agree, but at least we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8631417037345279086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8631417037345279086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8631417037345279086' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-123972048672551611</id><published>2007-07-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:15:11.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back at the office, and in another 10 hours time, I WILL BE FREED!Yes! I cannot wait! I just cannot wait! I long for freedom, for I am one, with the wild. And the wild, I am one.I do not really hate the superintendent sitting in front of my right now; I just dislike him, in a very strong way. He turns on his radio to a Chinese station, assuming that it is soft enough for him, and listens to it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/123972048672551611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/123972048672551611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#123972048672551611' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8276203636779350104</id><published>2007-07-17T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:44:57.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the Great WindsDeep down inside of me, I feel bad and all. Something is going wrong today, and I knew it last night. I knew something wrong is going to happen, and that something is happening right now. Why did I not foresee it coming? Why did I have to wait till the milk is spilled?A thousand curses fell upon me today as I woke up. Something was wrong, and I could feel it. Shit, if I knew...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8276203636779350104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8276203636779350104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8276203636779350104' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3353006708433315998</id><published>2007-07-08T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:54:22.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cows are ColorfullThe weekends are great! I have met your whole family, and it was an experience I will never forget. It was scary, and nerve wracking, and very fun! I mean, I never got to see anyone’s parents and felt so nervous before.No wait, of course I was feeling nervous and all, why should I not feel that way? They are the most important people in the world.Let us see who are real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3353006708433315998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3353006708433315998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3353006708433315998' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5851940124674449353</id><published>2007-07-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:13:15.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come Sway With Me...Work today was alright, and we had a new colleague! Well, she is a she, and my friend was kind of excited when she got to sit next to him. Poor soul, she sits almost at the line of fire. Each time someone comes to the office looking for a unfamiliar face, they will ask her. Thank god I was there when she got fired a question. And thank god there was only one such person who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5851940124674449353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5851940124674449353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5851940124674449353' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4968508104448737328</id><published>2007-07-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:03:23.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IsabellaI love you my dear.And the office is getting cuter and cuter even as we speak! The superintendent from the SQE department runs all the way here just to eat junk food from Janet. That is so unlikely of a superintendent. I mean, hardly I see everyone, come up here to eat the chips. Not unless they from my department.Today, the day seems to be rather busy, and I have been working my butt off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4968508104448737328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4968508104448737328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4968508104448737328' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8851629949106844373</id><published>2007-07-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:32:41.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are BeautifulKind of rough today, and I must say, I am pretty tired after such a rough day. Had loads of work to do, and had loads of work to settle. Sometimes I just wish that you can just read my mind.But oh well, it is just part and parcel of life. Nothing much to say today, just that I miss you more than yesterday, and that I love you more. Apart from that, today was like every other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8851629949106844373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8851629949106844373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8851629949106844373' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7041442424079134602</id><published>2007-06-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:04:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Longer, Harder, FasterOh my, this morning, it is quite hectic. Before I could even put my back down, J fired me in the head, asked me to order stuff for HIB, and pack manifest for NIN. Well, packing and ordering stuff, and processing invoices are part of the norm here at FTD. And so, I am not complaining since I am given a chance to perform a proper job, instead of photocopying and doing all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7041442424079134602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7041442424079134602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7041442424079134602' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5588440652855059848</id><published>2007-06-25T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:34:04.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you!Damn, the past weekend end was hectic, and I actually feel a little bit better. Not only is my T working a little better today, I can finally get my internet up! Well, sort of.The weekend was a little hectic, and loads of errands to do.But I am glad that on Saturday, I did manage to get quite a good rest. Woke up a little later then usual, because rowing did not start till like, 10, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5588440652855059848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5588440652855059848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5588440652855059848' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6597238952607081605</id><published>2007-06-25T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:34:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you!Damn, the past weekend end was hectic, and I actually feel a little bit better. Not only is my T working a little better today, I can finally get my internet up! Well, sort of.The weekend was a little hectic, and loads of errands to do.But I am glad that on Saturday, I did manage to get quite a good rest. Woke up a little later then usual, because rowing did not start till like, 10, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6597238952607081605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6597238952607081605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6597238952607081605' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2841884909469034017</id><published>2007-06-22T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:49:59.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LucymisserHopefully, today would be a great day. Last night was great after work and all, just had to make wasted trips, and because of the wastefulness, I got wasted for quite a bit. Oh well, what can I say, I love my darling too much too let her suffer.Jul, I cannot borrow the keyboard! The input different from mine, shit.And damn, I really feel like shitting right now.Damn, my I look at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2841884909469034017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2841884909469034017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2841884909469034017' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6972428354104287264</id><published>2007-06-21T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:20:48.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Key T is JAMMEDI have work to do, and some how, it feels good. As in, when I come to the office, I know what to do, and what have to be done. This is good, because this way, I know I am a useful asset to the company.Oh crap! The button “T” does not seem to be working to well for me. Oh no!Testing. This is bad. Testing. Testing. Testing. Oh no. this is bad, real bad.Hmm, again. Testing. Shit. Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6972428354104287264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6972428354104287264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6972428354104287264' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4688699598980619851</id><published>2007-06-20T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:57:41.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pokka Dot TopI love you dear.Woah! Last night was great! We had ice cream! I know, every couple have ice cream like every other day; but this was special to us, right my love? Had banana split! It was fantastic, and my dear, I promise you what I promise you. No more name calling of such, and no more eyes-gallivanting.And Sentosa is great in the night! It is peaceful and all! I love you darling! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4688699598980619851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4688699598980619851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4688699598980619851' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1346628197456314653</id><published>2007-06-19T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:18:09.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don’t Touch My GirlAlright, the second day of the week, and now, I am only looking forward for the weekend. How I wish tomorrow would be the weekend. I just want to rest even more.Had a great rest last night, though I did not sleep too early last night, neither did I stay up too late. Perhaps it just feels good after a long hard day of work. I do not know, but I know that I had a nice rest last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1346628197456314653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1346628197456314653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1346628197456314653' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1916099566078646709</id><published>2007-06-18T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:00:19.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Wanna Talk To You'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{ I Wanna Talk To You}I read about some scientist discovery thingy that Mars has water and the earth is elastic. I do not know how much it is true and all, but I think that Mars, perhaps they had a whole colony of life forms like us. And maybe, they discovered something similar to nuclear or some device that was so powerful and suddenly, one day, it became unstable, it wiped out the entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1916099566078646709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1916099566078646709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1916099566078646709' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-690580882534920438</id><published>2007-06-17T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:16:40.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusing Is Made For Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crusing Is Made For LoveI do not know why I am pissed; just do not ask me anymore. I do no know. And if it affects you, I am sorry, just do not ask me anymore.Had a pretty rough day, or perhaps, I have been looking at the nastier side of life, whereby nothing good has ever stand in my eyes.Father’s day, and have a happy day dad. Hope you enjoyed it today.I did enjoy my day, and I did enjoy my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/690580882534920438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/690580882534920438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#690580882534920438' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4780973463019670839</id><published>2007-06-16T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:54:37.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fly By...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fly By...The rain pours upon NOL, and it feels like it is snowing. I hope the temperature stays like this for the rest of the day. I really like this feeling; this safe feeling that I am experiencing right now. It feels good, and it feels damn shiok.My whole body is aching, and it feels good too.Today’s work is pretty light, nothing much to do actually, more like pastime work. Some paper work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4780973463019670839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4780973463019670839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4780973463019670839' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1794048113618444999</id><published>2007-06-14T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:20:45.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Littlest Things That Make Me SmileAnother egg shell in the omelet of life:UA : Want to go makan now anot?MC: don’t want la. Lunch laUA: lunch cannot go out too far. Wait must come back officeMC: then u take half day leave la.UA: for wat?MC: then when you wanna come back office what time also can what.FTD: LOLMC: Correct what. You take leave, I acknowledge, then you can come back office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1794048113618444999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1794048113618444999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1794048113618444999' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RnD6XD5JH2I/AAAAAAAAACw/6kPe3wKONx8/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-803023057841852058</id><published>2007-06-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:37:10.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Mom'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday MomHmm, I wonder why my notebook is running faster then usual. Perhaps it was the clearing of bugs that solved the problem. And I am glad that I did clear the cache of rubbish bugs.Anyway, last night was great, and today, is my mom’s birthday!HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!I do not ever think I called you that before, but oh well, today, it shall be an exception.Wonder should I get flowers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/803023057841852058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/803023057841852058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#803023057841852058' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2904013359564535090</id><published>2007-06-12T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:00:28.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Royal GoldI cut my hair! And I am proud of it! But my laptop, it is acting up strangely today. Wonder what is happening to it. Do not tell me I need to go and fix it up again. If that is the case, then it is rather f up.Firstly, I do not know how come it can start up so slowly, when it is suppose to start up in less than 2 minutes. Now, I have to go to the toilet and come back, and it just loaded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2904013359564535090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2904013359564535090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2904013359564535090' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3566785632425590161</id><published>2007-06-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:34:08.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vat Vee Vish...Pictures did not fully upload or something.. Here's Part 2.=D    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3566785632425590161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3566785632425590161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3566785632425590161' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RmzCrj5JHyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cuvcRK0G8aI/s72-c/Photo0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4409028353759838134</id><published>2007-06-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:31:32.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Now, I am at the other department, and they made me feel like home. But I guess I do not want to decorate my new workstation. Too much of a hustle if I am going over to PNA later.Alright, now that I have my tasks and all the relevant stuff ready, I can start to work. but I feel that I will take only a short while before the day is over, so I shall take my time to complete it. Shall dilly dally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4409028353759838134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4409028353759838134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4409028353759838134' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RmzCEj5JHuI/AAAAAAAAABw/FzQBvDaGxLs/s72-c/Photo0215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6950753739926252611</id><published>2007-06-06T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:17:11.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Oh man, the cold hard truth of life is about to resurface again.My darling is downstairs, and I am up. I want to go and accompany her study and ignore all my work, but apparently, I cannot abandon my job. Well, of course I cannot do that. What a ridicules thing to think of in the first place.Another fact of life, SAVA is taken off our calendar this time round. Crap, why must it be taken off? I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6950753739926252611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6950753739926252611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6950753739926252611' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RmZ7lT5JHsI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZcX9OyurpU4/s72-c/Photo0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1534695217290297781</id><published>2007-06-05T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:34:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JB = Jelly Beans, StupidAlright, today is going to be a little rough. I just finish with my DVDs, and now, I am waiting for Kyee Myint to hand me some stuff so I can do. Oh, and by the way, he has taken AM leave. Oh brother.So cool, just the other, I had a meeting with my MD and the manager of MID, the coffee lady brought in my cup! I do not know, but I feel a sense of belonging here, and people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1534695217290297781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1534695217290297781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1534695217290297781' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-8430297320786029767</id><published>2007-06-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:09:34.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZOMG'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zee Oh Mi GwadYup, that was basically it.And dear, your cell phone’s screwy, my apple juice became beer. Think it fermented till alcohol. Wow, I have my own brewery at my table. Sometimes, it surprises even me to know what NOL can do to you. =)Well, today is a new day, and I hope it is all good.It is raining down here; pouring heavily. And visibility is reduced tremendously. When I was on my way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8430297320786029767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/8430297320786029767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#8430297320786029767' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6364212706088472793</id><published>2007-05-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:57:28.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShrekThanks Darling. You're the best</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6364212706088472793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6364212706088472793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6364212706088472793' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/Rlvc5437g3I/AAAAAAAAABY/IcRlThHT530/s72-c/Photo0152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6418967472438591186</id><published>2007-05-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:56:12.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboo'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well yah, it was a great weekend. Especially when it was closer towards the weekday.But now, Monday is here, and damn, I have loads of work to do.Anyway, Saturday’s rowing was madness. We had to row in the hot sun, and training was really, how would I say, training. It was good, and it was all in the mind. If we do not feel tired after training, then that was not training.We were made to pace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6418967472438591186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6418967472438591186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6418967472438591186' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2176816294311616932</id><published>2007-05-25T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:50:36.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ford Does Not Do Video Editing Anymore! [ Piff ]I just cannot believe it. So many things are happening without me, and this is very tragic. Very tragic indeed.Today is EAT WITH YOUR FAMILY DAY! And guess what, I am having dinner with my friends. Not that they are not family to me, but just that, I have to wait an hour and a half for their arrival!I end at 1700hrs today, and will be meeting them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2176816294311616932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2176816294311616932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2176816294311616932' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-140540736673813140</id><published>2007-05-24T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T02:29:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I Forget =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/140540736673813140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/140540736673813140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#140540736673813140' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RlVa-437g2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/pwPR2Cbm0I4/s72-c/Photo0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-756660999269421204</id><published>2007-05-24T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:50:41.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Well, last night, I had my dinner down at Sentosa. Try beating this, having a dinner down at Sentosa Golf Club, with the leading liner of the world; NOL, and partner APL. Now cheers to us, and let our other competitors eat dirt.We had loads of fun last night. Drank quite a bit, talked quite a lot, and had loads of fun. Bingo was classic, and photo taking was outrageous. We made a lot of noise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/756660999269421204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/756660999269421204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#756660999269421204' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RlVR3o37g0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/YN_ExpVbSPg/s72-c/Photo0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7905551161809957200</id><published>2007-05-23T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:18:28.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Butterflies'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn it, I thought I could go home and play with my game, but it seems like the router got fried or something. Need to replace it but when? I hope I could get it done over the weekend.Or I would travel down to her place. I know down at her place I can use it, just a matter of how lag it would be.It is pouring here, and my coffee lady just says it is a mere light drizzle. Hello! Earth to Ah Show, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7905551161809957200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7905551161809957200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7905551161809957200' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-153465374545048841</id><published>2007-05-22T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:35:54.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingénue'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ingénue - the part of an artless, innocent, unworldly girl or young woman, especially represented by an actress on stage.I feel like a much better person after seeing that I am at least more important. Ok well, not really more important, but at least I know that I am worthy to you. You know what I mean?Really, it is beautiful to find romance on your menu, but sometimes, the cook just screw the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/153465374545048841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/153465374545048841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#153465374545048841' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3092968587527636818</id><published>2007-05-22T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:29:16.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                         The Apple that drew the crowd...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3092968587527636818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3092968587527636818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3092968587527636818' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</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/_IWyx9Z7KbWk/RlKp3I37gzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g5gZtXDX8Ko/s72-c/Photo0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7206363198612404690</id><published>2007-05-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:44:08.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Someone Once Told Me The Grass Is Much Greener.. On The Other Side...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so matured in this company though I am only an intern. I know almost everyone, talked to everyone before, and they have accepted me.Just today, 3 new employees joined the company. They are here to work and replace some older employees that have left. They looked like me when I first joined NSSPL nearly 3 months ago.They were quiet and timid. I know, I cannot blame them. I would feel the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7206363198612404690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7206363198612404690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7206363198612404690' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-1494228795456730226</id><published>2007-05-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:46:11.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Count Down...Last night, I wonder why you were so sad. Though I know the answer, but I just cannot comprehend it. I do not know, all I know, is that I love you, and do not be sad, I am not dead yet.Anyway, I have successfully changed my department. I just cannot wait to get home and try out some new stuff I got over the weekend. Just afraid that I might not be able to catch enough rest. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1494228795456730226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/1494228795456730226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#1494228795456730226' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5629511770135690133</id><published>2007-05-20T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:05:40.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wanna Wake Up.. With You...I wonder if bloger is working at my work place, but either way, I know I will be in for it tomorrow. The movie is not up to standard anyway. But who really gives a damn. I am really tired of the movie. It is pissing me off.MPD is making me construct a data base of their seafarers. Very taxing, and time consuming, but the question is, how much do I get to learn?Anyway,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5629511770135690133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5629511770135690133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5629511770135690133' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3874364058314858333</id><published>2007-05-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:22:02.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May is the Second month.And I am so glad that I managed to spend so much time with you today. Though I feel a little guilty that you cannot study at all. Hope you do well, really, I hope you really do well.We had so much fun spending time, and making the cake. Who ever said baking was easy. It is not. Especially with all their terminology kicking in.Oh, and we rowed a lot today. Well, not really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3874364058314858333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3874364058314858333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3874364058314858333' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-681365734328789236</id><published>2007-05-18T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:14:57.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Hail The Great Ford - BNWWhat a lovely day to take a nap. Look at the rain! All it does is patter on the window panes, making that rhythmic tune, making me fall to back into my slumber. But I have to endure, and watch the day waste pass me. I am making the best of my time here. I did some work, and realize that I am supposed to be transferred to another department. But somehow, I do not think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/681365734328789236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/681365734328789236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#681365734328789236' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-4621521660651330626</id><published>2007-05-18T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:14:12.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shi ToThe weekend past, and God, I think my body is destroyed. Yesterday’s training was hard, but it was all good. And I think our team; we are just not into competition mode yet. We have to endure guys! Get into the urge of wining the other teams! Beat them flat in the ground!We make the waves, and others just merely ride on them.And to make matters worse, Captain railed at us. I know how he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4621521660651330626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/4621521660651330626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#4621521660651330626' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3098171712073970168</id><published>2007-05-04T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:54:19.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn Thing Is DownFinally, I think it is working. After so long, this stupid thing is working. I do not know. I feel to start writing my thoughts and everything on another place. It seems like with the stupid internet connection down and all, it will be nice to have a hardcopy at hand.But my handwriting is horrible. Guess I will have to start writing it neater.Anyway, these few days have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3098171712073970168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3098171712073970168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3098171712073970168' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5190481883171035378</id><published>2007-05-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:53:22.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn Thing Is DownFinally, I think it is working. After so long, this stupid thing is working. I do not know. I feel to start writing my thoughts and everything on another place. It seems like with the stupid internet connection down and all, it will be nice to have a hardcopy at hand.But my handwriting is horrible. Guess I will have to start writing it neater.Anyway, these few days have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5190481883171035378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5190481883171035378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5190481883171035378' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7234957636839367827</id><published>2007-04-29T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:18:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I Need You...I have finished my work for today. And now, I have pretty much nothing to do. I feel to go and shit now; like a full tank in me.And it seems like a busy day today. The operation departments had their meeting this morning, and now, the meeting rooms seem to be all used up. Just for your information, we have 3 meeting rooms; 1 main meeting room, and 2 sub meeting rooms. 1 more is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7234957636839367827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7234957636839367827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7234957636839367827' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6835331340168682433</id><published>2007-04-10T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:40:54.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great LoverMy guess is today, I will be having a very productive day today. Not going to slack, or let my motivation down. Have to do my work with pride, dignity, and all sort of rubbish a good employee should have.And my sleepy bum head just woke up. Naughty girl, better get up and study alright?Everything seems to be going on in order; hopefully, I do not lose my drive.Oh, Ah- Shou is back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6835331340168682433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6835331340168682433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6835331340168682433' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5095550756324790900</id><published>2007-04-09T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:11:37.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lovely You...Pretty cool, I am doing my work at lightning speed, and it looks like I am hitting on well in the SQE Department. Captain said that I work fast. It is called, efficiency. Damn, look at me gleaming all at myself right now.I will not be able to see you till like, in 3 days time. You need to study, and I am going to make you study. Study hard alright darling!Alright, I am done for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5095550756324790900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5095550756324790900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5095550756324790900' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5185634273601118306</id><published>2007-03-29T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:48:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HugsYou know, typing this in the office is like a log book to me. Last night, things went nasty for a bit, and I am glad that it all simmered down to nothing. Thanks darling for understanding.And this log book made me see what exactly went wrong. Nothing actually, just was moody after work.Have lessons after work later, and I think I will be very tired today. After work, lessons, and then, a good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5185634273601118306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5185634273601118306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5185634273601118306' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7916360467843096534</id><published>2007-03-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T06:29:07.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes.....Alright, I am now at work, just trying to warm myself up before I get ready for the real world. Guess I can handle anything the company throws at me.My darling is so cute, so adorable, and so loveable. I just feel so happy to be with her, even over the line. Weird how I feel for her, and even more, weird how she feels for me.This Lenten season is coming close to an end. Seems like this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7916360467843096534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7916360467843096534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7916360467843096534' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-2770168439269926539</id><published>2007-03-27T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:01:40.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morning's GloryMy work is piling, but I guess I should do them a little slower. Not that I am lazy, but I feel bad when I finish my work, and ask for more work.You must be thinking, what kind of work this intern has. Many interns would answer, photocopying stuff, shredding paper, faxing or laminating. Sort of like some cheap labor for paper work. But hell no, we have our own paper boy.Right now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2770168439269926539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/2770168439269926539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#2770168439269926539' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-541409274786864706</id><published>2007-03-26T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:15:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl You're My Angel In another department now, and there are loads for me to do. Doing it real fast, but I need a beak, so yah, thought I would write something in here for the time being.My eyes are getting droopy, and I urge to get something for myself. Pamper myself.But I have something money cannot buy; you, and I am happy enough.Alright, off to check more documents!And now, I am experiencing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/541409274786864706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/541409274786864706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#541409274786864706' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-3244642619414994492</id><published>2007-03-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:44:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darling...This week seems to be the best week after so many years of my life.Upon the closure of the week, Friday, I had to rush a little before I start to do work Over Time. Thank God I need not work over time. Was to meet you, so I shall not waste time in the office.Thought I could run away earlier, but Capt. YKK brought me around and do some socializing. Boss called it our department lunch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3244642619414994492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/3244642619414994492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#3244642619414994492' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-7048974254000672191</id><published>2007-03-09T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:29:07.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday.Damn, I’m back in the office, and not doing anything. Just sent my stuff over to the technical department to get the photos I have taken on board the ship for my report. Least I can have some time to compose myself before I start the day. Think I will be doing my work at 0900hrs, and that would be 8 minutes from now.I want to be at home rest, and sleeping, and not here working my butt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7048974254000672191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/7048974254000672191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#7048974254000672191' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5934806511631253038</id><published>2007-03-05T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:07:16.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prodigal Son Luke 15:11-32I am making some time, and half an hour is all I am giving myself. And they say attachment is boring. To those who say that it is slack and boring, perhaps you were lucky to get the company. To those who think you are doing a lot of work, do not complain.Busy business means business is good, and good business is a good sign.I myself have been very busy this week. Loads </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5934806511631253038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5934806511631253038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5934806511631253038' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-5585719715738795925</id><published>2007-02-24T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:18:54.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Thinking Of You, and I'm Thinking Of You...My eyes can no longer open, but endurance is everything. These few days, I have been pushing myself to the limits, but I know it is all for a good cost.Towards the weekends, my schedule is usually occupied with things I love to do, but somehow, I wish there were lesser good things to do. But these are the days that I can do them. The other days, I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5585719715738795925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/5585719715738795925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#5585719715738795925' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596927.post-6623724816762114648</id><published>2007-02-20T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T04:11:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year of the OinkAwesome seems like a pretty cool word to describe myself right now. The Chinese New Year seems to be moving pretty alright. Had a few squabble with my folks, but I guess it is just part and parcel of my family members. I went visiting on the first day. Went over to my maternal grandmother place; we had loads of food, and 2 pot of curry. One, made by my grandmother, the other, by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6623724816762114648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596927/posts/default/6623724816762114648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iron-squid.blogspot.com/index.html#6623724816762114648' title=''/><author><name>Clifford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00855269199546297855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
