<?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-22669916</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:05:35.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee in a soda bottle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22669916.post-662436248487686841</id><published>2007-01-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:37:37.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ends here.</title><content type='html'>Now, go &lt;a href="http://jo-ke.blogspot.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-662436248487686841?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/662436248487686841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/662436248487686841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-ends-here.html' title='This ends here.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116949286409786752</id><published>2007-01-23T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:14:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than the last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Lots of photos. So be patient while they load.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates: 19012007 &amp; 20012007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: Hung Hom Stadium, Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;What: HOCC Live in Unity 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who didn't catch her two 'extra' shows, all I can say is that you totally missed out! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger. Better. Noisier. More skin. More glitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a time it was. What a party it was. Congratulations HOCC. It was a damn f@^$#%@# AMAZING SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/434064/IMG_2750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/967285/IMG_2750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/143930/IMG_3842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/74525/IMG_3842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/990221/IMG_3872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/696314/IMG_3872.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/139045/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/879235/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/341124/IMG_3890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/294303/IMG_3890.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/167405/IMG_2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/328031/IMG_2800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/195011/IMG_2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/62510/IMG_2820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/271637/IMG_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/543256/IMG_2904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMO+HOCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/517452/IMG_2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/670012/IMG_2773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/138906/IMG_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/710717/IMG_2768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/944503/IMG_2777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/49511/IMG_2777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/202084/IMG_3925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/367505/IMG_3925.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veegay. As cool as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/330124/IMG_2774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/398439/IMG_2774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/167530/IMG_2782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/780900/IMG_2782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red hot barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/278771/IMG_2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/974992/IMG_2981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/694452/IMG_3968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/690508/IMG_3968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/396270/IMG_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/791926/IMG_3996.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/480937/IMG_3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/160516/IMG_3079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCC &amp; her acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/234192/IMG_3141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/768331/IMG_3141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/269724/IMG_4070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/151217/IMG_4070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/887820/IMG_4153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/369563/IMG_4153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/320373/IMG_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/719971/IMG_4151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/287569/IMG_4168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/376132/IMG_4168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/319361/IMG_4174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/377907/IMG_4174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bits. Glitter. Glamour. Skin. And disco ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/784045/IMG_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/323170/IMG_3228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/484721/IMG_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/212941/IMG_3232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/191717/IMG_3249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/390255/IMG_3249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/271092/IMG_3236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/252064/IMG_3236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/968312/IMG_3257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/310573/IMG_3257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/442214/IMG_3306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/798745/IMG_3306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/935870/IMG_3309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/389344/IMG_3309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/162962/IMG_3321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/635409/IMG_3321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/19196/IMG_3323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/473692/IMG_3323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/67183/IMG_4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/994925/IMG_4130.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/651124/IMG_4137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/194656/IMG_4137.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/63728/IMG_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/399675/IMG_4140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/624367/IMG_3492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/753239/IMG_3492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/77286/IMG_3507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/149163/IMG_3507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/572566/IMG_3509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/348560/IMG_3509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/394786/IMG_3511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/991693/IMG_3511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/185512/IMG_3547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/347286/IMG_3547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/462957/IMG_3549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/828478/IMG_3549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/315881/IMG_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/208206/IMG_3550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/666383/IMG_3556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/680151/IMG_3556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/669012/IMG_3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/318570/IMG_3557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/909738/IMG_3558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/355679/IMG_3558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric. Hot! Hot! Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/823665/IMG_3663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/104797/IMG_3663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/956378/IMG_3669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/80767/IMG_3669.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/207901/IMG_3692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/515357/IMG_3692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/344924/IMG_3701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/367522/IMG_3701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/68701/IMG_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/319669/IMG_3799.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/742873/IMG_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/709178/IMG_3706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/404082/IMG_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/963576/IMG_3821.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/806719/IMG_3822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/83744/IMG_3822.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/57251/IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/726054/IMG_4258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/656379/IMG_4264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/944178/IMG_4264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/440496/IMG_4284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/507289/IMG_4284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/216810/IMG_4285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/355545/IMG_4285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/435106/IMG_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/365719/IMG_4268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/521466/IMG_4277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/485143/IMG_4277.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot AT17's Ellen &amp; Eman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/23108/IMG_3761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/766178/IMG_3761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/796660/IMG_3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/375316/IMG_3763.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/550424/IMG_3764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/448366/IMG_3764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special guest: Francis Yip by HOCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/247561/IMG_4315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/723944/IMG_4315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/739436/IMG_4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/181126/IMG_4314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/179146/IMG_4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/297188/IMG_4365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/620661/IMG_4374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/873147/IMG_4374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolving Shampoo with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/786112/IMG_4391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/802086/IMG_4391.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/141623/IMG_4401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/379486/IMG_4401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/31061/IMG_4407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/164021/IMG_4407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/223131/IMG_4418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/443042/IMG_4418.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCC conducting the school anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/236885/IMG_4523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/55630/IMG_4523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/676384/IMG_4522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/446190/IMG_4522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/52415/IMG_4529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/952918/IMG_4529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/937968/IMG_4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/388430/IMG_4521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye &amp; thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/434280/IMG_4534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/548665/IMG_4534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/311437/IMG_4542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/200/925917/IMG_4542.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116949286409786752?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116949286409786752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116949286409786752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-than-last.html' title='Better than the last.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116882949045100200</id><published>2007-01-15T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:51:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on life, the universe and everything else</title><content type='html'>Been a long while since I posted anything here. Would like to say I've been really busy and had no time, but in reality, I was just plain LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots have happened. Lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I never imagined would have happened. But they did and sometimes I feel like I'm living a dream. Now...there's this other dream that I would really want to live out...which, yes Rebecca, I am working towards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to Hong Kong again in 3 days. For hocc's concert part deux! If only I could have taken the whole month off, I could have been in Japan and Hong Kong, having a free holiday and catching all those At17 and hocc award shows and concerts! Unfortunately I couldn't. Oh well. But I'm so psyched about this HK trip (when am I not ever?) I'm psyched about anything that doesn't involve me having to work (haha!) But really, I'm looking forward to the concert again, and I'm really looking forward to catching up with a certain somebody whom I haven't seen for almost 2 weeks (though it seems so much much much longer than that). No more going away for so long to a beautiful country for work, do you hear me?! Unless of course, you take me along with you (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The boss just came in. I need to write some TV scripts now. Doesn't help when I have no idea what to write and my partner is on sick leave! Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116882949045100200?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116882949045100200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116882949045100200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-on-life-universe-and-everything.html' title='Update on life, the universe and everything else'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116542925470185415</id><published>2006-12-07T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:09:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's still on my playlist?</title><content type='html'>The year's almost out. So what am I still listening to? Some of the songs this year have lasted on my playlist, some have not. These are the ones that have weathered the year with me and will probably continue to do so till year's end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜半敲門 - hocc&lt;br /&gt;圓滿 - hocc&lt;br /&gt;光明会 - hocc&lt;br /&gt;嘆息橋 - hocc&lt;br /&gt;亡命之徒 - kay tse&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Camping - chet lam&lt;br /&gt;滚 - edmond leung/miriam yeung&lt;br /&gt;决战二世祖 - justin lo&lt;br /&gt;Encore - softhard&lt;br /&gt;恢復自由 - wilfred lau&lt;br /&gt;死物它 - grace ip&lt;br /&gt;陳大文 - andy hui&lt;br /&gt;豬先生 - andy hui&lt;br /&gt;最佳损友 - eason chan&lt;br /&gt;大傻 - miriam yeung&lt;br /&gt;搖滾小學 - zarahn&lt;br /&gt;堂堂男人 - joey yung&lt;br /&gt;赤地雪 - joey yung&lt;br /&gt;九龍皇后 - hacken lee&lt;br /&gt;敢死隊 - leo ku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116542925470185415?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116542925470185415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116542925470185415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-still-on-my-playlist.html' title='What&apos;s still on my playlist?'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116533972557854165</id><published>2006-12-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:43:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies ahead</title><content type='html'>Exciting but scary times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩得好大。好好好好超大。&lt;br /&gt;不果如果真係做到，嘩！！！ 勁勁勁！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116533972557854165?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116533972557854165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116533972557854165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-lies-ahead.html' title='What lies ahead'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116514909191090611</id><published>2006-12-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:31:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a party!</title><content type='html'>Sandy Lam concert @ Arena of Stars.&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Hap'ning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/1600/610262/1202_201802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2932/95/400/558124/1202_201802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116514909191090611?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116514909191090611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116514909191090611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-party.html' title='What a party!'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116387026640291517</id><published>2006-11-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:17:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days 8 locations rush rush rush tour with hocc</title><content type='html'>Don't jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/tee%20cap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/tee%20cap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116387026640291517?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116387026640291517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116387026640291517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-days-8-locations-rush-rush-rush-tour.html' title='7 days 8 locations rush rush rush tour with hocc'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116122987166345051</id><published>2006-10-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:59:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motominging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/pic_feedback_motoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/pic_feedback_motoming.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我買jor.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm damn broke now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116122987166345051?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116122987166345051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116122987166345051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/motominging.html' title='Motominging'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116104884517603059</id><published>2006-10-17T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:36:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>唔够瞓</title><content type='html'>跳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神早八早比人吵醒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;georgie我發夢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116104884517603059?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116104884517603059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116104884517603059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_17.html' title='唔够瞓'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116102215414372889</id><published>2006-10-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T02:40:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>尋求快樂</title><content type='html'>十月九日開始不停過到現在為什麼?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很傷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不過很高興。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家一起happy jeh。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116102215414372889?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116102215414372889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116102215414372889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='尋求快樂'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-116082384969502912</id><published>2006-10-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:10:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want.</title><content type='html'>CD/DVD purchase list for HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/hochiu-hell%20kitchen.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/hochiu-hell%20kitchen.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hochiu - hell's kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/12A-endychow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/12A-endychow.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endy chow/zarahn - 12A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/andyhui-inthenameof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/andyhui-inthenameof.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy hui - in the name of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/singsingsing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/singsingsing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at17 - sing sing sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/shirleykwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/shirleykwan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirley kwan - shirley kwan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/kary-withaboylikeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/kary-withaboylikeu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kary ng - with a boy like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/sandy-hkpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/sandy-hkpo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy x anthony - HKPO live 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/sandy-live2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/sandy-live2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy lam - live in concert 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/anthony-listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/anthony-listen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anthony lun - listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-116082384969502912?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116082384969502912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/116082384969502912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want.html' title='I want.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115975953380556268</id><published>2006-10-02T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:46:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanglung big eat gathering</title><content type='html'>Last night we celebrated mid-autumn with a big eat-out/in (however you see it). And along with us humans, there were 7 schnauzers, 1 mongrel and 1 persian which joined in our partying...not counting our fake animal tanglungs, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/01-10-06_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/01-10-06_2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/01-10-06_2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/01-10-06_2016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/01-10-06_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/01-10-06_2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/01-10-06_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/01-10-06_2127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is mid-autumn really? I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And i 'catnapped' bambam home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/26-09-06_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/26-09-06_1536.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. photos were taken with my V3x. Not bad hor? Take photo with phone cam also quite pro. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115975953380556268?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115975953380556268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115975953380556268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/tanglung-big-eat-gathering.html' title='Tanglung big eat gathering'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115967501636613855</id><published>2006-10-01T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:56:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Asian divas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/fame02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/fame02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them all together and their ages total close to 200 but they brought the house down last night with their vocal powers and performances. Even the aunties and uncles sitting beside us were on their feet dancing and partying away with the four of them at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 85-pound lighter Maria Cordero looking resplendent in a tight black dress. &lt;br /&gt;The playful, funny and flamboyant Anita Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;The sprightly, chic and full of energy Elisa Chan.&lt;br /&gt;The towering, sophisticated and regal Francis Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 amazing women. 4 amazing divas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. Can't help but plug their next show. They'll be back for another concert on 23 December. Go book your ticket now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genting.com.my/en/live_ent/2006/divaxmas/default.htm" target="_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/divas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115967501636613855?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115967501636613855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115967501636613855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-asian-divas.html' title='4 Asian divas'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115922202664413029</id><published>2006-09-26T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:18:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat. Drink. Sleep. Shop. Be merry.</title><content type='html'>5 days of decadence and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;*contented sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/252701644_c9b55edb96_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/81/252703583_fd2cfdf7af_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/101/252702075_eb01a162b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/252704324_381398c7dc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/252704875_511922b45e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/252713460_80bb4b98c5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/120/252723674_9293b5f5b5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/252727676_99285cb8a0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gluttony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/120/252681293_71ab9b2038_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/252728137_e42e41bc32_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/98/252701259_14e694852f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/252702818_1d2b9c9dc1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/252714135_c9683e0923_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/252714814_f82e64262a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/109/252716955_cafa0d316d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/252718163_6f886fc6c7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/252718989_e330375635_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/80/252740419_95dfdc3ad0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/252722983_13b11cf637_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/94/252722425_5686dd1e2a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/252755397_8e55f6cf47_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/252681289_995d83a880_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/88/252681296_a0cd2068a4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/252755401_6b47869d7c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/252697049_fdacb21ee9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/252700865_9d57f8e0aa_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/252719427_906aa0efcc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/252721956_e8e7f820d4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0762.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0762.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115922202664413029?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115922202664413029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115922202664413029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/eat-drink-sleep-shop-be-merry.html' title='Eat. Drink. Sleep. Shop. Be merry.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115921086561388118</id><published>2006-09-25T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:10:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't say that!</title><content type='html'>The written word is a powerful weapon. It can make or break one. It can make one look stupid or put one on a pedestal. The writer writes, the editor edits. And together they come up with a wonderful piece of 'story' - a well written prose, an exceptional work of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know how celebrities feel when they read about themselves and how words they say are totally distorted and taken out of context. A simple "I love to chill out at a bar" becomes "I tend to be somewhat of an alcoholic" when it comes out in print. I suppose what was truly said wasn't as 'newsworthy', so writers/editors embellish and stretch the truths. After all, they have a responsibility to readers to make the reading material as interesting as possible, right? Who needs scruples nowadays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115921086561388118?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115921086561388118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115921086561388118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-didnt-say-that.html' title='I didn&apos;t say that!'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115851618446998505</id><published>2006-09-18T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:03:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggone it!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch a dog grooming competition over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0418.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0440.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115851618446998505?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115851618446998505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115851618446998505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/doggone-it_18.html' title='Doggone it!'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115829905662053684</id><published>2006-09-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:46:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superjoke</title><content type='html'>Legally not allowed to use Supernova, they would need to rename themselves. Here are a few suggestions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergeriatics&lt;br /&gt;Superposers&lt;br /&gt;Superrockwannabes&lt;br /&gt;Supersad&lt;br /&gt;Superhasbeens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115829905662053684?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115829905662053684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115829905662053684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/superjoke.html' title='Superjoke'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115825540382123327</id><published>2006-09-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:49:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lukas Rotten</title><content type='html'>How many of you agree with me that Supernova made a crap decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. Half the time I can't hear what the hell this guy is singing! I bet you the reason they didn't choose Dilana was because she's a woman. And those MCPs can't have a woman fronting them, can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Dilana! You don't need those Supergeriatics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115825540382123327?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115825540382123327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115825540382123327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/lukas-rotten.html' title='Lukas Rotten'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115825092929687390</id><published>2006-09-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:22:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lava madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/lava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/lava.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115825092929687390?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115825092929687390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115825092929687390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/lava-madness.html' title='Lava madness'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115820499928704828</id><published>2006-09-14T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:36:39.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week I'm off to Bali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again? What do u mean, again? The last time I was there was a year ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115820499928704828?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115820499928704828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115820499928704828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/6-days-and-counting.html' title='6 days and counting...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115780251758952569</id><published>2006-09-09T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:48:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles and...</title><content type='html'>Yes, Bam Bam.&lt;br /&gt;The new love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he sooooo cute?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after an exhausting day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115780251758952569?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115780251758952569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115780251758952569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/pebbles-and.html' title='Pebbles and...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115760088215845120</id><published>2006-09-07T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:48:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe pro</title><content type='html'>With my new Canon Ixus 800is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/nighttwins.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/nighttwins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shaky, blurry pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pro now! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115760088215845120?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115760088215845120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115760088215845120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/wannabe-pro.html' title='Wannabe pro'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115746925283354035</id><published>2006-09-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:14:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and spent money i did</title><content type='html'>Too sick to blog about it now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115746925283354035?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115746925283354035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115746925283354035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-spent-money-i-did.html' title='...and spent money i did'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115742762344363629</id><published>2006-09-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:40:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna spend money...again</title><content type='html'>After looking at the photos my old outdated camera took, I'm convinced I need to buy a new one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no clue what to get though... I want an ultra-compact one, small to fit into the pocket, but with a powerful lens and flash (ya ya, wishful thinking), oh and most important, it has to come with some sort of image stabiliser. After all, flash photography sucks, and you need damn steady hands without flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go shopping, wanna go shopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115742762344363629?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115742762344363629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115742762344363629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/wanna-spend-moneyagain.html' title='Wanna spend money...again'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115705252284575408</id><published>2006-09-01T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:25:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOCC in KL</title><content type='html'>Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night it was.&lt;br /&gt;Really people mountain people sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/pmps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/pmps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Rather scary.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So it was great that we were in the VIP area away from the massive crowd. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/hoccKLcountdownpass.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/hoccKLcountdownpass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Felt so special. Got 'Guest' pass too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from my camera suck so there are none for last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok. This is just how bad they suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/31-08-06_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/31-08-06_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/31-08-06_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/200/31-08-06_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today! &lt;br /&gt;The press conference!&lt;br /&gt;Ah C up close! &lt;br /&gt;*swooooon* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/hoccKLpresscon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/hoccKLpresscon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;My favourite photo taken with my oh-so-old-no-telescopic lens camera.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115705252284575408?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115705252284575408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115705252284575408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/09/hocc-in-kl.html' title='HOCC in KL'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115636072462960110</id><published>2006-08-24T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:21:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;First Softhard with a great comeback album.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I just heard Grace Ip's newest EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/cover.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/cover.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a sound. She can give hocc a run for her money, especially since ah c seems bent on trying to put the 'rock' behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Grace will continue with this sound (cos I think it suits her and we need more rocker chicks!) To think that she wasted all those years in EEG and them making her sing karaoke cantopop songs all that while. And then they froze her for going out with a guy. Yup - EEG, the then dark lords of the HK music industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 5 years she's been out of the scene as a result of the fall out with EEG. But now she's back. And what a way to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死物它MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DgE6DmlFLk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DgE6DmlFLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;招搖MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zhnkt1qkh0w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zhnkt1qkh0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All songs written, arranged and produced by the ultra talented Eric Kwok (who happens to be her boyfriend.) Lyrics by Wyman and Lam Jik. Album published by Silly Thing. Which, isn't really 'silly' considering they're not one of those huge music conglomerates, which means Grace might have a say in what she wants to do instead of been dictated to do stuff she doesn't want to do. Let's hope so, and that she sticks to the band sound and rock, yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she reminds me of hocc in her earlier years - the hocc I dearly miss now. The raw sound, the rock attitude, the casual wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Grace! If HK listeners don't know how to appreciate your music, that's just because they're ignorant and have no taste. Get in there and kick some ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115636072462960110?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115636072462960110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115636072462960110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115618207157638813</id><published>2006-08-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:41:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist, lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/cover.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kevin Cheng - New + Best Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get why this guy crashed out of the music scene. I mean, he's good looking, tall, well-built, he's got a relatively 'nice' voice. Package-wise, he should have been quite a hit. Unfortunately, his songs are boring with a capital B - even the new ones. If this is his best selection, I fear to think how absolutely boring his albums might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/wilfred-allthebest.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wilfred Lau - All The Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more interesting than Kevin. I particularly like the first track (恢復自由). But if he's not careful, he'll fade into oblivion too like Kevin did. Wilfred needs a change. He needs a hit song to raise his profile again and he needs to get out of hocc's shadow. The doting crush was cute in the beginning but it's rather tiring now. Be a man, Wilfred! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/l_p1004470501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Softhard - Long Time No See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their comeback album. What can I say? They're still as enjoyable to listen to. The album has a more mature sound but that's only to be expected after so many years. In fact, I like this mature sound much, much better. Let's hope they're back to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/endygreenhouseballoon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/endylight.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/goozebumps/endydebutEP.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Endy Chow - Greenhouse Balloon/Light/Debut EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourites: 温室汽球 (Greenhouse Balloon), 大不了 (Greenhouse Balloon), 地下街 (Greenhouse Balloon), 食懵你 (Light), 東區酒廊 (Light), 極樂 (Light), 物极必反 (Debut EP), 逃避  (Debut EP), 14天 (Debut EP)   &lt;br /&gt;Endy rocks! That about says it all, I reckon. He should be bigger than he is. He should release more albums! He should be on Music is Live, jamming it up with hocc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115618207157638813?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115618207157638813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115618207157638813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/playlist-lately.html' title='Playlist, lately.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115609128979268152</id><published>2006-08-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:44:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/at17concert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/at17concert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Concert date - 30 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't their concert and hocc's be back to back - immediately one after the other - and by that i mean days. Geesh. One month apart. They think their overseas fans grow money on trees and can travel to HK once a month?! Ugh. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115609128979268152?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115609128979268152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115609128979268152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/ughhh.html' title='Ughhh...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115581282843834057</id><published>2006-08-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:07:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>Live in Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we all know what it means. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, we all know the myriad of things it implies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I can't help but feel, for a concert, it comes across as a tad too cheesy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115581282843834057?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115581282843834057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115581282843834057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115489164495032436</id><published>2006-08-07T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T03:21:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Me &amp; You</title><content type='html'>Another movie to add to my list of favourites. A romantic comedy which shows you that 'the path to true love isn't always straight'. Funny British production - love the English accent (even though I had to read the subtitles to actually understand what they were saying...) and I've always preferred the British sense of humour versus the slapstick-kind of the Americans. Lovely lovely, totally unrealistic movie (the end bit, that is - then again, we're all suckers for fairytale endings even though we hate to admit it.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New actress to look out for too. Lena Headey who plays Luce. At certain angles she reminds of Kiera Knightley. Yea...good enough reason to look out for, right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/luce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/luce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;So hot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/imaginemeandyou/" target="_blank"&gt;Imagine Me &amp; You&lt;/a&gt; reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/savingface/" target="_blank"&gt;Saving Face&lt;/a&gt; in many ways. Two hot girls. Comedy. Fairytale ending. Absolutely, delightfully entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115489164495032436?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115489164495032436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115489164495032436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/imagine-me-you.html' title='Imagine Me &amp; You'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115487973364172051</id><published>2006-08-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:53:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of goats and metal</title><content type='html'>Just watched Gol n Gincu the tv series. Couldn't help bursting out in laughter at their  little reference to the goats and black metal incident that happened a couple of months ago. Damn funny, man, listening to one of the 'fictional' characters relate what happened and why there were goats at the 'black metal' gig the police raided - so, so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115487973364172051?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115487973364172051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115487973364172051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-goats-and-metal.html' title='Of goats and metal'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115437362092373253</id><published>2006-08-01T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:21:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of neglect</title><content type='html'>I realised I haven't blogged in decades! (ok, so I exaggerate...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on contract the past one and a half months with another 2 weeks to go. The money will come handy since I'll be going on holiday to Bali as well as Hong Kong come end September and October. Yes, I am fretting cos the money I will be spending on these two holidays is stressing me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sort of wants to stay in a wonderful luxurious place but doesn't want to pay the price for it. So you can imagine the headache I got when trying to sort out accommodation in both places. At first Bali wasn't a huge problem in terms of prices but then suddenly one of my friends decides to budget her accommodation at a ridiculously low amount (well, ridiculously low in terms of the sort of accommodation we were looking at!) After much research and online bargaining (sometimes grovelling), we managed to get a place with a good location, had all the things we wanted and at a price which was well, about RM25 a day more than what said-friend budgeted for. Sat her down, showed her maps, showed her pictures of accommodation, listed out the inclusions and over a few beers, we managed to convince her. Phew! So Bali's settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, there's the Hong Kong headache to take care of. It doesn't help too that October is super peak period. All the hotel prices I've checked on the internet are sky rocket high - some at a 100% increase for the month of October! Again, I want a nice place but don't want to pay the price. Honestly, the price I'm willing to pay per night should get me a damn nice room in a pretty good 4-5 star hotel at any other time. But in October, I can only afford a 3-star with my budget! And I'm not willing to pay that amount of money for a 3-star when I know it's good for a 4-5 star! Ughh...the headache, the headache. Why does HOCC have to have her concert at that time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to leave accommodation in Hong Kong til later. I was told to wait til mid/end September. Oh well, nothing to lose I guess. The prices can't get any more expensive than what they are now. And if they do, well, I'll just cry, grit my teeth and have to come up with the ridiculous amount of money they're asking for. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go to bed now. Can't believe I just said I what I said in the line above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115437362092373253?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115437362092373253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115437362092373253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/08/state-of-neglect_01.html' title='State of neglect'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115362352735295559</id><published>2006-07-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:58:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a month</title><content type='html'>Feels like so much longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115362352735295559?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115362352735295559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115362352735295559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-month.html' title='It&apos;s been a month'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115273713892460300</id><published>2006-07-13T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:45:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from my new mobile phone</title><content type='html'>oh my god. this is so cool! why didn't i discover this earlier? amazing, the things u can do now. i feel so ancient!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115273713892460300?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115273713892460300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115273713892460300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogging-from-my-new-mobile-phone.html' title='Blogging from my new mobile phone'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115159638989056489</id><published>2006-06-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:53:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大個女</title><content type='html'>You know you're older when you start to like the things you used to think were 'aunty'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115159638989056489?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115159638989056489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115159638989056489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='大個女'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115142690393644828</id><published>2006-06-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:56:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold...so cold...</title><content type='html'>Freezing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many days now. Especially when I'm in the office. Even a jacket doesn't help. I literally watch my fingernails turn blue/purple. I don't care if I'm going to look like a fool, I need gloves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in my bedroom, door closed, no fan, no air, no wind, and I still feel cold! Brrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with me! I hope I'm not falling sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115142690393644828?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115142690393644828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115142690393644828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/coldso-cold.html' title='Cold...so cold...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115123493808414244</id><published>2006-06-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:28:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>Currently on my iTunes...So good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Momus&lt;/b&gt; - Dima the Kirgilyakh Mammoth, Erostratus, Homemade Soup, I Cat my Hair, Journey to the Centre of Me, Pierrot Lunaire, The Seventh Wife of henry VIII, Shaftesbury Avenue, Mistaken Memories of Medieval Manhattan, Pygmalism, The Lady of Shalott, Lo Sposerete, Beowulf, Electrosexual Sewing Machine, Old Friend New Flame, Walter Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kahimi Karie&lt;/b&gt; - I am a Kitten, Nikon 2, What are you Wearing, (We'll Go) Separate Ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Smittens&lt;/b&gt; - Stop the Bombs, Momus Where Are You, Doomed Lo-Fi and in Love, Good Migrations, Gin and Platonic, Twee Valley High, I Hate Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/b&gt; - Life is Wonderful, You and I Both, I'll Do Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/b&gt; - Better Together, Banana Pancakes, Constellations, People Watching, Dreams be Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cat Empire&lt;/b&gt; - The Wine Song, One Four Five, Nothing, All That Talking, No Sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Weepies&lt;/b&gt; - Gotta Have You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel Powter&lt;/b&gt; - Bad Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saving Jane&lt;/b&gt; - Girl Next Door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa Amorosi&lt;/b&gt; - Absolutely Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velvet Underground&lt;/b&gt; - I'm Sticking to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Polyphonic Spree&lt;/b&gt; - Wig in a Box, Hold Me Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/b&gt; - I Miss You When You're Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galactic Heroes&lt;/b&gt; - Coffee &amp; Pastries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115123493808414244?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115123493808414244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115123493808414244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/playlist.html' title='Playlist'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115108627866250521</id><published>2006-06-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:11:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date to remember</title><content type='html'>Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115108627866250521?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115108627866250521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115108627866250521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/date-to-remember.html' title='A date to remember'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115100196118753109</id><published>2006-06-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:46:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool things to put in your blog</title><content type='html'>...when you're too lazy to actually write a 'real' entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're called Blogthings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably done and posted some of them up before. But I can't remember. So, if you think some of them are familiar and you've seen them on my blog before, it means, yea, i have and i've forgotten. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama queen leh...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/black-comedy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A bit sor hai...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than quirky, you're downright strange.&lt;br /&gt;But you're also strangely compelling, like a cult leader.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little bit of an alcoholic too...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're A Passed Out Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/passed-out-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking gives you that warm fuzzy feeling, until you're thrown in the back of a police car...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet I am liked...i think...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Generosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/generosity.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a giving soul, and you'd do almost anything for those you love. And they'd do anything for you!&lt;br /&gt;People may envy how giving you are, but more than anything, they envy those you open your heart to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And since I was asked when watching X3: The Last Stand, which super power I'd like to have...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Iceman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/iceman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now that I am a superhero, I would need a name...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#31E4FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94F1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Cyber Fox&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Anger&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Vibro Wand&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Bullet Train&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun eh? But all good things eventually come to an end...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 61&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115100196118753109?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115100196118753109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115100196118753109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/cool-things-to-put-in-your-blog.html' title='Cool things to put in your blog'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115094545114448803</id><published>2006-06-22T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:04:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no patience with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere I go, there they are. This industry is just full of them! Really tells you something about the industry I work in, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;No need brains.&lt;br /&gt;No need to know anything.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a mouth which knows how to kiss ass and you'll go far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115094545114448803?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115094545114448803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115094545114448803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid people'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115074908965334062</id><published>2006-06-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T04:31:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>I know i shouldn't be blogging about this...but if i can't vent my feelings here, where the fuck am i suppose to vent them? Or maybe it's because subconsciously i'm hoping that you'll read this... not that i can dictate or control your decision at the end of the day... but...you know there are just come things i dunno how to bring up in your presence...and maybe this is the only place i know of to convey how i feel exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have drank. Really. It seems everytime i do, when the high wears off, the fall back down to reality just becomes ten times worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This is how it feels. To be bloody entrapped in that feeling of that dreaded four-letter word. A feeling that i'd been wary along all this while. A feeling that i had convinced myself that i'd never experience or would never let myself experience, whatever the reason. But am i really feeling that four-letter word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i dunno. But it helluva feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to be in so much pain almost all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm really really happy whenever i'm with you. i don't think i've ever been so comfortable with any other person before. At first, i had reservations because of the huge age gap...but...after getting to know you, after spending all that time with you, it just didn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things never really work out like you want them to, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not you not being here that i can't accept. It's...well, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ya sure, i know these things cannot be forced...but...where exactly do i stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are to me. But what am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's conveniently there? A...fuck buddy? Someone to just fill your time until you get who you really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound bitter? No. I'm just...sad, i guess. Not disappointed, not angry. Just sad. Maybe i am in that dreaded four-letter word after all. I understand now how some people find it so difficult to leave their abusive partners even though they're all battered and bruised. That four-letter word is probably the best and worst thing that could ever happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are probably some people who are laughing at me now and saying 'serves you right.' Ya. Serves me right. Whatever goes around comes around. And this time, it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if it's better not to know/to have known. You said you wanted me to know cos you didn't want to keep anything from me, you wanted to be fair and let me know what the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have walked away then. Any logically-minded person would have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i stepped right in. And now, i'm unable to let myself back out. Not because of your doing, but because i just can't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was a third party reading this, i'd be like, WTF?! Wake up and smell the roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know any relationship is based on trust. I want to believe everything you say to me/tell me. In fact, i do believe everything you say to/tell me. Your words of endearment warm my insides and make my heart skip each time. I don't doubt you don't mean them. OK...maybe i do, in a sense...because sometimes I wonder if you'll be telling/will tell the other person the same thing you're telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you found out how hurt i was, maybe you decided then to keep certain things from me. Some things are better not known than known. After all, the less i know, the less i'd hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it's also made me a terribly insecure person. Me. The me who has always prided herself as being in control now finds someone else holding the chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this relationship we have is called. You once said, we're more than friends. And that was it. More than friends. What the fuck does that mean? You also said you'd rather not commit to any relationship at the moment 'cos it won't be fair to me seeing how you'd hardly be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I mean, having an open, non-committed relationship should work damn well for me. After all, i've always had a phobia for commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why aren't i jumping with joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind and in my heart 24/7. I want you next to me. I don't want you to go away. I wanna do things with you. I want to hear your voice. I want to feel your embrace. Even if it's just for a moment. Actually, no. I lie. I want it all the time. I know you always try your best to accommodate. I just don't know when you'll stop and eventually leave me. I know you're only waiting for that someone else to say, yes. And when that happens, you'll go. As much as I don't want it to happen, I know that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it feels like. I never thought it would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you came and you showed me it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh...you're really fucked," said a friend when i told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this saying that if you love someone, you'll let them go. If they return, then it was meant to be. If they don't, then it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such irony. It just occured to me that the above saying could easily be applied to you and me as well as to you and the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know how i feel about you. I just want you to be happy. And safe. I'm sorry if i was such an aunt nag just now, but...well, i worry for your safety. It's just not right to be where you are now with hardly any appropriate security measures in place. Furthermore, your company prides itself as being bloody strict on security matters, so how could they ignore/not check such a basic thing?! It just makes me mad and frustrated that I can't do anything to fix that situation for you, even though i know you can handle it and take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even been 24 hours and already i miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115074908965334062?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115074908965334062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115074908965334062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115039935570006158</id><published>2006-06-16T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:22:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such dilemma</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong Coliseum's concert schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/15mo401.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/15mo401.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At17's concert in August. Hocc's concert in October. Me going to HK in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have no choice but to go to HK three times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a way to sort out the money problem...sigh...I guess i have to work a couple of weeks in August before the concert and again in September before the concert in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depressing. The having to work bit, i mean. Not the concerts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115039935570006158?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115039935570006158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115039935570006158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/such-dilemma.html' title='Such dilemma'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115033910318729584</id><published>2006-06-15T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:38:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the love</title><content type='html'>When your mother says, "Ya, you can go and die. Just don't do it in my car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115033910318729584?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115033910318729584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115033910318729584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the love'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115020744745264724</id><published>2006-06-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:44:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Really didn't expect you to call at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice and I went back to sleep happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115020744745264724?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115020744745264724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115020744745264724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/warm-fuzzy.html' title='Warm fuzzy'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-115012173312823535</id><published>2006-06-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:36:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Not. Cool.</title><content type='html'>Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knocks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo embarrassing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*digs a hole and buries self in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I want to say is that Eman is really hot and Ellen seems very friendly. Now, I hope they forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/P6110033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/P6110033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool. They are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fool. I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanna die...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-115012173312823535?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115012173312823535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/115012173312823535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-not-cool.html' title='So. Not. Cool.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114983122283846504</id><published>2006-06-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:33:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirious</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was a vampire contemplating suicide and murder of my dog which had been also turned into a vampire when suddenly, instead of morphing into a bat, my dog morphs into a guy...and I also had a gay best friend whom I try to talk into committing suicide with me but he refuses 'cos he just hit on a really hot lifeguard/waiter/busboy at the resort we were holidaying in and he wanted to get laid first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i died in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of riding off into the sunset like the heroes of old westerns, I drove off in a specially-modified-to-protect-me-from-the-sun car (very much like the cars Wolfram and Hart gave Angel in the final season).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114983122283846504?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114983122283846504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114983122283846504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/delirious.html' title='Delirious'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114978133151585009</id><published>2006-06-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:42:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care</title><content type='html'>Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114978133151585009?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114978133151585009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114978133151585009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-care.html' title='Take care'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114960823329693422</id><published>2006-06-06T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:38:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th day of the 6th month of the 6th year</title><content type='html'>So. The world didn't end today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of board shorts. Not that I wakeboard or waterski, I just liked it. Plus, it's pink with a flower on the left bum.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy a blue Superman tee with just the logo but they had everything but that.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in Starbucks. Talked and people-watched. Saw WOD from a distance and waved a hello.&lt;br /&gt;Caught 'The Omen' remake. Pretty disappointing. Not that I remember much of the original movie though.&lt;br /&gt;Had drinks after. And by drinks, I mean those of the alcoholic kind - what else? Oh. Had some snacks too.&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to my friends' place for dinner and to play with their doggy.&lt;br /&gt;Watched about 15 minutes of another horror movie before leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;Home now. And blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. The world didn't end today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114960823329693422?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114960823329693422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114960823329693422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/6th-day-of-6th-month-of-6th-year.html' title='The 6th day of the 6th month of the 6th year'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114944737982407310</id><published>2006-06-05T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:05:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at17 rare and special</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I am very very much in like with you&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it's enough 'cause it's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you treat my skin like porcelain,&lt;br /&gt;Rare and special porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know I know you know&lt;br /&gt;That this is not the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough what I'm giving to you, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough, isn't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;I read a book like you, it says for what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;People only really get what they deserve&lt;br /&gt;And I hear a voice cry out within&lt;br /&gt;Relax, enjoy the porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Treatment feels like liquid gold&lt;br /&gt;A treasured hand for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough what I'm giving to you, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough, isn't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain, porcelain&lt;br /&gt;You treat my skin like porcelain...&lt;br /&gt;In the big, big scheme of things&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the rare and special porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the joy, joy and the dis-at-ease&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a place for me...&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain, porcelain....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I should say I love you too&lt;br /&gt;If words are free, why can't I spare the best for you?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you treat my skin like porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Rare and special porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know I know you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm cracked from all of this living&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough what I'm giving to you, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough that I'm checking for you, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough that your kisses drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't it enough, isn't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain. Originally by Julia Fordham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of at17's entries at a music competition which first got them noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at17. The dynamic duo. The two E's - Eman Lam and Ellen Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character. Talent. Hot. And Cool. They're all that. And the best bit is you tend to relate to them - they're ordinary looking girls with talent, with tenacity and with the belief that music should be fun and from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guitar, a microphone and a stage. Like Chet, that's all they need to hold an audience captive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again like Chet, I'll be catching them live soon too! Oh my god. Three amazing performers in one day. No shade, no seat, standing all day, I hope I won't die of heatstroke or some other stroke! Even if i do, let me finish watching their performances first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet and at17 in Singapore. Soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Act. All. Cool. And. Nonchalant. When. In. Their. Presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114944737982407310?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114944737982407310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114944737982407310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/at17-rare-and-special.html' title='at17 rare and special'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114944531327210746</id><published>2006-06-05T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:21:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chet and Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;Paint your palette blue and gray&lt;br /&gt;Look out on a summer's day&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Shadows on the hills&lt;br /&gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils&lt;br /&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;br /&gt;In colors on the snowy linen land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen they did not know how&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze&lt;br /&gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue&lt;br /&gt;Colors changing hue&lt;br /&gt;Morning fields of amber grain&lt;br /&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain&lt;br /&gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen they did not know how&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you&lt;br /&gt;But still your love was true&lt;br /&gt;And when no hope was left inside&lt;br /&gt;On that starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;You took your life as lovers often do&lt;br /&gt;But I could have told you Vincent&lt;br /&gt;This world was never meant for one as&lt;br /&gt;beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;br /&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls&lt;br /&gt;Frameless heads on nameless walls&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Like the strangers that you've met&lt;br /&gt;The ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;br /&gt;A silver thorn on a bloody rose&lt;br /&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen they're not listening still&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent. Originally by Don McLean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song Chet could play and sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about his voice and singing that gives you a warm feeling all over. All he needs is to be on stage with only a guitar and a microphone, and he's got you captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be seeing him perform live soon! Oh boy. I think the feeling would be even much better if I was going to watch him with a loved one next to me. Because listening to Chet makes me just want to fall in love and stay in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114944531327210746?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114944531327210746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114944531327210746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/chet-and-vincent.html' title='Chet and Vincent'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114941140874615945</id><published>2006-06-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:56:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chet at17</title><content type='html'>I must be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down to singapore alone. &lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the concert alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm paying a crazy price for a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in that room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be mad to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a teenager. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114941140874615945?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114941140874615945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114941140874615945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/06/chet-at17.html' title='Chet at17'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114897786601128547</id><published>2006-05-30T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:31:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time can heal everything.</title><content type='html'>Ah C's latest blog post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;time can heal everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006/05/30 15:41:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次真真正正的感到自己做的一個決定是錯的，是什麼時候？&lt;br /&gt;大家的反應會是什麼？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一時間，後悔自責自怨自憐，但其實也幫不了多少。&lt;br /&gt;時間已經不會再重來，想把事件再演一次也是沒可能。&lt;br /&gt;與其說一百次一千次對不起，倒不如用行動來證明自己。&lt;br /&gt;做每一件事情都有後果要承擔，人越大越是這樣，越是不能再任性。&lt;br /&gt;既然逃不了，就要勇敢去面對。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;學乖了，將這個教訓緊緊的記住，讓眼光放前看，用盡全力將一切修好。&lt;br /&gt;有些事情也真的急不來，要慢慢地逐步走，默默地將一切重健起來。&lt;br /&gt;用一天時間修不好，給他兩天。&lt;br /&gt;若兩天也不夠，給他十天。&lt;br /&gt;十天不夠，一個月兩個月一年兩年，&lt;br /&gt;多難多艱苦也好，要堅守自己的信念。&lt;br /&gt;只要相信自己可以，便一定可以。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems as though she's talking to me. Although I know it's not. How thicked skin can I get? Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can time really heal everything? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with time, feelings wane...and we forget.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with time, things drag...and we hurt even more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with time, i can finally wake up...and let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114897786601128547?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114897786601128547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114897786601128547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-can-heal-everything.html' title='Time can heal everything.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114883616048397272</id><published>2006-05-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:15:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOCCool</title><content type='html'>My current desktop wallpaper: Her Royal Highness of Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/ourtime2ahc.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/ourtime2ahc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114883616048397272?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114883616048397272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114883616048397272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoccool.html' title='HOCCool'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114873338452555559</id><published>2006-05-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:46:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jam</title><content type='html'>Fuck you Bolly-bloody-wood.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you stupid government official.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you MP of this area.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money filled your pockets for you to allow this to happen, assholes?&lt;br /&gt;How could you allow our main access road to be closed from 5am to 6.30pm on a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Are we supposed to not go anywhere? It's the bloody weekend, shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, you didn't inform the people who would be affected the most. US! We who live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! You're going to do it again tomorrow. 5am - 6.30pm again, so that some idiots can dance around the poles on the highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much traffic we get here on a Sunday? And there's the day market as well. Obviously your pocket is so frickin' fat that you don't give a damn. Idiots. 80% of the residents here are foreigners. Ours is an international community. Congratulations. You've once again proven to the world what brainless pricks you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Bolly-bloody-wood idiots, may this movie that you're shooting become such a huge box-office flop that not only do you not make a cent out of it, you all become dead broke from it.&lt;br /&gt;To the stupid government official, may the bribes you got from all this give you the good life, let you eat all the rich food, give you high cholesterol and cause you a massive heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;To the MP of this area, may you lose so miserably in the next elections that all you want to do after that is kill youself out of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell hath no fury as that of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114873338452555559?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114873338452555559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114873338452555559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic jam'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114871102665084374</id><published>2006-05-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:32:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I guess it is possible after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain becomes so unbearable that after awhile, you suddenly don't feel it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114871102665084374?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114871102665084374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114871102665084374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114866761304645229</id><published>2006-05-27T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:20:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying not to think</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish I was a moron...so dumb that i don't know what's going on, so stupid that I'm oblivious to reality, so silly that just about everything makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114866761304645229?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866761304645229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866761304645229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-not-to-think.html' title='Trying not to think'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114866347251167567</id><published>2006-05-27T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:11:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing up</title><content type='html'>Burger in the sewer now.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i feel any better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114866347251167567?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866347251167567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866347251167567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/throwing-up.html' title='Throwing up'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114866316980723647</id><published>2006-05-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:06:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sick</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't have eaten that burger.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like vomitting now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114866316980723647?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866316980723647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114866316980723647'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114857942705521716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114857942705521716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114857297170019652</id><published>2006-05-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:02:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk away</title><content type='html'>It's so obvious. &lt;br /&gt;It's the only logical thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. need. to. walk. away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it all out. &lt;br /&gt;Chain and padlock it.&lt;br /&gt;So that it can't get inside me again.&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't be able to feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart just fucks you up all the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114857297170019652?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114857297170019652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114857297170019652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/walk-away.html' title='Walk away'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114854258565008969</id><published>2006-05-25T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:36:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>Is that what it feels like? Unable to breathe? As you try to hold on to something, you only succeed in going down even further. You wonder why you were so blind to not see how deep it was. You struggle for each breath but all you get is a searing pain that tears through your chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, i think my best friends would be a few bottles of whiskey and beer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114854258565008969?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114854258565008969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114854258565008969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114849050683612278</id><published>2006-05-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:55:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>For a wonderful day today.&lt;br /&gt;For letting me share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;For letting me be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's all i can ask for. I don't dare ask more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not mean much to you, but it means a lot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it could have been longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114849050683612278?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114849050683612278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114849050683612278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114840787050606669</id><published>2006-05-24T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:11:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>願我可以學會放低你</title><content type='html'>任我出去任我飛&lt;br /&gt;遊蕩兩日又重踏這地&lt;br /&gt;沒有牽掛就會死&lt;br /&gt;難道我靈魂被你收起&lt;br /&gt;自己都管不了自己&lt;br /&gt;太多錯誤經已因你起&lt;br /&gt;我都知 再找你&lt;br /&gt;連幸福都要放棄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你有多好&lt;br /&gt;到別處碰不到&lt;br /&gt;至令我重返這條路?&lt;br /&gt;臨近晚節不保&lt;br /&gt;卻行到這一步&lt;br /&gt;難道天空海濶再無芳草&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 願我可以學會放低你&lt;br /&gt;就讓我重頭來過物色新知己&lt;br /&gt;望著你的臉如山水一般優美&lt;br /&gt;要走的我 總企在原地&lt;br /&gt;願我可以絕到踢走你&lt;br /&gt;但是我如何能拒絕張開的臂&lt;br /&gt;自問我可以贏你&lt;br /&gt;但喜歡輸給你&lt;br /&gt;猶像你親於我自己&lt;br /&gt;我怎可以 一刀切下來 親手 傷你 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你有多好&lt;br /&gt;到別處碰不到&lt;br /&gt;美麗到危險的程度&lt;br /&gt;臨近晚節不保&lt;br /&gt;卻行到這一步&lt;br /&gt;沿路的山丘已化成焦土&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只可以 將心割下來 親手 給你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114840787050606669?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114840787050606669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114840787050606669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='願我可以學會放低你'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114839799110087519</id><published>2006-05-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:26:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions...</title><content type='html'>So many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many 'I don't knows....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we?&lt;br /&gt;Is there even a 'we'?&lt;br /&gt;What are you and her then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you did answer them. Maybe I'm just too dumb to understand the meaning of your words. I'm just so confused. And your  impending departure isn't making things any easier. I just realised that you will be gone in about 2 weeks. And i know this 2 weeks is just going to fly by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just so confused. I mean, why did you tell me so many things? How did you want me to think, to react? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had more time. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you didn't have to go, but we both know you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our timing just really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114839799110087519?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114839799110087519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114839799110087519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/questions.html' title='Questions...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114820789549968740</id><published>2006-05-21T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:57:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her time has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/normal_3609463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/normal_3609463.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a 'prophetic' album title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to say for sure, 'YES! Her time has really come', if she really thinks this will be the album that will make her queen this year, then I think she's being a bit presumptuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that the album is not good. It's just...a little disappointing. More like, disappointingly SHORT! It's been almost 10 months since her previous album and like  her legions of fans, I've been anticipating this new release. And finally, it's out. But. Yes, but! C'mon...an entire album with a playing time of about 37 minutes? What the...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are 10 tracks. But two of those are instrumental and another 2 are mandarin covers of her original songs. So, that leaves only 6 original pieces. Out of those 6, one was plugged at the end of last year, two were plugged a few months ago. Which leaves only three songs to 'surprise' us. Three songs. This isn't a full album. This is like an EP! How can one not be disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she makes up for it in her songs though. Thank goodness for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like the album (then again, I'm bias towards her.) Her title track actually reminds a bit of Madonna's latest 'disco' hit with the ABBA mix, and track 4 curiously reminds me of Anita Mui. Then of course there's the 'Brokeback' related track. There's really no point listing out my favourite tracks here 'cos I'll just list every single one out. Though for me, the one track that really captured me is track 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help feel that it's not enough (when is it ever enough?) It's like feeding a really hungry person just one piece of biscuit. I'm still hungry. We're still hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, oh C, when will you satisfy our hunger with an actual FULL album of TEN original tracks (no instrumentals, no mandarin covers!) Six songs is not going to relieve us of our withdrawals for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114820789549968740?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114820789549968740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114820789549968740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/her-time-has-come.html' title='Her time has come'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114801266571970905</id><published>2006-05-19T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:24:25.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY clothes stain remover</title><content type='html'>Two words:&lt;br /&gt;Bicarbonate soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's magic powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pink tee now doesn't have to end up as a tablecloth rag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic how I don't dare blog about the things I actually want to blog about for fear that it will be read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. And I'm alone as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114801266571970905?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114801266571970905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114801266571970905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/diy-clothes-stain-remover.html' title='DIY clothes stain remover'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114794161538720799</id><published>2006-05-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:40:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you know. You know I know.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some things just change overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Maybe not overnight. I've noticed it for awhile now. But the thing is, it just changed. Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because nothing happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, who am i to say that things cannot change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just...weird, i guess. It's like, suddenly there's this void, this quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i understand. i think. Why waste time if you feel it's not going anywhere, right? Maybe you found something or someone else to focus on. Something or someone who would bear better results - or even some sort of result. Might as well spend time elsewhere knowing that might maybe end up somewhere, right? Yea, i understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was a fool to not notice it earlier. Well, it's not that i didn't notice it...i guess i just wanted to ignore it. But after awhile, it gets harder and harder to ignore. The phone calls get fewer. The conversations much shorter. The SMSes less frequent. How much more obvious can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i make mine less too. Although it hasn't been easy. I pick up the phone and my thumb hovers over the call or SMS button each time. But that's all i let it do now. Just hover. There's nothing worst than a clinger. And i'm not going to be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the message that's being conveyed. Loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i totally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that i miss it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time my phone rings or buzzes, i wonder if it's from you. At times, I don't even dare to hope it's from you. So that if, in the rarity, it is from you, it gives me unexpected joy to know that you're still thinking of me even though i know it's much less now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114794161538720799?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114794161538720799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114794161538720799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-you-know-you-know-i-know.html' title='I know you know. You know I know.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114776599216786289</id><published>2006-05-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:55:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>When one thing goes wrong, every bloody thing seems to follow suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why i even bother to wake up in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114776599216786289?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114776599216786289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114776599216786289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114760354542213152</id><published>2006-05-14T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:45:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up</title><content type='html'>Stupid mac is really pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have this, don't have that, can't use this, can't use that, doesn't work with this, doesn't work with that. WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat my shit you idiots at Apple. You want to create/have a world-class machine, you make sure you have the fucking accessories to support it! Damn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114760354542213152?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114760354542213152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114760354542213152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/give-up.html' title='Give up'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114759070686893299</id><published>2006-05-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:11:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype hype</title><content type='html'>Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it taking me frickin' 4 hours to download your stupid program?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%@#$&amp;!%@#!^@#(!@#(*&amp;!(@#*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my patience has been virtually non-existent lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114759070686893299?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114759070686893299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114759070686893299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/skype-hype.html' title='Skype hype'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114745289861108735</id><published>2006-05-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:54:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affected</title><content type='html'>Why am i so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i could answer that, things would be so much clearer. But...if only, i could answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma really is biting back. Now i know how it feels. Bites are painful. Very. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet i still don't know what it is with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Must. Be. Really. Fucked. Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i guess i'm the game animal this time round. Snared. And then...sigh. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have a blocked nose. I can't believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for stressing you out by confiding in you. You probably won't want to speak to me for awhile 'cos i'm such a wreck of a person. I understand your difficulty. But I really appreciate you being there. Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114745289861108735?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114745289861108735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114745289861108735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/affected.html' title='Affected'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114743005944041882</id><published>2006-05-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:34:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, what a night</title><content type='html'>I got hit on last night. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually more bemused and a little weirded out rather than scared. Then again, why would I be scared? I know her. Well, sort of know her through friends. And my best friend's partner seemed to take it upon herself to 'protect' me from her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bemused 'cos it was obvious she was totally off her face and totally hitting on me. I think it's true what they say about how everything seems more beautiful when you're drunk. hahaha. Also, weirded out 'cos under normal circumstances, i don't think she would even give me a second look. One, she already has a girlfriend; and two, my ex is one of her 'brothers'. What really amused me too was that my best friend's partner kept 'butting' in. Ok, to her credit, she was being protective, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And to set the matter straight. I was sober. Very sober. Me = designated driver, so all i had was one very diluted whiskey and water the whole night. Ya, i can't believe it either. Me. Didn't drink. Go buy lottery now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, very drunken girl eventually went home. And so did we. And like normal, everybody just forgets what happened the night before. I mean, hey, if you can't blame the alcohol for giving you amnesia, what's the point of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was pretty surprised that she called today to apologize for her behaviour last night. I mean, most people would just feint memory loss and pretend last night never happened. Hahaha. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny i was flattered by the attention last night. 'Cos, it hardly (ok, more like, rarely) ever happens. Hahaha. So ya, It was all pretty fun, and i woke up this morning without a hangover. I can't say the same for the rest of them though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114743005944041882?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114743005944041882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114743005944041882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-what-night.html' title='oh, what a night'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114693123437679072</id><published>2006-05-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:00:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...it feels like karma has come back to bite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114693123437679072?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114693123437679072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114693123437679072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114675003422226664</id><published>2006-05-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:40:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-ed up day</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114675003422226664?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114675003422226664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114675003422226664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/f-ed-up-day.html' title='F-ed up day'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114673701210717115</id><published>2006-05-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:03:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are just no help</title><content type='html'>And it's sad to say that these some people are usually friends whom you think you can count on and will give you the appropriate advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought an external HD and casing today. Went home, plugged it into my mac and nothing appeared on my desktop. So the first person i could think of to call was of course my friend who sells mac and therefore should know a thing or two about the machines she sells (i would think that's only obvious.) Instead of giving me advice i can use, all she said was, well that's what happens when you buy an el-cheapo casing. I was like, hello, the casing cost me about rm200 and it comes with firewire too. She said, yes rm200 is el-cheapo. A good mac casing would cost me in the region of rm300. So go spend more money. What wonderful advice. Needless to say i got terribly irritated with her. OK, fine, i didn't buy the HD from you. But hello, you idiots don't sell casing, so why should i buy from you? And not only did you not give me any solution to my problem, you just added to it. Well, fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the shop I had bought the HD from. They went through the trouble of speaking with someone from a mac shop and guided me step by step through the process of installing and mounting my HD. And yes, it works perfectly fine and i can see it on my desktop now. This is what i call a solution. None of that oh too bad, who ask you to buy an el-cheapo one? Fucking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know better than to call her up from now on. Bloody pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bought a bluetooth dongle today too. And can you believe the stupid thing doesn't work with headsets! Arghhhhh! I have to return it. Arghhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent over rm600 today and it just hasn't been my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114673701210717115?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114673701210717115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114673701210717115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-people-are-just-no-help.html' title='Some people are just no help'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114667096832316998</id><published>2006-05-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:44:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd May</title><content type='html'>My, how time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month reminds me of hocc and WOD's birthdays. Neither of which i'll probably attend/celebrate. Can't believe it's been more than a year since i met WOD. Can't believe at that time we were in the same karaoke room celebrating her birthday. So many things have happened since then. So many things. And all that while, never once did we actually get close or hit it off. I guess you only knew me as so-and-so's friend. And you still do. Oh well. Happy Birthday and I wish you all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. What did I do all of 3rd May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Had brunch.&lt;br /&gt;Read papers.&lt;br /&gt;Snacked.&lt;br /&gt;Read book.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;Showered.&lt;br /&gt;Came online.&lt;br /&gt;Now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live such a terribly exciting life, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the closest thing to excitement is getting tagged and doing mindless  questionnaires like this one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. telephone operator&lt;br /&gt;2. account management&lt;br /&gt;3. producer&lt;br /&gt;4. copywriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four movies you would watch over &amp; over: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. battle royale&lt;br /&gt;2. justice, my foot&lt;br /&gt;3. saving face&lt;br /&gt;4. so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four places you have lived:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pj&lt;br /&gt;2. pantai hills&lt;br /&gt;3. melbourne&lt;br /&gt;4. damansara heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four tv shows that you love to watch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buffy the vampire slayer&lt;br /&gt;2. angel&lt;br /&gt;3. lost&lt;br /&gt;4. grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four places you have been on vacation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. harbin&lt;br /&gt;2. tokyo&lt;br /&gt;3. new york&lt;br /&gt;4. paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four websites i visit daily:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cheap plastic press&lt;br /&gt;2. artword addict&lt;br /&gt;3. goo blog&lt;br /&gt;4. hocc english forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four of my favourite foods:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. sushi&lt;br /&gt;2. soft chicken bone&lt;br /&gt;3. roti canai&lt;br /&gt;4. rojak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;four places i would rather be right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hong kong&lt;br /&gt;2. tokyo&lt;br /&gt;3. in hocc's arms&lt;br /&gt;4. in a ladies' bar surrounded by lots of hotties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. done. and i'm too lazy to tag anyone. if you wanna do, do la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114667096832316998?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114667096832316998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114667096832316998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/05/3rd-may.html' title='3rd May'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114641568082486051</id><published>2006-04-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:16:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Despite having world-class bookstores on our shores, this country is a sad sad place for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Borders first announced it was opening here, I was jumping with joy. Finally! More choices! Books that the other bookshops don't carry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they opened, and what a terrible disappointment it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend half a day in Borders Singapore. It takes me about an hour before i start getting bored in Borders Kuala Lumpur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun is there when you can't find the books you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other bookstores aren't any better. With the exception of Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with Kino is that it's in the city, which one just doesn't really want to go into unless one really doesn't have a choice or if one really has something else to do in the city. Also, Kino is expensive. And they don't have discount membership cards. And even when they do (the Philharmonik members card), it's only a 5% discount and you have to pay in cash! Where got so much cash sometimes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how the government is trying to inculcate a reading culture, it's quite surprising that hardly any of the big bookstores here actually offer membership discounts. Times and Popular are the only two I can think of which actually give an immediate 10-15% discount on your purchases. MPH makes you spend a considerable sum of money on books over a certain period before they decide to 'reward' you with cash vouchers which sometimes can't even cover the price of one single paperback. Kino, well, if you're a Philharmonik member, you get 5% off books but only if you pay in cash. And Borders, I just found out that their latest 'membership' promotion is with HSBC credit cards, which means if you purchase your books with a HSBC credit card, you get a 15% discount. But I don't know how long that's going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Borders is having a sale. If you didn't know. So, even if you don't have a HSBC credit card, you still get 15% off books and 10% off CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there the other day. Bought 2 books and 2 CDs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Seasons of Buffy - science fiction and fantasy writers discuss their favourite television show. Basically, a bunch of essays by writers on one of the greatest television shows there ever was. If you don't agree with me, you're just totally ignorant. Yes, i can be totally unreasonable when it comes to Buffy The Vampire Slayer. And yes, sometimes I still experience withdrawals. Thus the reason for purchasing this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Girls by Perihan Magden (translated by Brendan Freely) - how could i resist a book with such a title? True enough, reading the blurb on the back confirmed it. Two girls. A relationship. A murder mystery. Set in Turkey. Ok, so the murder mystery and Turkey bit weren't really the pulling factors. Guess which ones were? It took me awhile to decide to buy it though. I mean the temptation definitely was there, but it was RM59.90! Then I remembered the 15% discount, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson 'In Between Dreams' and 'Music from the film, Curious George' - 2 CDs for RM70. Even though I had already downloaded these two albums, i felt I had to show my support for him by purchasing his original CDs. Ok, i lie. i just thought it was a pretty good deal at that price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that they've taken Rita Mae Brown off their shelves. Not only them, but MPH as well! What the hell? I can't seem to find any Rita Mae Brown books now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they suddenly realise that she writes lesbian stories and so decided to remove all her books even though some of them aren't even lesbian stories? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else do you explain the sudden disappearance of all her books? Don't tell me everybody decided to buy Rita Mae Brown at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want the comic book series, Jane's World. Which, because of its lesbian theme, i'm downright sure i will never be able to find it in this country. And Amazon is just too bloody expensive! Why don't they ever have free shipping to Malaysia?! So irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many books to buy. Nowhere except Amazon to buy them from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone here has to open a gay &amp; lesbian bookshop. No, not me. 'Cos I'm just the ideas person. Not the 'doing' person. So, go take my idea, open one and give me free membership for life (which means 50% off books. I'm nice. Notice how I didn't say 'free' books.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I got tagged earlier. So I have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you? &lt;br /&gt;they call me jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends? &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and not just that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet? &lt;br /&gt;you do know what a 'wonderful' memory i have, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it obvious? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever be attracted to me?&lt;br /&gt;you already know the answer to that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;hottie. 'cos you are. (ok, fine. sometimes i'm just not very creative.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first impression? &lt;br /&gt;so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you still think that way about me now? &lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a contract with PMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;as well as i know myself. which doesn't really say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;does your photo count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;yes. hahaha. and i still can't and won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will you ever die for me?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i should never answer loaded questions. and this one is definitely very loaded. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to tag 5 people who have to write about me. So. back to you, the one who tagged me in the first place, moin, suki, lepra, junny. When you're done, tag another 5 people (I exempt myself). Yes, totally 'mo liu' but like how they say in chain letters, all bad things will befall you if you don't. Such lovely encouragement, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114641568082486051?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114641568082486051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114641568082486051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114615380544190225</id><published>2006-04-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:08:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrinkles!</title><content type='html'>Shock horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crow's feet on the side of my eyes whenever i smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were never there before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles only happen to old people. And I'm....NOT old. NOT. I'm just...youthfully challenged. when it comes to those numbers that denote my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go get some vitamin E, anti-aging shit quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe botox or a face lift. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, jack johnson rocks! you know, i think being able to play a guitar is a sure-fire way of getting into my pants. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114615380544190225?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114615380544190225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114615380544190225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/wrinkles.html' title='Wrinkles!'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114585348460177201</id><published>2006-04-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:27:21.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew how to quit you</title><content type='html'>Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come back and there's a new hocc song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow piece, very bittersweet, very confused song - to have or not to have; to let go or not to let go; to quit you or not to quit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made a brilliant reference to Brokeback's "I wish I knew how to quit you" and somehow all the pieces just seem to fall into place when you listen to ah c's 願我可以學會放低你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that when I first listened to it, it didn't leave much of an impression. But after having it on repeat over and over again and actually listening to the lyrics each time it played, i've grown to like it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song. Very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the music arrangement too - the strings in the background and that guitar distortion at the end - a wonderful touch that has hocc written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;曲: 徐偉賢&lt;br /&gt;詞: 黃偉文&lt;br /&gt;編: 何秉舜@goomusic/英師傅&lt;br /&gt; 監: hocc@goomusic/何秉舜@goomusic/英師傅&lt;br /&gt;唱: 何韻詩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;任我出去任我飛&lt;br /&gt;遊蕩兩日又重踏這地&lt;br /&gt;沒有牽掛就會死&lt;br /&gt;難道我靈魂被你收起&lt;br /&gt;自己都管不了自己&lt;br /&gt;太多錯誤經已因你起&lt;br /&gt;我都知 再找你&lt;br /&gt;連幸福都要放棄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你有多好&lt;br /&gt;到別處碰不到&lt;br /&gt;至令我重返這條路?&lt;br /&gt;臨近晚節不保&lt;br /&gt;卻行到這一步&lt;br /&gt;難道天空海濶再無芳草&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 願我可以學會放低你&lt;br /&gt;就讓我重頭來過物色新知己&lt;br /&gt;望著你的臉如山水一般優美&lt;br /&gt;要走的我 總企在原地&lt;br /&gt;願我可以絕到踢走你&lt;br /&gt;但是我如何能拒絕張開的臂&lt;br /&gt;自問我可以贏你&lt;br /&gt;但喜歡輸給你&lt;br /&gt;猶像你親於我自己&lt;br /&gt;我怎可以 一刀切下來 親手 傷你 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實你有多好&lt;br /&gt;到別處碰不到&lt;br /&gt;美麗到危險的程度&lt;br /&gt;臨近晚節不保&lt;br /&gt;卻行到這一步&lt;br /&gt;沿路的山丘已化成焦土&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只可以 將心割下來 親手 給你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you give in to your feelings and give up your heart to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114585348460177201?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114585348460177201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114585348460177201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-i-knew-how-to-quit-you.html' title='I wish I knew how to quit you'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114576923147385872</id><published>2006-04-23T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:15:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahn nyeong ha se yo. 點解韓國咁唔好玩.</title><content type='html'>Why Korea is not much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The guided tour was a con job.&lt;br /&gt;2. The tour guide was a useless, rude and unprofessional piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;3. The bus was crappy.&lt;br /&gt;4. The bus driver sucked.&lt;br /&gt;5. The hotels were a sad case.&lt;br /&gt;6. The food was terribly boring.&lt;br /&gt;7. There's really nothing much to do in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not fair to compare Korea to Japan, but one can't help it. Japan has so many things going for it. Korea just comes across like a bad copy of Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people go to Korea every year. For what? I really don't get it. I mean, in terms of 'Nothing much to see or do', Korea ranks right up there. I guess for those who follow Korean serials, the highlight of the trip and probably the main reason for wanting to go Korea is to visit the TV studio and places where filming of various 'famous' serials took place. But for me, it was more like, 'Ok, you've brought me to this street which has absolutely nothing. Why? Oh. 'Cos some serial was filmed here.' WTF? I paid money to look at a street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We had to make our own fun. And fun we had. Thank goodness for the company. If not, I would need another proper holiday to recover from this con one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone missed me? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be up later. When I've compiled them all together (there were 4 cameras clicking away after all!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114576923147385872?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114576923147385872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114576923147385872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahn-nyeong-ha-se-yo.html' title='Ahn nyeong ha se yo. 點解韓國咁唔好玩.'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114518858063878946</id><published>2006-04-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:56:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6-day break</title><content type='html'>I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114518858063878946?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114518858063878946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114518858063878946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/6-day-break.html' title='6-day break'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114507924599059074</id><published>2006-04-15T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:40:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cos...</title><content type='html'>It's called a Meme. Don't ask me how you pronounce it though. Me-me? Meem? Mem? Whatever. Basically, it's supposed to be about me - thus the name, Meme. See, so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ex&lt;/b&gt; still calls me occassionally and secretly without letting her current know. How I know? Cos I'm thick-skinned and I ask all the time, "Eh? She's not around ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/b&gt; go change my ringgit to Korean Won soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love&lt;/b&gt; too many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't understand&lt;/b&gt; why some things can't be simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lose&lt;/b&gt; interest very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People say I'm&lt;/b&gt; a snob. But really, I'm just very shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is&lt;/b&gt; a concept that I cannot seem to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere, someone is&lt;/b&gt; sitting next to ah c, holding her hands, probably kissing her etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will always&lt;/b&gt; not have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever is&lt;/b&gt; a 7-letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I never want to&lt;/b&gt; bungy jump. No way. Absolutely no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think the current US President is&lt;/b&gt; intent on provoking a third world war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I wake up in the morning&lt;/b&gt; I lay in bed wondering for another half and hour if i really need to wake up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My past was&lt;/b&gt; everything that happened yesterday and the yesterday before that and the yesterday before that yesterday and ... you get the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/b&gt; restaurants here employ foreign workers who don't understand English, Malay or Chinese. How the hell am I supposed to order?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parties are for&lt;/b&gt; scouting out new hot faces. Then again, depends on what sort of parties. Most of the time, parties are for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My dogs&lt;/b&gt; would be called Dog Dog and Gau Gau if I had dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My cat&lt;/b&gt; would be called Meow Meow if i had a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisses are the best when&lt;/b&gt; it's from the person you like but didn't know/weren't sure if that person liked you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/b&gt; I'm going to Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really want&lt;/b&gt; a lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have low tolerance for people who&lt;/b&gt; are dumb, who act like they know everything in the world, who get in my way while I'm driving, who act/be all superior, who expect me to grovel at their feet, who keep standing me up, who are always late etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;(&lt;i&gt; This Meme skeleton was stolen off somebody else's blog.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114507924599059074?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114507924599059074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114507924599059074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-cos.html' title='Just cos...'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114494742337496133</id><published>2006-04-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:27:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I like about you</title><content type='html'>One rule: You CANNOT ask me who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You make me laugh. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're living out my dreams for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're going to take me to HK with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We finish each other's sentences. Actually, we say exactly the same thing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We're alike in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You make me feel like such a teenager again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You know I have this major crush on you and you indulge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You're hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114494742337496133?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114494742337496133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114494742337496133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-things-i-like-about-you.html' title='10 things I like about you'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114485461440423140</id><published>2006-04-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:10:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So efficient</title><content type='html'>i just found out that apparently technology doesn't make things happen faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bank, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my almost nervous breakdown from panic, I finally managed to call the bank this morning to clarify the 'missing' transaction. And I find out that online transfers take 3 working days before they take effect. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody explain that to me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I might as well have written a cheque. Cos it takes 3 working days to clear a cheque too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of internet banking and online transfers again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. So that you can do it all in the comfort of your own home without having to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such efficiency. I'm choking with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, all is well. I didn't lose any money and I won't have to pay twice the fare to Korea now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can breathe much easier again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I also want to say that my current favourite TV series is Grey's Anatomy. I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114485461440423140?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114485461440423140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114485461440423140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-efficient.html' title='So efficient'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114472866999724004</id><published>2006-04-11T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:11:10.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic</title><content type='html'>Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow RM2K+ has gone missing in cyberspace thanks to the incompetencies of internet banking. Worst is, that money happens to be from my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a fricking public holiday today which means nobody's working and therefore nobody can answer my queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to wait one whole bloody day, fricking 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds, before anybody can give me some sort of decent answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, who was supposed to be the recipient of that money, tells me not to worry. The bank will give you back your money, after all, your transaction history shows the proof and the money never reached the intended account, she says. Ya right. We're talking about a huge big conglomerate here who will probably point out some minute, unnoticeable disclaimer that says, 'Too Bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, don't worry, she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Easy for her to say that. It's not her money that's gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's pissed at me for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114472866999724004?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114472866999724004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114472866999724004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114459309854846327</id><published>2006-04-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:31:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lives of two 30-something year olds</title><content type='html'>This is just too funny not to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago on msn messenger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L says:&lt;br /&gt;wat do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;sit at home, watch tv, then went out for tea at coffeebean, then went out for charkueyteow dinner, then now at home lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me says: &lt;br /&gt;u leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L says:&lt;br /&gt;went la bodega with S for breakfast, sent car to wash, have maggi mee for din and did some work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh!  HOW BORING IS OUR LIFE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114459309854846327?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114459309854846327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114459309854846327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/lives-of-two-30-something-year-olds.html' title='The lives of two 30-something year olds'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114458027828736606</id><published>2006-04-09T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:18:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstuff your heart, pack light, let's go</title><content type='html'>Camping with Chet Lam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my copy of Chet's latest English album. I love the cover! Pink fatigues. So gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is typically Chet. The strums of the acoustic guitar, a clear and mellow voice, and simple music rearrangements. You really feel like you're sitting around a campfire with Chet and his guitar, the fire crackling to the beat of his strums.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, it's rather refreshing to hear pop melodies transformed into simple acoustic pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, the album is rather campy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, the campiness is rather appealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet in no way hides his sexual preference here. It's pretty evident in some of the modified lyrics. I guess that's what makes it doubly appealing. He has absolutely no qualms being who he is. He's comfortable with himself, which in turn, makes you comfortable with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping comes across as very personable. You'll feel like Chet's a friend and he's really singing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the little details in the credits, albeit a little corny, add to the personable-ness of the album too. You get a taste of Chet's gaiety and sense of 'humour' here. Stuff like: &lt;br /&gt;All Vocals in the name of Fraternity and Sisterhood for You Can't Hurry Love&lt;br /&gt;The I-Really-Can't-Dance Vocals for Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;The Trying-to-be-Cool Vocals for The Boy from Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;The Sensitive Vocal for When He Sings&lt;br /&gt;The Need-Another-Shot Vocals for Crazy 4U&lt;br /&gt;The I'm-So-Ready Vocals for Let's Go Camping&lt;br /&gt;The Trying-to-Hide Vocals for A Waltz for a Night&lt;br /&gt;The Money-Boy-Wannabe Vocals for Rent&lt;br /&gt;The Learn-It-The-Hard-Way Vocals for You've Got to Learn&lt;br /&gt;The It's-Okay Vocals for Cool&lt;br /&gt;The Shiny Vocals for Eternal Flame&lt;br /&gt;The Take-It-Easy Vocals for Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just make you want to be his friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Soup for the Soul. I think if this book was music, Camping would be what it would sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going through the lyrics for 'Let's Go Camping'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet is a naughty, naughty boy. Hahaha. I so love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Go Camping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good boy for a whole week&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the car, sardined on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Summer's here, &lt;i&gt;bodies in heat&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pack some hot dogs, we need some meat&lt;br /&gt;To do the hard work, to make us complete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's here, &lt;i&gt;everything's in heat&lt;br /&gt;Let's give us a treat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to have some &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some &lt;i&gt;casual fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to ask no one&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a blast&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy, just...&lt;i&gt;come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started, hop off the truck&lt;br /&gt;Pitch a tent, &lt;i&gt;unload some stuff&lt;br /&gt;The flap is down, just the two of us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep out the bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty, naughty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Makes me love him more! Hahaha. (Sorry babe. Not 'stealing' him from you. It's a different sort of love from yours. hahaha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114458027828736606?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114458027828736606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114458027828736606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/unstuff-your-heart-pack-light-lets-go.html' title='Unstuff your heart, pack light, let&apos;s go'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114451397208517310</id><published>2006-04-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:32:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>The 25th Hong Kong Annual Film Awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ I'm so glad neither A Lau or A Kwok got best actor. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ A Kwok's disappointment and then the fake gracious loser look was just priceless. Doesn't mean you won in one award show that you're guaranteed to win in another award show. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Not that it wasn't well-deserved, but I can't help but think giving the best actress to Zhou Xun was a politically correct move intended to diffuse whatever favouritism/rivalry/bickering there was/will be between the local HK actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ J Chou getting best newcomer. I wish the panel had the guts to give it to someone else. I guess they wanted to avoid being lynched by the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Can't believe Seven Swords got nominated in so many categories. What was even more shocking was that it was one of the finalists for best editing. So glad it didn't get a single thing. What an over-rated arty-farty piece of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Happiness is seeing Theresa Mo win her first award in 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ It was heartbreaking watching scenes with Leslie and Anita from He's a Man, She's a Woman, while Chris Wong sang the movie's theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Karen Mok is so hot. I still can't believe she and S Fung are a straight couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Sandra Ng's belly is huuuuge. Everytime she burst out in laughter, everyone was so afraid she would give birth right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Dodo Cheng has definitely gone overboard with the plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Anthony Wong in Brokeback gear. I mean if there was no Brokeback ever and he turned up in whatever he turned up in, I would have thought, wow so cool. But because there was Brokeback, it came across as a bit try hard. Still. He is Anthony Wong. He can pull off wearing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ I thought Jacky Cheung was supposed to perform? Yay to him adding another best song trophy to his already overflowing cabinet of accolades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Shirley Kwan. Still as captivating. Voice still as high. Songs still as hard to sing along to. I want to watch her perform live one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Does anyone know what's the latest with Chan Mun Yee, Liu Kai Chi's wife? It sounded tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✷ Sammi's face. Whenever the camera focussed on her, all I could think of was, girl, you need more SKII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that's it for last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, we should be seeing Isabella getting a lot of nominations in a lot of categories. My guess is, Best Score, Best Actor and Best Actress, to say the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, I hope Chapman does get nominated next year and he wins it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114451397208517310?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114451397208517310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114451397208517310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114424451238463078</id><published>2006-04-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:41:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No shoe</title><content type='html'>Can't. Find. Shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find any one of those three shoes. Not even one. Not even one that's  remotely close to either one of those three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians don't seem to like yellow. That's why those Converse buyers don't bring in any yellow. But I want yellow. Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like any screaming is going to make them appear in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another one week contract starting tomorrow. (And just when I thought I won't be earning any money this month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice windfall. I can use the money as spending money for Korea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I start work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means no more sleeping in. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. That must be one of the worst things about having to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114424451238463078?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114424451238463078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114424451238463078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-shoe.html' title='No shoe'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114407472627714941</id><published>2006-04-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:32:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>Which one is it? Which one is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Retro%20Runner%20Est.%201984%20White%3AGold%3ABlack%20Unisex%20Low%201Q188_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/Retro%20Runner%20Est.%201984%20White%3AGold%3ABlack%20Unisex%20Low%201Q188_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Targa%20Est.%201984%20Yam%3AOff%20White%3ABrown%20Unisex%20Low%201J328_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/Targa%20Est.%201984%20Yam%3AOff%20White%3ABrown%20Unisex%20Low%201J328_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Star%20Player%20EV%20Est.%201977%20Yellow%3ABlack%20Unisex%20Low%201u234_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/Star%20Player%20EV%20Est.%201977%20Yellow%3ABlack%20Unisex%20Low%201u234_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could be the first one. But i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to search every single Converse store in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i can't find it here, there's always Korea, or Singapore, or Hong Kong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would buy it off the web too, but this stupid country of mine isn't listed as one of the countries Converse will ship to. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Want. Shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114407472627714941?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114407472627714941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114407472627714941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/04/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114378494472995010</id><published>2006-03-31T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:02:24.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 16 April. When i'll be flying off to the land of...(i don't know what they call it the land of...hmmm) popular tv serials like Winter Sonata and Dae Jeung Kam, and scary horror movies like all those scary horror movies? Whatever. Yes. Korea. South, not North. Can we even go to the North?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. So. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos doing nothing has really made me real lazy. Not that I wasn't before. It's just made me more lazy. I mean, I'd rather starve to death than get off my ass to go look for/make some food. If that's not laziness personified, I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No income for April. But my cheque for March (which is probably the biggest to date) will be in soon (next week, I hope) and that should hopefully tide me over for the trip as well as April. Then it's back to looking for more contracts in May etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll probably give ah c's birthday in May a miss. There's always the concert in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's June to look forward to as well. AT17 and Chet will be in Singapore for the Singapore Music Festival! Woot! Have to go, have to go, have to go, have to go. I'm counting on you, babe! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hungry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114378494472995010?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114378494472995010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114378494472995010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114353554328491116</id><published>2006-03-28T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:45:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless twat</title><content type='html'>If you're going to read law and become a lawyer, make sure u frickin' know what you're doing and how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing worst than a clueless lawyer who gives you useless suggestions and who has no idea how to protect your interests as a client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who the f* are you working for here? Who's paying your frickin' fees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that I feel whatever you're doing/failing to do only benefits the other party? I feel like a bloody fool to have thought that as my lawyer, you'd have my interest in mind. But nooooo. I'm the loser here. He can delay payment for however long he likes and what, I can't do anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Terminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bloody f*king good suggestion. Is that your f*ing advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me to terminate the agreement after the other party has finally come up with the money which he has taken his own bloody sweet time to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've waited frickin' 4 months, during which I've had to pay maintenance and other what-nots for an empty and idle apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me, oh, he won't be penalised for having delayed payment. The penalty only starts thrree months after the transfer is in effect. What the F*?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, if he doesn't pay me, no transfer is going to take place. Second, if he has paid me and the transfer takes place, what frickin' logic is there to start the 3-month deadline from there??! But that's exactly what you're telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me I have wasted 4 months for absolutely nothing. That this guy can drag payment til kingdom come and he will not be penalised for it when he eventually pays up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I can always terminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you know to say, isn't it? You really have no clue what to do next or how to do it, do you? All you know how to do is stare at me blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel such total disdain and contempt for you and your whole bloody profession. And if your profession has a grouse with that, I'll tell them to look for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win The Stupidest Lawyer in the Whole World hands down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114353554328491116?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114353554328491116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114353554328491116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/useless-twat.html' title='Useless twat'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114348097210268529</id><published>2006-03-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:19:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cos my babe wants to know</title><content type='html'>Seven qualities I want in a potential boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;1. humour. my kind of.&lt;br /&gt;2. generousity.&lt;br /&gt;3. able to get along with almost everybody under the sun. actually, able to get along with my friends would do. actually, able to make my friends love him/her (but not the romantic way, you know...i'm the only one allowed to love him/her in the romantic way.)&lt;br /&gt;4. smart.&lt;br /&gt;5. humble/modest.&lt;br /&gt;6. easy-going.&lt;br /&gt;7. rich (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. creepy crawlies (includes the flying kind too.)&lt;br /&gt;2. japanese/korean/thai horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;3. finding out nobody loves me.&lt;br /&gt;4. not having enough money.&lt;br /&gt;5. commitment.&lt;br /&gt;6. driving in heavy cannot-see-the-road-kinda rain.&lt;br /&gt;7. that i am told i cannot drink anymore alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. 幸福摩天輪 - eric kwok &amp; grace yip&lt;br /&gt;2. 想听  - eason chan&lt;br /&gt;3. 食懵你 - endy chow&lt;br /&gt;4. We - grasshoppers&lt;br /&gt;5. 跟珍芳达做健身操 - joey yung&lt;br /&gt;6. 羽毛 - bobo chan&lt;br /&gt;7. hello goodbye - the pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I like the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. cool girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. tall guys.&lt;br /&gt;3. music.&lt;br /&gt;4. my watch.&lt;br /&gt;5. alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;6. my group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;7. money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm shy.&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes i talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't drink more than 7 beers in one sitting without feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't mix my drinks without feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;5. i love terry pratchett's discworld series.&lt;br /&gt;6. i love buffy the vampire slayer.&lt;br /&gt;7. i just wanna go to Hong Kong. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;(damn. this one's hard...seeing how i'm so totally not ambitious about anything...oh, does it have to be realistic?)&lt;br /&gt;1. meet and be denise ho's best friend/lover/slave.&lt;br /&gt;2. fly first class to a destination more than 3 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;3. buy a frickin' expensive car without feeling the least bit guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;4. buy a frickin' expensive house/apartment without feeling the least bit guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;5. really really fall head over heels in love. &lt;br /&gt;6. actually commit myself to that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;7. be a size 8. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. damn.&lt;br /&gt;2. shit.&lt;br /&gt;3. bloody.&lt;br /&gt;4. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;5. wa.&lt;br /&gt;6. huh?&lt;br /&gt;7. i got stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. denise ho.&lt;br /&gt;2. karen mok.&lt;br /&gt;3. maggie cheung HY.&lt;br /&gt;4. moses chan.&lt;br /&gt;5. bowie lam.&lt;br /&gt;6. eman (i've just noticed how hot she really is! hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;7. rebecca (we're so meant to be together!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114348097210268529?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114348097210268529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114348097210268529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/cos-my-babe-wants-to-know.html' title='&apos;cos my babe wants to know'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114305500479413023</id><published>2006-03-23T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:21:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s03e11</title><content type='html'>I don't know why it's affecting me so much. And i can't stop thinking about it. The problem is, i really don't know what the 'it' is. I mean...shit, i really don't know what i mean even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it makes me question the path i've decided to follow. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that it really depressed me. yet in some sick way, i wanted to feel that depression. i wanted to soak up that sadness and make it mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i like being sad. maybe i think i don't deserve happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're all just really fucked up. All of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move in a circle so small that we're just going round and round. is that how it's going to be? us, going round and round, moving from one to the other creating links so complicated that it sounds like some really bad soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel like giving up. there's a much easier road. why don't i take that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i sell out. for the sake of...face? for the sake of people around me? for how people will perceive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why? why must i worry so much? why must i think so much? why can't i just let go of myself? why do i keep running away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Deep down inside, i'm a coward. Weak and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why i'm attracted to power and strength. i'm seeking what i lack, hoping that they'll protect me and take care of me. but power and strength are hardly ever attracted to me. Who likes a coward, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being a coward is you tend to build this wall around yourself. You feel a need to protect yourself. To not allow yourself to get hurt. To not allow yourself to open up. To not allow yourself to show too much emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it gets too painful because you know you can't give all of yourself, you can't reciprocrate what you're receiving. So to ease your own pain, you become the one who does the hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well. After awhile, you tend to think that maybe all that pain would be spared if you just detach yourself from all emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, right. Such sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like an act of cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run. When will i learn to stop? Will i learn to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stopping now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i'm sleepy and i need to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114305500479413023?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114305500479413023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114305500479413023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/s03e11.html' title='s03e11'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114270422745571476</id><published>2006-03-19T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:24:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop hop hop</title><content type='html'>Who says 40-year old men can't prance about on stage like 20-year olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says 40-year old men can't wear hot pants and feathers like true divas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from an incredibly hot concert. Never have I had so much fun at a concert since A-mei's in Singapore. Previously, when people asked me which was the best concert I had ever been to, I'd say A-mei's. Now, when they ask me that question again, I'd definitely say the Grasshoppers. There was no dull moment from the word go. As soon as the three of them came on stage, the whole auditorium was pumped. I'm still pumped. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got everyone screaming and dancing along with them. Even aunties and uncles! Amazing, really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, party poopers (i.e. the police) tried to get people to sit down. But the three guys kept encouraging the crowd to dance along. Honestly, no one gave a damn about the cops after awhile. I think they sorta gave up too. I mean, you try getting a whole auditorium to sit down. And i do mean, the WHOLE auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours and an encore later, they said their goodbyes. The band exited. Even some of the lights were turned on. But the crowd was too pumped to let them off so easily. We were screaming and shouting and screaming and shouting. And eventually, Carl Wong walked back out towards his guitar. YEAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Slight distraction here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even doubly fantastic was that Carl Wong, Veegay, Hoshan from Pixeltoy and Goobing were there too! I could hardly contain my excitement! Hahaha. Oh my god. veegay. oh my god. uncle carl. oh my god. ah c's brother! and oh my god. Hoshan (this one's for rebecca. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encore after the encore. The three guys came back out again and said they had sang all the songs they prepared for tonight's concert (ya, right.) In the end, they succumbed and asked the crowd what we'd like them to sing. 'Friends' was a clear favourite. And got us all pumped up again. But it ended too soon and then they said they were going to sing their last song. For real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a last song it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞跃千个梦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was up on their feets. Up on their seats even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys and their dancers kept splashing water at the crowd (and i got drenched. but i'm so happy! hahaha.) And the dancers started throwing their giant palms (those handlike things you wave about at concerts) at the crowd. Which got the crowd and the guys themselves playing along. Soon there were all these yellow palms gliding to and from the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i said how much fun i had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i said what a concert it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pumped. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing about it was that it was free! hahahaha. (well no. the best thing about it was that it was a really good show. The free bit just made it even better. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. How did i manage to wrangle free tickets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had two free tickets given to her by Osim cos she had bought something from them. At first we thought they were those el-cheapo tickets, so neither of us bothered to take a camera along. When we got to the auditorium and were pointed the way to our seats, we still didn't give much thought to where we were sitting. We just kept going down the steps and the next thing we knew we were on the ground level where the stage was. We found our seats, 8 rows from the stage! But except for the fact that we were so close, we could hardly see much cos we were so far to the side of the stage. So, when the concert started and we realised that the middle section of seats (the ones that faced the stage direcctly) were still empty, we moved our butts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to move our butts a few times too, cos damn malaysians are really not a punctual bunch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all good, cos the more we moved, the closer we got. Hahahaha. In the end, we were in the middle and 6 rows from the stage! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to take a few shots with my phone, but they ain't all that great (cos well, the camera on my phone ain't all that great.) But i'll post them here anyway. Just to prove that i really did go for their concert. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Image044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/Image044.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Image038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/Image038.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Image055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/Image055.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Image034.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/Image034.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/Image036.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/400/Image036.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114270422745571476?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114270422745571476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114270422745571476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/hop-hop-hop.html' title='Hop hop hop'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114263185494458424</id><published>2006-03-18T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:09:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before bed</title><content type='html'>Just some inane tests i took cos i was still wide awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. &lt;br&gt;You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. &lt;br&gt;When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;You know that the best seducers turn the tables &lt;br /&gt;- and get their crush to seduce them.&lt;br /&gt;The one running has the power, &lt;br /&gt;and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. &lt;br /&gt;Giving a little and taking some away.&lt;br /&gt;You are controlled enough to know rewards &lt;br /&gt;come after a long seduction dance.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you want to call, email, &lt;br /&gt;or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold &lt;br /&gt;- so much so that you have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... &lt;br /&gt;or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;You're skilled at inspiring a chase. &lt;br /&gt;The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality &lt;br /&gt;- cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, &lt;br /&gt;and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was &lt;br /&gt;ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship &lt;br /&gt;where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. &lt;br /&gt;You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can &lt;br /&gt;get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fun Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't help yourself... you flirt with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, girls, crushes, and friends. They're all victims to your charm.&lt;br /&gt;You're into silly innuendos, sexy jokes, and playful touches.&lt;br /&gt;You are a huge flirt, yet you never make anyone (too) uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique&lt;br /&gt;and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114263185494458424?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114263185494458424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114263185494458424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/before-bed.html' title='Before bed'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114258458255568873</id><published>2006-03-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:36:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent break ups</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished at certain times you could go back to those kindergarten days and just say to whoever it was then, "I don't want to friend you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we never say that anymore. We just don't say anything. We just tend to drift apart naturally and the only time you ever hear from either party is when someone wants something or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lovers, you break up. With friends, you just let it be. You're still friends. You just don't talk to each other, don't call each other, have no clue what's going on in each other's lives. In some ways, it is a break up. Only, it's an unspoken one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's in my nature to run rather than confront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i do cherish that friendship, if the other party doesn't, i'm not going to go calling each and every day. I don't like cling-ons, so i'm not about to impose and be one myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, one day we might come together again. But like past lovers, the feeling will be one of awkwardness. We may not be as close. We may be superficial even. If we're lucky, we might rekindle the friendship again. And become even closer than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, we move on. We make new friends. Not knowing if they're going to last a lifetime or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we make them anyway because you learn that all you have to live for is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114258458255568873?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114258458255568873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114258458255568873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-break-ups.html' title='Silent break ups'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114225251344377355</id><published>2006-03-13T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:21:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead logic</title><content type='html'>Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead logic board = dead computer.&lt;br /&gt;Dead computer = no computer.&lt;br /&gt;No computer = no online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the reason for my 'disappearance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've been sleeping earlier (ya, right), going out more (as if) and watching helluva more TV (bingo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're without a computer, time seems to pass much much slower. Not to mention, you realise, even with over 50 TV channels to choose from, there really isn't much on TV you want to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also realise just how dependent you are on a mere machine. And that you really need to go out and spend some extra money on an external hard drive to back up whatever files you have in your machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really worrying is when you start to miss your online social life and all those hours spent chatting on messenger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying. Really worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that i'm here blogging about my mental state, does this mean i've gotten back my computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my mum's PC (ya, my mum!) You can only keep me away from a computer for so long before I start foaming at the mouth from withdrawal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114225251344377355?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114225251344377355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114225251344377355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/dead-logic.html' title='Dead logic'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114181022759938122</id><published>2006-03-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:21:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light reading</title><content type='html'>was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;was grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;was hot.&lt;br /&gt;was sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/68d077cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/68d077cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/1600/6ff56991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2932/95/320/6ff56991.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was literally on the floor rolling with laughter. (ok. maybe not. but what's a little bit of exaggeration?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know what she was going on about in her latest blog entry. (for a moment i was feeling terribly guilty for having all sort of gay theories about her, but it wasn't me after all. hahaha. ok. i know. like she cares what a mere plebeian like me writes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet again, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That article made me laugh out loud. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as though we (another hottie suggested it too) didn't have our suspicions. (hello. you're talking about the theory queen here.) But reading about it in a magazine article was just too funny. Not to mention, the whole 'story' just seemed so incredulous (of course, when we were theorizing it, it didn't seem so. but that was a loooong time ago and we don't do it anymore. we don't even think it anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why, it's just so so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because she's mentioned in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;just because she posts photos of her in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like someone said, 'goodness. we all have pics of her on our blogs. does that mean we're going out with her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lor. so easy. i also want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am insanely jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114181022759938122?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114181022759938122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114181022759938122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/light-reading.html' title='Light reading'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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-22669916.post-114171439441927056</id><published>2006-03-07T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:24:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the black again</title><content type='html'>I got my first more substantial paycheque today. After 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, my bank account is now no longer in the red! (for me, red means balance below a certain amount which other people don't consider red.) I'm just paranoid i don't have enough money, ok. I need money. There's so many things to buy, so many holidays to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holidays. I wanna go on one! Now that I am done with that nightmare 1-month contract (which on the last day of work - yesterday - i had to work til 3am. But. Mustn't. Complain. All will be well when i see that particular paycheque.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go on holiday. And like my friend says, anywhere dearie, as long as it's not in South East Asia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22669916-114171439441927056?l=coffeesoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114171439441927056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22669916/posts/default/114171439441927056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeesoda.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-black-again.html' title='In the black again'/><author><name>jo.ke</name><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>
