<?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-2777295796266404037</id><updated>2011-12-01T10:47:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonne nuit en aurore</title><subtitle type='html'>就让我们， 看着天亮说晚安。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4141496325880094004</id><published>2011-12-01T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:47:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Draw a heart and write the name of two together&lt;br /&gt;Then two will be forever&lt;br /&gt;End up one of them left because of endeavor&lt;br /&gt;Still, the other one has hope for the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4141496325880094004?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4141496325880094004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4141496325880094004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4141496325880094004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4141496325880094004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/12/draw-heart-and-write-name-of-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2449860358629750381</id><published>2011-11-13T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:09:07.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your true colors</title><content type='html'>After some time, I have seen your true colors. It's quite a pity that I couldn't bring myself to love you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. Do you still remember that time when we stayed up quite late? The night was so quiet that I can hear you breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there, I was here. I pointed out, and you agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2449860358629750381?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2449860358629750381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2449860358629750381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2449860358629750381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2449860358629750381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-true-colors.html' title='Your true colors'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-866454672050543282</id><published>2011-10-02T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:43:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0990990990</title><content type='html'>The wind blew the ashes with my memories remain.&lt;br /&gt;It has never been so real before.&lt;br /&gt;Words with humiliation cut through the innocence and left nothing but grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, we were young. Now I can't let go and there is no future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues with me standing here alone. I manage to breathe and stay alive and I saw my palm left with the scars. I see you walking away but I did not call you. I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I don't mind staying here alone. Go ahead with your endeavors. Find me again when you need someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-866454672050543282?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/866454672050543282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=866454672050543282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/866454672050543282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/866454672050543282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/10/0990990990.html' title='0990990990'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6788970619778649734</id><published>2011-08-05T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:11:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6788970619778649734?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6788970619778649734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6788970619778649734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6788970619778649734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6788970619778649734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/08/scientist.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-5274451325026492928</id><published>2011-05-24T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:02:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"踏着轻快的脚步回家"</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I always wrote "踏着轻快的脚步回家" to finish off my Chinese composition. Then I will score an A for it. As said by my Chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize as I grew up, no such thing as "踏着轻快的脚步回家" because everyday I will be exhausted. How am I to do that when always squeeze myself with the crowded train cabins? In fact, I will drag my heavy feet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time when we were so innocent and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are so hasty and impulsive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-5274451325026492928?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/5274451325026492928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=5274451325026492928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5274451325026492928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5274451325026492928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_24.html' title='&quot;踏着轻快的脚步回家&quot;'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-5270406417233197741</id><published>2011-05-07T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:28:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>They thought you could run fast. Then they allow you to step on to the track. Then you vanish from the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can run fast. I was told to be there and keep on running. How I wish I can vanish from the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me running fast. You thought I can finish the line within minutes. But I vanish from the surface of the earth just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-5270406417233197741?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/5270406417233197741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=5270406417233197741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5270406417233197741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5270406417233197741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2350296453276749609</id><published>2011-03-21T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:17:13.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he was 7th grade</title><content type='html'>Mr Rusterback still remember when he was in 7th grade, his form teacher, Mr Gokali announced to the class that he was being transferred to another class. Mr Gokali explained that other class need a suitable teacher like him. However, all the students knew the reason why he had to leave. There is nothing wrong with his teaching just that he did not demand much from his students. When there is dateline given to hand in the assignment, none of the class responded, and this drag on and on.. Until the point of time that the Principal called Mr Gokali to his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the students were worried what will happen to the them, and to be more vivid, the main concern was can they still drag their assignment with this new teacher? Some of them never like Mr Gokali because of his teaching style, some said he never concern for his class, some said he was too lenient and never present any strictness or pressure. Some blamed him for the poor grades they having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rusterback on the other hand, was neutral. He never feel that Mr Gokali has a problem. Maybe because Mr Rusterback always have problem in judging someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Mr Rusterback understand that life has to go on. A change may be is good, or bad, but not now to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rusterback carried his bag, walked out of the class, and wished Mr Gokali all the best in his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2350296453276749609?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2350296453276749609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2350296453276749609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2350296453276749609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2350296453276749609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-he-was-7th-grade.html' title='When he was 7th grade'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1769013648427098355</id><published>2011-03-03T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:34:29.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing To The Dawn</title><content type='html'>It's March, Twenty Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say December, Twenty Twelve world will come to an end. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read Sing To The Dawn by this awesome writer called Mingfong Ho. She is a native writer but moved to New York for her new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1769013648427098355?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1769013648427098355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1769013648427098355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1769013648427098355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1769013648427098355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/03/sing-to-dawn.html' title='Sing To The Dawn'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-704776401567376047</id><published>2011-01-30T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:04:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TUTxRdHB9zI/AAAAAAAAA8M/S09cbx3nwnY/s1600/xwz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TUTxRdHB9zI/AAAAAAAAA8M/S09cbx3nwnY/s320/xwz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567840321510962994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-704776401567376047?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/704776401567376047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=704776401567376047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/704776401567376047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/704776401567376047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-case-of-love.html' title='In case of love'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TUTxRdHB9zI/AAAAAAAAA8M/S09cbx3nwnY/s72-c/xwz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-634681629571463647</id><published>2011-01-21T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:14:59.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remuneration</title><content type='html'>Mr Rusterback has a backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He planted green beans and hope one day he will able harvest them. He will then sell each packet for 20 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 pack 20 cents... 10 packs $2.... 100 packs $20... 1000 packs $200!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner later I will be rich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how much you earn. At the end of the day, tolling the whole day and fall asleep straight because of exhaustiveness is better than earning big bucks but unable to sleep because of insomnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-634681629571463647?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/634681629571463647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=634681629571463647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/634681629571463647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/634681629571463647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2011/01/remuneration.html' title='Remuneration'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4945603017410884581</id><published>2010-12-20T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:58:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Rusterback</title><content type='html'>Mr Rusterback has a dream. His wish is before he leave the world, he can travel back to the era where his parents were born. Then at that moment, he can see what was going on during that time. Of course, he will not reveal his identity to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he will also travel to the place where he live once before, to see the change. And the most important thing is too meet Joo. He will tell Joo how great his life will be, to motivate him and to educate him. Tell him whatever he do, dun ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rusterback is actually in his mid forties. He know that he is dying soon that's why he pleaded the death reaper to grant his last wish. Although this wish seems tedious but the kind-hearted reaper willing to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody know what's Mr Rusterback is thinking. No one can enter his inner world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4945603017410884581?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4945603017410884581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4945603017410884581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4945603017410884581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4945603017410884581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-rusterback.html' title='Mr Rusterback'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-9186692820801355039</id><published>2010-11-24T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:37:39.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just someone</title><content type='html'>Someone who is helpful enough to lighten your burden. I appreciate his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing Angry Birds because I have to accomplish 3 stars. I saw him giving up his seat to the elderly and followed by a smile. He walked to the entrance of the train at look at the reflection of himself, and at the elderly. His main concern is to let that elderly to have a more comfortable journey and not because the 3 ladies in the poster told him to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand this is the right thing to do. We hope that this will pass down to the younger generation rather than having them playing with knives and parangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to accomplish 3 stars in every stages of Angry Birds is really difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-9186692820801355039?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/9186692820801355039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=9186692820801355039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9186692820801355039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9186692820801355039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-someone.html' title='Just someone'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-255690805955993451</id><published>2010-11-18T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:57:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>她说</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TOSIAKL0BrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HFUIAF8zVb8/s1600/159986.300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TOSIAKL0BrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HFUIAF8zVb8/s320/159986.300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540702977887831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他静悄悄地来过&lt;br /&gt;他慢慢带走沉默&lt;br /&gt;只是最后的承诺&lt;br /&gt;还是没有带走了寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们爱的没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是美丽的独秀太折磨&lt;br /&gt;她说无所谓&lt;br /&gt;只要能在夜里 翻来覆去的时候有寄托&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等不到天黑 烟火不会太完美&lt;br /&gt;回忆烧成灰 还是等不到结尾&lt;br /&gt;她曾说的无所谓 我怕一天一天被摧毁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等不到天黑 不敢凋谢的花蕾&lt;br /&gt;绿叶在跟随 放开刺痛的滋味&lt;br /&gt;今后不再怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-255690805955993451?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/255690805955993451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=255690805955993451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/255690805955993451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/255690805955993451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='她说'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TOSIAKL0BrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/HFUIAF8zVb8/s72-c/159986.300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4249864065388280195</id><published>2010-11-11T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:19:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope to see you good.</title><content type='html'>After the conversation, all I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日复明日， 　　&lt;br /&gt;明日何其多。 　　&lt;br /&gt;我生待明日， 　　&lt;br /&gt;万事成蹉跎。 　　&lt;br /&gt;世人若被明日累， 　　&lt;br /&gt;春去秋来老将至。 　　&lt;br /&gt;朝看水东流，&lt;br /&gt;暮看日西坠。 　　&lt;br /&gt;百年明日能几何？ 　　&lt;br /&gt;请君听我明日歌!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows pass just like water.&lt;br /&gt;How many days had passed?&lt;br /&gt;I live in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything slip through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I will reach the age eventually,&lt;br /&gt;And it's a torment to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the river flow&lt;br /&gt;And the sun sets and rises.&lt;br /&gt;How many tomorrows will be left in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TNv_I85BGAI/AAAAAAAAA74/Rmg7vvrTwNg/s1600/3bf706ece698d93e31fdc398e9692e49b5935583_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TNv_I85BGAI/AAAAAAAAA74/Rmg7vvrTwNg/s320/3bf706ece698d93e31fdc398e9692e49b5935583_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538300696031467522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4249864065388280195?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4249864065388280195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4249864065388280195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4249864065388280195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4249864065388280195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-to-see-you-good.html' title='Hope to see you good.'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TNv_I85BGAI/AAAAAAAAA74/Rmg7vvrTwNg/s72-c/3bf706ece698d93e31fdc398e9692e49b5935583_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7507582823445297549</id><published>2010-09-20T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:56:33.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>"Light up! Light up! &lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice,&lt;br /&gt;I will be right beside you, dear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7507582823445297549?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7507582823445297549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7507582823445297549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7507582823445297549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7507582823445297549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/09/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3190876599916618810</id><published>2010-09-13T22:22:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:09:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes 13th September</title><content type='html'>When you are having fun, the time passes faster than you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to look back at those things I have done. To actually remind you that, "Eh? I really did that when I was young! Why I so stupid?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZBL is really ZBL. Every morning I jump 10 counts of 10. To keep myself stay awake for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bring cacty for sun kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI42RaN-TqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/oVH-9puF2l0/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI42RaN-TqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/oVH-9puF2l0/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516406266299043490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he just got tanned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I went to a vegetable farm one afternoon. It is so refreshing once you step in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI42uiM_wtI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qvg09BnBW1U/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI42uiM_wtI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qvg09BnBW1U/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516406766658634450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mud ain't gonna stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, friends played an important part in the ZBL period. Not all are free however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI43z8VlCwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Eyn6xR-CApo/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI43z8VlCwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Eyn6xR-CApo/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516407959084927746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI44DyFzElI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JWOE8tebT9o/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI44DyFzElI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JWOE8tebT9o/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516408231212290642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are for the only place that we will go: North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI447m5E6fI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lFR2nmYWQps/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI447m5E6fI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lFR2nmYWQps/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516409190278818290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are for chillin' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI45byUnILI/AAAAAAAAA64/35QgIrf6bVI/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI45byUnILI/AAAAAAAAA64/35QgIrf6bVI/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516409743102910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI453ZpWF6I/AAAAAAAAA7I/wlSjhGbaaqs/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI453ZpWF6I/AAAAAAAAA7I/wlSjhGbaaqs/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410217515325346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI45_tmseMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uXWpplntSlE/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI45_tmseMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uXWpplntSlE/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410360311871682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46N10GTNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xmp3rPRTyOo/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46N10GTNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xmp3rPRTyOo/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410603033742546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are for killing undeads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46nNo2qNI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fv7sh8ZXQus/s1600/58562_498977149615_555534615_7188149_3855299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46nNo2qNI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fv7sh8ZXQus/s320/58562_498977149615_555534615_7188149_3855299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411038925760722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46rbmN2SI/AAAAAAAAA7w/DqCcyk-oFvc/s1600/58562_498977159615_555534615_7188150_2856943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46rbmN2SI/AAAAAAAAA7w/DqCcyk-oFvc/s320/58562_498977159615_555534615_7188150_2856943_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411111392270626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46bqe3B3I/AAAAAAAAA7g/jtxuaVC6CP8/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI46bqe3B3I/AAAAAAAAA7g/jtxuaVC6CP8/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410840510039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are for you-got-the-time-so-I-meet-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19 days had me recharged. Now I am prepared for the new beginning. Nothing great actually, everyone will come across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 25 bucks and a cracker is it enough to take me there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3190876599916618810?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3190876599916618810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3190876599916618810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3190876599916618810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3190876599916618810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-comes-13th-september.html' title='Here comes 13th September'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TI42RaN-TqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/oVH-9puF2l0/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2763060855981422487</id><published>2010-08-28T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:24:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating. 26th August to 12th September</title><content type='html'>Yep. I have 19th days of long vacation. Time passes so fast! Imagine I already came out to the working society since 2 years ago. 2 years! To compare that, I had served the army for 2 years and to look back I already ORDed 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to change. Changes take place when the current situation does not satisfy one's behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be promising myself to make this 12-days ZBL package resourceful. What's ZBL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZBL = Zuo Bo Lan = Do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet my friends during weekdays. Because it is so great to see my friends working then in the meantime I am free. Haha, I know I'm quite sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tidy my room (which I already did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to clean my living room ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY to bring my cactus plant for sunkissing every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD ON: I looked at my time table and found out that my assignments are due at September. So.. I need to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I promise myself in the blog entry. Then when I start my new job again I will review and see what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Robert, I have lived for 24 years. I like to do things that makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2763060855981422487?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2763060855981422487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2763060855981422487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2763060855981422487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2763060855981422487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/08/updating-26th-august-to-12th-september.html' title='Updating. 26th August to 12th September'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3196658423272035849</id><published>2010-08-11T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:51:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 funeral, 2 MCs, 3 cans of beer.</title><content type='html'>There's nothing more I can say, the bottom line is no matter where you go, I still love you and I would still want to be your grandson in the next life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virus is everywhere. Coughing sniffing and blowing. Total cost = $29.00 (plus consultation) + #27.00 (without consultation, then I realize how cheap is the consultation) = $56.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go drunk today. I mean, one of these days. The 3 little cans of beer is smiling at me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "She's so 'elegant'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Who? She? Ya, right, she really arrogant and I dun like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "What la... ELEgant la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "What?! ELEgant say ELEgant la! Sounds like ARROgant ma. Wa biang oei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la.. I not paying attention la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3196658423272035849?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3196658423272035849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3196658423272035849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3196658423272035849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3196658423272035849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-funeral-2-mcs-3-cans-of-beer.html' title='1 funeral, 2 MCs, 3 cans of beer.'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2178370570297293099</id><published>2010-07-28T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:34:06.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempting Heart</title><content type='html'>After watching this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TE-VZPAvr8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/UX2cG9Rgr2U/s1600/poster1kv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TE-VZPAvr8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/UX2cG9Rgr2U/s320/poster1kv5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498777930801590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realize that the one that you love need not to be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgUnKhKAP_M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgUnKhKAP_M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2178370570297293099?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2178370570297293099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2178370570297293099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2178370570297293099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2178370570297293099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/07/tempting-heart.html' title='Tempting Heart'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/TE-VZPAvr8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/UX2cG9Rgr2U/s72-c/poster1kv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6589918477524464752</id><published>2010-07-20T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:28:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth</title><content type='html'>Everything was smooth until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have lesson at SIM. I walk up the stairs and there was this poster saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At SIM, we help you step up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was walking up, I looked and the poster and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SIM, we help you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, I tripped and fell. The first reaction was to look around to see anybody spotted my clumsiness The second reaction was to finish reading the poster. The third reaction was I realize that SIM help me to step up but I fall down my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of everything went smooth now days. Hmph... I think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6589918477524464752?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6589918477524464752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6589918477524464752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6589918477524464752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6589918477524464752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/07/smooth.html' title='Smooth'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7149398714381786839</id><published>2010-07-03T00:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:52:52.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天空灰得像哭过。。。</title><content type='html'>It has rained the whole day and the sky was grey as if he was crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum called and said that granny wants to see me. So I went visit her today. She was bed ridden and there was an aide beside her. Her wrinkled face seems to tell me that she had waited for so long to see me. The dark patches all over her hand made me feel guilty. The frantic voice swelled my heart with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the first time we had such a long conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you remember that time when I was young I climbed up the parapet wall? And you were so frightened that you dash out of the house and carried me down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you were so mischievous when young.. You still say it doesn't matter if you fell, because you will still be reincarnated.."&lt;br /&gt;She swallowed hard after every sentence she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha! Ya, when I was 3 years old back then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her fatigue smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她要的是陪伴&lt;br /&gt;而不是六百块&lt;br /&gt;比你给的还简单&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7149398714381786839?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7149398714381786839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7149398714381786839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7149398714381786839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7149398714381786839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='天空灰得像哭过。。。'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-9051732562387025034</id><published>2010-06-12T17:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:36:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My childhood</title><content type='html'>I remember this when I was 5 years old... When I was still somewhere suckling my thumb during my kindergarten class. My teacher appointed me to take part in a role play. I think is it because of some event or function or whatsoever that's why my school will invite all parents to come and see that play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play is called 拔萝卜. A Chinese nursery song that something to do with pulling out the carrot. The characters were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;Mother,&lt;br /&gt;Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Sister,&lt;br /&gt;a dog,&lt;br /&gt;a cat and...&lt;br /&gt;a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a tree! With two branches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, my teacher wanted me to play the role of the rabbit. Yes, it was lame. But that time, when a teacher appointed somebody, the somebody will not have any rights to reject it. See~ I was brought up by an autocratic environment. Then that day I went home and told my mum. My teacher called and requested my mother to make a rabbit costume for that play because she knew that my mum is a seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day came. Seriously I was not excited at all. Whats that to be excited anyway. In fact, I felt embarrassing. My mum did a good job on that rabbit costume but the fluffy tail of that costume just won't stick on its place. So my teacher made me wear another costume that is more fugly.. You know the word, and you know what it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the play started. I remember the song goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拔萝卜， 拔萝卜，嘿哟嘿哟拔不动！&lt;br /&gt;老太婆， 帮帮忙， 快来帮我拔萝卜。。。&lt;br /&gt;(Sang by the whole class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first person to pull that carrot was Grandpa, and he failed so he called upon Grandma to help. Then they failed and they called Father to help. So on and on until the last character which was me! The rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when was my turn to help, we simulate a bit of action, and then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;萝卜终于拔出来！！！&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, sang by the whole class, and follow up with applause.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I reacted. Completely lifeless. Grandpa, Grandma and all other characters were happy and laughing away. The Cat beside me still thinks that she was a Catwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood eh?&lt;br /&gt;eh eh.. nothing else I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-9051732562387025034?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/9051732562387025034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=9051732562387025034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9051732562387025034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9051732562387025034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-childhood.html' title='My childhood'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4946888334758654304</id><published>2010-06-09T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:35:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a yellow flower</title><content type='html'>The story of a yellow flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since born, the yellow flower is floating. Then eventually it reaches the earth. The journey starts from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 24 years old now. I know what is wrong and what is right. It may seem difficult to survive. I know. I actually wanted to quit school. I told myself if I fail either one of the subject I may forgo about the degree I'm taking. Sometimes, it is hard to please everyone. You know I'm not smart. I really hope that I can push the time forward. To see 5 years later what I'm doing. 10 years later, if I'm still the same. Then think again, life is about to cherish every now and then. Even though the time is hard to move on but at least there's still memories for me to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who stay beside me, I appreciate, I conjure up. To those who had drifted away, I'm sad, I dampen. Well, people come and go. I reckon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late now, I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of the yellow flower goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/__2j5QGDyjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/__2j5QGDyjo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4946888334758654304?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4946888334758654304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4946888334758654304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4946888334758654304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4946888334758654304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-of-yellow-flower.html' title='The story of a yellow flower'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-346069221908529566</id><published>2010-06-03T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:37:48.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never renounce!</title><content type='html'>Some may see me unfaze in any other way but deep inside of me I feeling beleaguer. Supposingly, life is a choice. I second. But it's not easy to choose what colours I want. All I can say is that I'm a person that follow what my heart says instead of my mind. Alright, to be more define, I have an low emotional quotient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.. Times are hard. What comes next is still a mystery and left for me to incite my future. I will hence bite my lips through till the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nunca renuncien!"&lt;/em&gt; Says he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-346069221908529566?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/346069221908529566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=346069221908529566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/346069221908529566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/346069221908529566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-renounce.html' title='Never renounce!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6242801105523677236</id><published>2010-05-13T00:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:08:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man VS Man</title><content type='html'>Man: Ironman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S-0hV14s4OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/PgF19TwiODI/s1600/ironman_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S-0hV14s4OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/PgF19TwiODI/s320/ironman_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471065781450891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wow-effect: Mainly his suit. This suit can do almost everything. The most wow thing on this suit is that Ironman does not need to go to the washroom. He can just pee inside and the suit can vaporize his urine... Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: Beam from his face-palm. Once he shows you the face-palm means you must run. And this episode, he got a new skill. His laser that comes out dunno from where and slices everything into halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidekick: War Machine. A modified Ironman. With all sorts of weapons that mount onto the new suit. War Machine is a awesome kick-ass. But I think he should go for re-coloring.. Ironman is more colorful and friendly. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baddies have a kind of face: Another scientist. Swore to take revenge on Ironman because of his Father. Aww.. Sounds boring. Villains always use parents as an excuse. Why can't they be more independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Superhero effect:&lt;br /&gt;Of course he is consider a Superhero. He can protect the world with his created weapons. Although his inventions is also a threat to the US Army organizations but they can't expect more, he can save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Ip Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S-0iO9_rGBI/AAAAAAAAA54/IgGlw2o9_dQ/s1600/ip-man-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S-0iO9_rGBI/AAAAAAAAA54/IgGlw2o9_dQ/s320/ip-man-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471066762880161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wow-effect: Ip Man has no problem on 1 on 20, with or without weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: Wing Chun. Created from a lady called Wing Chun. It mainly is base on one's focus, balance, speed and fast reflexes. The bullet punches is one of the specialty, it is even faster than those hawker that selling ba chou mee when you see them mincing the meat with their chopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidekick: Fatso. Another martial art teacher that specialize in his heavy and sturdy fists. His ultimate skill I see so far is his "crab fist". Yeah, it did make an impact on the baddies and the audiences too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baddies have a kind of face: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang mohs. &lt;/span&gt;The thinks Chinese are weak. In the end, Ip Man shows them who's weaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Superhero effect:&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say! He defended the integrity and pride of every Chinese! He showed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mohs &lt;/span&gt;who are the real martial arts champion. Till today, he is very well respected. At least he is real. Ironman is not. But sad to say there's no action figurine of Ip Man's but Ironman does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6242801105523677236?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6242801105523677236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6242801105523677236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6242801105523677236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6242801105523677236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-vs-man.html' title='Man VS Man'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S-0hV14s4OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/PgF19TwiODI/s72-c/ironman_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7623328090459075285</id><published>2010-05-01T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:47:43.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is everyone?!</title><content type='html'>One day you woke up and you find yourself in wonderland. You search for familiar faces but all you see is pink rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey! Why pink?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Okay, you woke up what you see is turquoise frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why so exotic? Change!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... You woke up and what you see is butterflies and balloons. Then you are in the middle of the street and happen that you pass by a shop that sell sweets and lollipops. Of course you went in because you love stuffs that are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one around you. You held your hand in to your pocket and reach for your phone. You dialed your friends but no one answer.. You have no other choices but to share this happy moment yourself. Yeah, it sounds great. The lollipops may sweeten up your life the butterflies can brighten up your mood but only for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at the time, and you know that it's late. Then you start to think that you are wasting your time here. The more you wander around the more you feeling afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S9uxoLRaG8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/QqkatxDoVss/s1600/3401707595_914ace2b8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S9uxoLRaG8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/QqkatxDoVss/s320/3401707595_914ace2b8d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466157876522916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7623328090459075285?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7623328090459075285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7623328090459075285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7623328090459075285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7623328090459075285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-is-everyone.html' title='Where is everyone?!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S9uxoLRaG8I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/QqkatxDoVss/s72-c/3401707595_914ace2b8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2646055676329921950</id><published>2010-04-27T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:39:58.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>每一次</title><content type='html'>Dun ever doubt my Chinese! I got lots of A1 for Chinese during my secondary education okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次这个时候都觉得有点冷。 明明是大热天但还是有点颤抖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次看看星座写什麽都觉得它说的是对的。 明明知道知是巧合但还是会相信。 然后就回莫名的开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次搭车的时候都想要坐下来 ，但是又不敢坐。 因为怕被人会觉得我很弱！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的每一次总是发生在每一天， 都会是一样。久而久之，不知不觉，已经过了好几个每一次了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实每一次都是好事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime is a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2646055676329921950?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2646055676329921950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2646055676329921950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2646055676329921950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2646055676329921950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_27.html' title='每一次'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-683610376979064289</id><published>2010-04-18T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:39:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不能結婚的男人 &amp; 初恋红豆冰</title><content type='html'>I came across this Korean Drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S8sSngvN42I/AAAAAAAAA5A/4ffhQ7dBtik/s1600/20096179401735395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461479443129033570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S8sSngvN42I/AAAAAAAAA5A/4ffhQ7dBtik/s320/20096179401735395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I keep watching and watching and watching. I think this is a nice drama. Now the problem is I dunno how to download the whole series to my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and and and... I went to watch this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S81ZJ5MMtiI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CAFCrzazF08/s1600/ap_20100418120656439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462119949575960098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S81ZJ5MMtiI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/CAFCrzazF08/s320/ap_20100418120656439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet! Malaysia &lt;em&gt;boleh&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta boleh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-683610376979064289?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/683610376979064289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=683610376979064289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/683610376979064289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Adam and Jane</title><content type='html'>志明真正不知道安怎&lt;br /&gt;为什么爱人不愿阁再相偎&lt;br /&gt;春娇已经早就无在听&lt;br /&gt;讲这多其实拢总拢无卡抓&lt;br /&gt;走到淡水的海岸&lt;br /&gt;两个人的爱情&lt;br /&gt;已经无人看已经无人听&lt;br /&gt;啊啊我跟你最好就到这&lt;br /&gt;你对我已经没感觉到这冻止&lt;br /&gt;你也免爱我&lt;br /&gt;我跟你最好就到这&lt;br /&gt;你对我已经没感觉麦阁伤心&lt;br /&gt;麦阁我这爱你你没爱我&lt;br /&gt;志明心情有影寒风这大&lt;br /&gt;你也真正拢无心肝&lt;br /&gt;春娇你哪无要跟我播这出电影&lt;br /&gt;咱就走到这里准抵煞&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1351571990942312578?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1351571990942312578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1351571990942312578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1351571990942312578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1351571990942312578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/04/adam-and-jane.html' title='Adam and Jane'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4386892717107913857</id><published>2010-04-13T07:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:51:35.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown</title><content type='html'>撒把葱花加个蛋 不在扬州的炒饭&lt;br /&gt;心里正在怨都快关门 谁还未买单&lt;br /&gt;你说馄饨卖不完 正好拿来作晚餐&lt;br /&gt;我看著窗外的珍珠港 配乐是偿还&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逛一条随机的街 (柏林或米兰的街)&lt;br /&gt;找一种注定的感觉 &lt;br /&gt;(噢就是这里的感觉)&lt;br /&gt;我不惜环游全世界 踏&lt;br /&gt;破了铁鞋 来赴这前生之约&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找一条有你的街 (开罗或京都的街)&lt;br /&gt;找一种回家的感觉 &lt;br /&gt;(是时候停下的感觉)&lt;br /&gt;传说中的归根落叶 曾经多&lt;br /&gt;不屑 原来最渴望的 不过这些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;熨着别人的衬衣 想着我们的孩子&lt;br /&gt;叫什麼名字 小珠桃&lt;br /&gt;子 还是Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逛一条随机的街 (柏林或米兰的街)&lt;br /&gt;找一种注定的感觉 &lt;br /&gt;(噢就是这里的感觉)&lt;br /&gt;我不惜环游全世界 踏&lt;br /&gt;破了铁鞋 来赴这前生之约&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找一条有你的街 (开罗或京都的街)&lt;br /&gt;找一种回家的感觉 &lt;br /&gt;(是时候停下的感觉)&lt;br /&gt;传说中的归根落叶 曾经多&lt;br /&gt;不屑 原来最渴望的 不过这些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大红的灯笼高高挂 &lt;br /&gt;处处是古董和字画&lt;br /&gt;虽然很廉价 总算像个家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;普天下的唐人街 (普天下的唐人街)&lt;br /&gt;都是个巨大情意结 &lt;br /&gt;(牌坊后华丽的幻觉)&lt;br /&gt;可是你飘泊在天涯 一万&lt;br /&gt;零一夜 一定想回家过节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一条陌生的街 &lt;br /&gt;(华沙或首尔的街)&lt;br /&gt;种一种熟悉的感觉 &lt;br /&gt;(流浪将因你而终结)&lt;br /&gt;我已经环游了世界 踏破了铁&lt;br /&gt;鞋 是时候过一些 平凡的夜&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4386892717107913857?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4386892717107913857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4386892717107913857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4386892717107913857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4386892717107913857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/04/chinatown.html' title='Chinatown'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7491782661401562190</id><published>2010-04-02T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:36:11.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Educated</title><content type='html'>Then that day I went for my dental appointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this young chap. Around 15yrs old. He was wearing quite hip. Meaning, from the first look you can say that he's holding a golden spoon. He was behind my queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited around 1 hour before my turn. Of course he waited longer. Then here came his Mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Marcus, why you still here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: "Yea, that fellow ask me to come at 7pm and I waited for around 1 plus hour." At the same time playing his iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fellow? You called the receptionist fellow? What the...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "She let you waited for so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother then went knocking on the receptionist desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello... How long more? Why he waited for so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Yes, at this time is the peak hour, there will be quite a number of customer. He should come earlier to avoid the crowd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "SCHOOL LEH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's wrong with you!? That receptionist called your son to come at 7pm but he was came around 730pm! Isn't that obvious enough to think that he have to wait longer?! Can't you see there are also patients waiting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The education for the generation has somehow gone hay wire. I'm quite disappointed but on the other hand relieve. Because I know that I'm more educated than the both of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7491782661401562190?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7491782661401562190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7491782661401562190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7491782661401562190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7491782661401562190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-educated.html' title='I&apos;m Educated'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-9066472497221710178</id><published>2010-03-24T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:50:47.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taxi Driver</title><content type='html'>So I was taking a cab home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, taxi drivers never fail to have conversations with whoever board their taxis. And I have never fail to lend my ears to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah blah blah blah... (mostly on his history...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah..... blah....... blah...... (I did not seem interested) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya... em.. ya.. I see... ya lo... (I really got nothing to reply!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said something that caught my ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah blah... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will only follow what my heart and my mind say&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.. I second to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-9066472497221710178?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/9066472497221710178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=9066472497221710178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9066472497221710178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/9066472497221710178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/03/taxi-driver.html' title='The Taxi Driver'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4867671405577593573</id><published>2010-03-16T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:17:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S55c6Pjs1WI/AAAAAAAAA44/DY596cW66zI/s1600-h/10853818060456l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S55c6Pjs1WI/AAAAAAAAA44/DY596cW66zI/s320/10853818060456l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894754843317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐~&lt;br /&gt;我对自己说&lt;br /&gt;蜡烛点了 寂寞亮了&lt;br /&gt;生日快乐 泪也溶了&lt;br /&gt;祝我生日~快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clap clap clap clap clap clap clap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4867671405577593573?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4867671405577593573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4867671405577593573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4867671405577593573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4867671405577593573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/03/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S55c6Pjs1WI/AAAAAAAAA44/DY596cW66zI/s72-c/10853818060456l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3622132369749670834</id><published>2010-03-10T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:35:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody</title><content type='html'>I found this interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story about four people.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody did what Anybody could have done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it more interesting when this is what I'm encountering everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3622132369749670834?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3622132369749670834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3622132369749670834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3622132369749670834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3622132369749670834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-somebody-anybody-and-nobody.html' title='Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-5688899644973808115</id><published>2010-03-08T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:17:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've watched this damn movie. And it was totally awesome! Staying up late (and the endurance of the nagging from Mrs Ng) to watch this movie is definitely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S5PlCja_2RI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VeiQJ1eCuAo/s1600-h/avatar20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S5PlCja_2RI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VeiQJ1eCuAo/s320/avatar20poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445948206452037906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, humane destroys everything. Humane turns everything into ashes. After that, everything is back its own basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-5688899644973808115?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/5688899644973808115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=5688899644973808115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5688899644973808115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5688899644973808115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/03/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S5PlCja_2RI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VeiQJ1eCuAo/s72-c/avatar20poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2693166545233634248</id><published>2010-02-28T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:03:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>No need to follow what other people say. No need to bother what comes may. No need to react how does it lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just smile and do it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will find my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until the wind and rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will be a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way,&lt;br /&gt;I want a different way.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me now,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2693166545233634248?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2693166545233634248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2693166545233634248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2693166545233634248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2693166545233634248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1314168135918937444</id><published>2010-02-21T09:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:40:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>Music! Makes the people, come together~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when I board the train and nothing to do so I plug in my ears with some music. I made a playlist, those that I preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 雨爱 - 杨丞琳&lt;br /&gt;A song from the Taiwan Idol Drama 海派甜心。I never watch this on deliberate. Just that every weekend whenever I on the TV this show comes around. Can hear that the singer make an effort to sing this song, and compared to the previous songs from her, she really improved on her singing. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eK81FEqzE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eK81FEqzE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New Soul - Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;Yael Naim was born in Paris in 1978 to Tunisian. This song was recommended by Skitty. I like the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt; Sad to say, she's not really that pretty but who cares? Now days the criteria in the music industry is not about looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgEfYGzojcA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgEfYGzojcA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Nothing particular, just that it reminds me to be happy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to be, HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY! HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/blQkEzbfBak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/blQkEzbfBak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hana - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;Very motivating. Hana means flower in Japan. I went to look up for the translation and found out that this song is from a Japanese movie  called 一公升的眼泪.  A bit of translating: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;花びらのように散りゆく中で&lt;br /&gt;夢みたいに　君に出逢えたキセキ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like flowers scattering, like a dream the miracle that I met you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2ZAkBL5dH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2ZAkBL5dH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Love Will Get You Home - Christine Glass&lt;br /&gt;From Hong Kong drama, Moonlight Resonance. Very soothing and comfortable. No background instruments, purely vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKr0nBx76Ks&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKr0nBx76Ks&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eh, Eh, (Nothing Else I Can Say) - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Haha! This is cute! Cherry cherry boom boom! This is where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVEG793G3N4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVEG793G3N4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 爱你等于爱自己 - 王力宏&lt;br /&gt;Power... I use to listen to this song when I'm still a teenage dirt bag. No MTV but a live version of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKzRkBvs-4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKzRkBvs-4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love Is All Around - Wet Wet Wet&lt;br /&gt;1990s. Old school to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQQ6SfPZggw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQQ6SfPZggw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 青花瓷 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a Chinese song but it takes time to understand what does the lyrics mean. Not bad. The song from Jay that I like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMHuRzqfmgg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMHuRzqfmgg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 雨天 - 孙燕姿&lt;br /&gt;Needles to say, all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sa2I7IefI1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sa2I7IefI1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1314168135918937444?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1314168135918937444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1314168135918937444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1314168135918937444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1314168135918937444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3689555578262352304</id><published>2010-02-16T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:21:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夜宴</title><content type='html'>Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching this Chinese movie called 夜宴, although the CNY holiday ends today and tomorrow shall be the day of toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3q2asyZXjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/b0TbKS_cHqM/s1600-h/U105P28T3D1209468F326DT20060821135329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3q2asyZXjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/b0TbKS_cHqM/s320/U105P28T3D1209468F326DT20060821135329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438860069818687026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's an art. To have this kind of movie is an art. To watch this kind of movie is an art. A human's thought can be both easily transparent and complicated. A human's mind can be both sincerely pure and vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had willingly to stay up late to finish this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3689555578262352304?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3689555578262352304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3689555578262352304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3689555578262352304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3689555578262352304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='夜宴'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3q2asyZXjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/b0TbKS_cHqM/s72-c/U105P28T3D1209468F326DT20060821135329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4036849628467873200</id><published>2010-02-16T11:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:07:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Spring has arrived...</title><content type='html'>炮竹一声大地回春！ 劈哩啪啦啪啦啦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, another year of CNY. The year of the Tiger! ROAR! I was born at the year of the Tiger! ROAR another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oS9rFWigI/AAAAAAAAA3o/1RocAFDhAUw/s1600-h/tigger01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oS9rFWigI/AAAAAAAAA3o/1RocAFDhAUw/s320/tigger01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438680350749788674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigger! My favorite character in Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reunion dinner was really disappointing, Mr Ng forgot to buy meat. So the whole family was like eating green all the way. After that I went to meet 4 stars. Yes, the one and only cliche in my Poly years. We have mahjong. Sad to say, our only common interest. Haha.. And our Princess J is getting married this year, so in advance we congratulate her. Hmm... 7 years ago she was still a typical Ah Lian but now, shes getting married. So come to think of it, we knew each other for 7 years already. *Sigh... Haha! I mean, its a good thing to know someone for 7 years and still keep in close contact. (Photos are still pending. Princess J if you happen to see this please upload the photo fast. K thanks bye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah photos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HzYHtyrXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rmTx5uxF5lo/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HzYHtyrXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rmTx5uxF5lo/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440897420553792882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgot to mention, we were there also to celebrate Noelle's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HzfMHPcQI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9ymdXgL587A/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HzfMHPcQI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9ymdXgL587A/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440897541993361666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kind of 4 stars together photo is rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HznhtVuZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/N17PeJmbYCU/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4HznhtVuZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/N17PeJmbYCU/s320/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440897685229255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kind of 4 star together unglamorous photo is more rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4Hzv_2_dlI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Aq8Txkz-V2M/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4Hzv_2_dlI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Aq8Txkz-V2M/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440897830761756242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still dunno what is this for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4Hz1a9SL3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/bz5JZpKbpwA/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S4Hz1a9SL3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/bz5JZpKbpwA/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440897923935252338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As long as she's satisfied what we gave her is more important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first day of CNY the whole family visit Ah Ma House, my maternal grandmother house. Since young I used to call "Ah Ma House" as a place where my Ah Ma stay. She's getting old. Then she look at me and said, "Ah Da ar.. ai seng ban luk mai?" Yeah, "Ah Da" was my nick since young, "ban luk" is Black Jack. So she was asking me wanna play Black Jack with her. She sounds weak but frantic. I heard that she was admitted in hospital last year. Well, Ah Ma, to your good health, hope that you are healthy all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cousins were gathered here during this period. Then the eldest cousin of mine asked me this question,&lt;br /&gt;C = Cousin, R = Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C "So you still in army?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R "No, I have ORDed.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C "Serious? I thought you are still in army? Oh my, I always thought you are 18.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R "I'm, 24."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C "Oh, so you riding bike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("DO I LOOK LIKE A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAT&lt;/span&gt; TO YOU?!")&lt;br /&gt;But I din say, he always thought that I ride bike. Oh ya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mat &lt;/span&gt;is a Malay word that describe Malay gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R "Haha.. I'm not riding bike. (Not in the past, the present nor the future!)" I fake a smile and somehow annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having conversations with my elder cousins. They like to assume things. But I love my younger cousins, niece and nephew! I brought my niece and nephew for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oYGDdDOBI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-R8eUw7hecM/s1600-h/4322566726_3fd93cdbf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oYGDdDOBI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-R8eUw7hecM/s320/4322566726_3fd93cdbf8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438685992288729106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suitable for kids, but this show sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so CNY is something like that. Meet with the relatives once a  year unless for special occasions. Those that you seldom chat with. Then when they ask you stupid question like "Oh so when you bringing your girlfriend let Ah Ma see?" Yeah and question like, "Working or studying?" And worst still, got other question like, "This year 24! Next year you are getting married!" Hahahhahahahhaahhahahha................... Then they all laugh. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, CNY is enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oZ5Im9ulI/AAAAAAAAA34/tqD60rW0rO4/s1600-h/SNC00438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oZ5Im9ulI/AAAAAAAAA34/tqD60rW0rO4/s320/SNC00438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438687969357445714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherry Cherry Boom Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the vase of roses that I heart. It suits the occasion when CNY and valentine fall on the same day. And the good thing is, this vase is in my house! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY CNY TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4036849628467873200?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4036849628467873200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4036849628467873200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4036849628467873200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4036849628467873200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-spring-has-arrived.html' title='When the Spring has arrived...'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S3oS9rFWigI/AAAAAAAAA3o/1RocAFDhAUw/s72-c/tigger01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6261958030639210298</id><published>2010-02-07T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:07:39.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Golden!</title><content type='html'>The year 2010 CNY, and Bravo proudly presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S265H8KER1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/zeKqm7tl3aw/s1600-h/21040_294594331259_697791259_3854484_6348121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S265H8KER1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/zeKqm7tl3aw/s320/21040_294594331259_697791259_3854484_6348121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435485346341341010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are not what you think we are! We are Golden! We are Golden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bravo dreams in a Bravo circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running around like a soldier on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gives a damn whether you are not present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No giving up when we're young and we want some!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course it went well... But last year was still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6261958030639210298?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6261958030639210298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6261958030639210298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6261958030639210298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6261958030639210298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-golden.html' title='We are Golden!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S265H8KER1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/zeKqm7tl3aw/s72-c/21040_294594331259_697791259_3854484_6348121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3007619688415776816</id><published>2010-02-03T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:38:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.18pm</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that I'm doing this right now, at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought back my work load and have to finish up before I start work tomorrow. I think this is serious, as in, bringing back work load to do at home is totally a loser! It shows that you are not efficient enough because you can't finish your work during working hours. This is the first time and I'm worried there will be a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you have to tally up your work and the number of products that you tally is around 2000++. And then your materials and resources are limited. And then you do your tabulation wrong  and you have to start all over again. And then your school assignment is due at the following Wednesday. And then you still have not yet book for your IPPT. And then you are hungry and you feel like eating pineapple tarts but that pineapple tarts container is sealed with DUNNO WHAT TYPE OF TAPE AND YOU CANNOT OPEN IT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating... Very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least you realize that the wind outside is blowing and when it brushes your hair you feel very relax. At least your colleagues are nice and help you in the tabulation. At least your course mates are helpful and diligent so that the assignment is around 50% done. At least there's a stadium near your house and you can train your running every Sunday. At least you still have pineapple tarts at your dinning table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least la.. Better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then what are you doing now? I guess you are sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3007619688415776816?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3007619688415776816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3007619688415776816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3007619688415776816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3007619688415776816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/02/1135am.html' title='11.18pm'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7902303147567712855</id><published>2010-01-24T14:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:51:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta boleh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short trip to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kukup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrTyLdFDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UvpjwFTTt4/s1600-h/SNC00422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrTyLdFDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UvpjwFTTt4/s320/SNC00422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430192500845122610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The durains are very powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vr7ka7GpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ZAFYIgP3xjE/s1600-h/SNC00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vr7ka7GpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ZAFYIgP3xjE/s320/SNC00431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430193184346675858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The streets of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kukup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrk7RIASI/AAAAAAAAA24/RWql_N4mAko/s1600-h/SNC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrk7RIASI/AAAAAAAAA24/RWql_N4mAko/s320/SNC00423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430192795342602530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrydop9qI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7_vx5TAMVyQ/s1600-h/SNC00430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrydop9qI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7_vx5TAMVyQ/s320/SNC00430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430193027906401954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The marine animals there also suffered from Myopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vsHvTLJEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2uKJ946AUkY/s1600-h/SNC00432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vsHvTLJEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2uKJ946AUkY/s320/SNC00432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430193393425392706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relac-one-Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrqw3UptI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zImEVLGPZ-o/s1600-h/SNC00428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrqw3UptI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zImEVLGPZ-o/s320/SNC00428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430192895629240018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From a lousy handphone integrated camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upon reaching Singapore, I said to myself, "Lucky only go for one day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boleh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta boleh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7902303147567712855?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7902303147567712855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7902303147567712855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7902303147567712855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7902303147567712855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/01/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1vrTyLdFDI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9UvpjwFTTt4/s72-c/SNC00422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4043702646521586546</id><published>2010-01-17T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:49:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1KFmeBTKWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_7vui5fvbaM/s1600-h/blind_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1KFmeBTKWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_7vui5fvbaM/s320/blind_side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427547396874905954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Based on a true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the boy at the right, his name is Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oher&lt;/span&gt;. See the lady on the right, she's my idol. Leigh Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Touhys&lt;/span&gt;, played by Sandra Bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is about the boy, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oher&lt;/span&gt;, whom was adopted by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Touhys&lt;/span&gt;. Despite the discrimination of others, Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Touhys&lt;/span&gt; groomed him well. In the end, Michael, also known as big Mike went to fulfill his potential as a successful linebacker and played in NFL. (National Football League, i think. NBA is National Basketball Association right?) It is really heart warming I should say. In Singapore, you will seldom see this. As in, Singaporeans were told to be racial harmony and gracious society and whatever whatever and whatever.. But, this is just only the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra's acting skills is really marvelous. Compare to the other movies I watched. (The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lake House&lt;/span&gt;, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Congeniality&lt;/span&gt;, sad to say only these 2 movies that I had deep impression of her.) I like the way when she brushed herself off when she's know that she's going to cry. I like the way she reacted when other people show disrespect to her. I like the way she educated Michael. Those emotional scenes can really touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to watch this kind of movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4043702646521586546?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4043702646521586546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4043702646521586546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4043702646521586546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4043702646521586546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/01/blind-side.html' title='The Blind Side'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/S1KFmeBTKWI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_7vui5fvbaM/s72-c/blind_side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2903057436080289690</id><published>2010-01-15T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:40:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Hehe! I see the light! At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fufufufufufufufufufu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2903057436080289690?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2903057436080289690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2903057436080289690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2903057436080289690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2903057436080289690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7933995822443868894</id><published>2010-01-07T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:19:15.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsive purchasing</title><content type='html'>I did mention that I just bought an ipod Touch couple days ago and I realize that I should have fork out more money to buy an iphone instead of ipod Touch. These 2 gadgets are the same just that iphone = ipod Touch + cellphone. Which means, I can sell away my previous cellphone if I have an iphone. Then now, wherever I go, I need to carry these 2 gadgets. I remembered one of my friend had told me about this issue before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, and I think that I should be more focus 0n what-to-buy next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, M1 now offering cheap mobile phone plans for iphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh (for the second time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为~ 什~ 麽~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind! Look forward! What done cannot be undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7933995822443868894?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7933995822443868894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7933995822443868894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7933995822443868894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7933995822443868894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/01/impulsive-purchasing.html' title='Impulsive purchasing'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6263229291198502069</id><published>2010-01-03T07:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:36:01.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din really notice I had gone through another year. I only know that I went out quite often this week. Haha, it is quite ironic as in, I have a friend whom message me the other day, saying why I keep staying at home even though I have a lot of friends. Her main point to me is that I should really take the initiative to call people out to have some fun and maybe to stay happy for a while. My reply to her is that I dun really like crowded places. Mostly, I preferred to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during this Christmas-and-New-Year-combo holidays, I was mostly outside. Well, what I did was really having hell lots of fun. And yes, this had made me happy for a while. Even though countdown at Marina Bay was really an unnecessary event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought a new gadget. Ha! Justea told me that this gadget is really a good investment and useful. Yeah, I agreed. I downloaded "Cooking Mama" (a cooking game and need a lot of movement while playing) And just now, I shake too hard until my Ipod Touch flew over to my sofa. Luckily it landed on my sofa, or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new pair of specs. The previous one was stranded at St James. Actually I am thinking new year with a new look. At least something new to present myself so that other people (mainly strangers) will have a deeper impression towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my laptop wall paper, my msn display picture and my facebook cover picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my key chains and threw away the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Doreamon Lucky Charm (cost me only $2.00) at Mac Donald's. To tell me I will be more luckier than 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enrolled for my degree course. My orientation day is at the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to look back at &lt;a href="http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year.html"&gt;this, &lt;/a&gt;I really din fulfill all my resolutions in 2009. Then I think again, although not all, but mainly all of them I have succeed in gaining/overcoming them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more faith and hope but my confidence level still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love animals. I fed the tom cat outside until he was murdered by the stray dogs somewhere in July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my driving licence in April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, I hate bitter gourds. I simply cannot love them any further. Please teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, through most of my friends and colleagues, I still have all the whatever-good-traits-you-name-it-I-have-it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always misuse the F word. F**k Starhub. He really piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my planet. I support Captain Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think whatever I do or I dress, I still can be easily recognized by others that I'm an Otaku. I failed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep early or dun sleep too late is the same thing okay... I think this is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one.. I think I scored an A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6263229291198502069?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6263229291198502069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6263229291198502069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6263229291198502069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6263229291198502069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1822992858598756592</id><published>2009-12-16T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:55:13.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimician</title><content type='html'>I got a friend who said to me few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really envy you, you are always so optimistic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1822992858598756592?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1822992858598756592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1822992858598756592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1822992858598756592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1822992858598756592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/12/optimician.html' title='Optimician'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1935122842529973068</id><published>2009-12-13T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:05:24.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wraith Pined to the Mist (And Other Games)</title><content type='html'>Let's have bizarre celebrations&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget who forget what forget where&lt;br /&gt;We'll have bizarre celebrations&lt;br /&gt;I'll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're in Antarctica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have bizarre celebrations&lt;br /&gt;Lets forget when forget what forget how&lt;br /&gt;We'll have bizarre celebrations&lt;br /&gt;We'll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never die&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep growing younger with you&lt;br /&gt;And you'll grow younger too&lt;br /&gt;now it seems too lovely to be true&lt;br /&gt;but I know the best things always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're in Antarctica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Montreal &lt;br /&gt;Sunladic Twins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1935122842529973068?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1935122842529973068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1935122842529973068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1935122842529973068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1935122842529973068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/12/wraith-pined-to-mist.html' title='Wraith Pined to the Mist (And Other Games)'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-862525537784018075</id><published>2009-12-07T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:33:00.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>入戏</title><content type='html'>“铺天盖地是你完美演技。&lt;br /&gt;一句抱歉说的煽情。&lt;br /&gt;坏人我做就可以。&lt;br /&gt;若即若离是你完美演技。&lt;br /&gt;那里热闹往哪里去，&lt;br /&gt;都随你。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我一直太入戏。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-862525537784018075?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/862525537784018075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=862525537784018075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/862525537784018075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/862525537784018075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='入戏'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3733473312783371681</id><published>2009-11-30T17:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:42:05.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybardy loves Robert</title><content type='html'>I wrote this because today is the end of November and end of November is the end of Part 1 of our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, because I just wanna express my thoughts for the month November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! Actually I wanna introduce some of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH!!!!! Actually wanna add 1 more blog post to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's shorter than me 1 head and 20 years older than me. Ok he's the manager here, and my driver whom drives me to work everyday. (Everyday except today because his car went to the garage for repair; I named his car yellow submarine.) He always talk with a lot of gestures. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Robert-kia, I tell you huh, that Mr Ho (then he will put his right hand up) is a backstabber! Last time he told me... (then his left hand pointing dunno-where) Now he tell me... (Both hands on the air) So now he will... (suddenly stand up and hands always not at the same position...) So you must be careful ar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hookay, so your point is...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another uncle whom is 20++ older than me and a huge stomach. Beer is the culprit, says he. A very responsible uncle I must say. And, he likes to tell me dirty jokes that I'm not interested with. So one day, I challenged him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ric, listen up. One day, there were one black cat and one white cat. Then they having a stroll in the park. Out of the sudden, black cat drop into a well. Black cat was so panicked at this time. He look up and said something to the white cat. And my question is, what did the black cat said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked puzzled and I know that I've won this round... He then gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The black cat said... 'Meow!' How can a cat talk! WA LAU EH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied and feeling very proud. My senses telling me that my jokes are better than his. However, he said these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the f*ck Robert! This kind of lame joke you dare to tell me ar!!! What the f*ck! (Yeah he repeated twice)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's better and he made some amendments with my joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The black cat and the white cat know that there's a wishing well! Whatever you wish for you just shout and jump in to the well and your wish will come true. Then the white cat jumped into the well and shouted. 'I WANT A BIG BREAST!!' And prrrrringgg! She got a pair of big breast! Then the black cat saw what happened and follow the white cat. She ran towards the well and suddenly, she tripped on something fell in to the well. Just right before she fell in to the well she scolded 'WA CCB!!!' Then when the black cat came out of the well she was very smelly. OK END!! NOW MINE WAS MORE FUNNIER! WAHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all my colleagues laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lam&lt;/span&gt; (I pronounce him as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lamb&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The pampered guy that born-in-Vietnam-but-stayed-in-UK-and-now-working-in-SG fella. He dunno Mandrin. He only knows how to speak Cantonese and English with a British accent. He got iphone and this makes me hate him soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andie! Where's my door! I thought I told you since last week! You promised me!" (With a very annoying British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's M! Tell her she's f*cking lazy! Tell her!" (He always tell me but in front of M, he keep quiet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"POK KAI LA ROBERT!!" (I still dunno what's the meaning of 'POK KAI')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robert likes me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will shout, "POK KAI LA MR LAMB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the legend. My ex boss. A very annoying pest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Robert so how's the progress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HAR!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andie so how's the progress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ric so how's the progress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"PARDON?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H so how's the progress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HUH?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Ho so how's the progress?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NI GONG XIA MI?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE LIKES TO SPEAK VERY SOFT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current boss. Driving Toyota Camry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Robert, see I brought you from hell to heaven. Now who's better? Me or Mikenga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Jo, you think you drive Camry big f*ck ar! Here also same lo! Bleah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still have to thank him, he made me bring home more $$ than before.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like to imitate all of them. Because I'm very observant. My imitating skills cheer my team up most of the time. Everybardy loves Robert. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have fun during work, or else life will be so dull.. So many will ask, what am I doing? Why am I so busy now a days? Actually it is all because of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SxOYZDjMLyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KeDHu83Aj50/s1600/05newlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SxOYZDjMLyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KeDHu83Aj50/s320/05newlogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409835133619154722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dun call yourself a Singaporean if you dunno what is this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3733473312783371681?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3733473312783371681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3733473312783371681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3733473312783371681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3733473312783371681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybardy-loves-robert.html' title='Everybardy loves Robert'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SxOYZDjMLyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KeDHu83Aj50/s72-c/05newlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-963950915816646155</id><published>2009-11-24T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:28:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>After a long day, it's good to buy something to make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SwvpiR7s-LI/AAAAAAAAA2M/hZijygGgbs8/s1600/SNC00372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SwvpiR7s-LI/AAAAAAAAA2M/hZijygGgbs8/s320/SNC00372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407672552727050418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See! So simple! And this egg made me happy for only around 2.4 seconds. That's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-963950915816646155?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/963950915816646155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=963950915816646155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/963950915816646155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/963950915816646155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SwvpiR7s-LI/AAAAAAAAA2M/hZijygGgbs8/s72-c/SNC00372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7376420738667687531</id><published>2009-11-20T17:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:20:58.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>Adults like figures. They like to ask questions like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much you earn per month?"&lt;br /&gt;"When you get marry?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is your age?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I like to ask questions too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are we going to the playground? The one that got sand..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why caterpillar got wings when the grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why must I go to school..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why must I eat egg yolk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like asking questions, but I dun like figures at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When is my holiday?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can I go home now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Why you dun like me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"When can we be together?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7376420738667687531?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7376420738667687531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7376420738667687531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7376420738667687531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7376420738667687531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-prince.html' title='The Little Prince'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-8858029407615084575</id><published>2009-11-14T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:32:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend</title><content type='html'>“一个人无理取闹&lt;br /&gt;两人世界的煎熬&lt;br /&gt;我被自己困在自己设下的圈套。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that actually I quite naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate Novembers, initially I thought it is sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-8858029407615084575?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/8858029407615084575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=8858029407615084575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8858029407615084575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8858029407615084575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretend.html' title='Pretend'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-5783599034945272134</id><published>2009-11-04T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:45:48.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一件十分的 T-shirt</title><content type='html'>You want to buy a T- shirt,&lt;br /&gt;You seek advice from others,&lt;br /&gt;Others say it is nice.&lt;br /&gt;You bought that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;That is not 一件十分的 T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to buy a T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;You choose a T-shirt,&lt;br /&gt;You think its nice,&lt;br /&gt;Others say no.&lt;br /&gt;But you still buy that shirt&lt;br /&gt;That is 一件十分的 T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You thought you are happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually you know best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;piness is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But actually you know happiness need to be shared. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always walking alone. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sleepless night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wake up at 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And you dun wan this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But who understands? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-5783599034945272134?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/5783599034945272134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=5783599034945272134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5783599034945272134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5783599034945272134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/11/t-shirt.html' title='一件十分的 T-shirt'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6719336454579101961</id><published>2009-10-27T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:45:33.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When happiness is still a choice</title><content type='html'>When happiness is still a choice, there's nothing much you want to demand for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workplace is like a sauna. Yeah, that air-con is damaged since yesterday morning. Of course, humans like us need comfort. With this kind of situation, I have to admit that I'm feeling very fitful. Just imagine, when you are sweating all over at your work desk and the deadline for submitting your work is this coming Friday, wouldn't you be panic? I can sense pressure from different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel miserable. Indeed, this has no one to blame. But I really wonder, when will this indigence ends? The problems come like waves, ever since I posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is just a small matter, one who always complaint will never do something great. Take a deep breath and do whatever I can. I need not to be the best, but I dun want to be the worst as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a choice, I choose to be happy. I choose to take pressure as pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6719336454579101961?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6719336454579101961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6719336454579101961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6719336454579101961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6719336454579101961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='When happiness is still a choice'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1528352054649236243</id><published>2009-10-24T14:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:45:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Human Race 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKgL7MfgAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3CrdoN_NgbQ/s1600-h/toppic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKgL7MfgAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3CrdoN_NgbQ/s320/toppic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396051430272368642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never sweat like this for a long time. Must apologize to them, because of me we spend more time finish up the race. Yes, because I kept stopping and they have to wait for me. I think I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKgtcoKM4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/yJmHl5H1jUY/s1600-h/7831_167227546259_697791259_3210612_1730370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKgtcoKM4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/yJmHl5H1jUY/s320/7831_167227546259_697791259_3210612_1730370_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052006182466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhGTB6SJI/AAAAAAAAA10/5MEaJNM43j0/s1600-h/7831_167227571259_697791259_3210616_8356787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhGTB6SJI/AAAAAAAAA10/5MEaJNM43j0/s320/7831_167227571259_697791259_3210616_8356787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052433102850194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKg2KTzI7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ToG2XvoSZSQ/s1600-h/7831_167227526259_697791259_3210608_5155756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKg2KTzI7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/ToG2XvoSZSQ/s320/7831_167227526259_697791259_3210608_5155756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052155884053426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhBUYhCkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XKTrC-DcJ6s/s1600-h/7831_167227531259_697791259_3210609_997612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhBUYhCkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XKTrC-DcJ6s/s320/7831_167227531259_697791259_3210609_997612_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052347566754370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhL2eaPlI/AAAAAAAAA18/u5O4-0wkPco/s1600-h/7831_167227576259_697791259_3210617_5893110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhL2eaPlI/AAAAAAAAA18/u5O4-0wkPco/s320/7831_167227576259_697791259_3210617_5893110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052528516972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhiJnk9iI/AAAAAAAAA2E/tw-jYRRLRJo/s1600-h/7831_167227556259_697791259_3210614_5050234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKhiJnk9iI/AAAAAAAAA2E/tw-jYRRLRJo/s320/7831_167227556259_697791259_3210614_5050234_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396052911612818978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed... I think I'm really getting old. My whole body is aching now even though I've done enough warm up exercise before the run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1528352054649236243?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1528352054649236243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1528352054649236243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1528352054649236243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1528352054649236243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/10/nike-human-race-2009.html' title='Nike Human Race 2009'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SuKgL7MfgAI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3CrdoN_NgbQ/s72-c/toppic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-392735699692816867</id><published>2009-10-11T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:57:15.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi Tasking</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad that I cannot multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another normal day:&lt;br /&gt;Colleague A&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Robert! How to write this email? I need your help, you know, I'm not very good at replying email.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I was doing my work with spreadsheet, then I replied&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... Wait ar.. You let me... do finish my work first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I realize that my brain cannot do 2 things at the same time. My intentions was to finish what I am doing now but another question just pop out and I need to think for that question, end up I type wrong of what I'm doing and I replied nonsense to Colleague A. Haha! It was funny! I mean... I typed in my spreadsheet what was supposed to reply in the email to Colleague A and I replied to Colleague A what was suppose to be typed in my spreadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another normal day:&lt;br /&gt;That time I was driving. Then my mum called me. I used the loud speaker function. Then my mum ask me&lt;br /&gt;"When you coming back and where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That point of time I was just outside St 93 (where is near my house)&lt;br /&gt;I replied&lt;br /&gt;"..... I outside..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum keep asking&lt;br /&gt;"Where? I thought you should be coming back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I call you  back later I'm driving hookay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was frustrated because when I cannot stand people keep asking me question when I'm doing things. But I realize that I cannot do 2 things at the same time! Come to think of it, that was really a simple question. Correct? "Where are your location?" And I cannot answer! I dunno what I was thinking at that time but I found it hard to answer. My point is that, I only know I was at St 93 until I hung up the phone. I blame myself why I just can't reply to my mum I was at St 93! The reason is, I was thinking some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I cannot multi task. My mind cannot be focused everytime. Can this be improve? They said learning Yoga can let your mind be more focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad. It seems that everyone can multi task but not me. This feeling is like, I'm like a handicapped. And my mind cannot be cleared. Seems like it has always be occupied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-392735699692816867?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/392735699692816867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=392735699692816867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/392735699692816867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/392735699692816867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/10/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi Tasking'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-868385800959562931</id><published>2009-10-06T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:16:15.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 downs and 6 ups</title><content type='html'>Complaint ain't gonna take you any further! I know this! It will definitely NOT improve the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new environment disappoints me as well. I think humans never ever like their jobs. WE ARE ALWAYS NOT SATISFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions and follow ups need to be done in order to improve the situation and you yourself! The only advantage of complaints are merely just to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said humans have 3 downs and 6 ups. We have to gone through this cycle before we enter our graves. And moreover, we cannot control when Murphy enter our door steps. That's why sometimes we have to choose not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ I feel so stress! Stress! Stress! Stress! OK whatever, I know that things will get better in the future. 3 downs and 6 ups. (There are more ups then downs.) So I guess this moment I have to be more optimistic. Looking forward to every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Life still have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Amphibian know the drought is coming. Although that time his life will be tough but he knows that no matter how long it takes, the first drop of rain will eventually reach the Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-868385800959562931?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/868385800959562931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=868385800959562931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/868385800959562931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/868385800959562931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-downs-and-6-ups.html' title='3 downs and 6 ups'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6470170914702095353</id><published>2009-09-28T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:55:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一个人心中，只有一个宝贝。久了之后， 它变成了眼泪。 泪一滴在左手， 凝固成为寂寞。 往回看， 有什么？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6470170914702095353?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6470170914702095353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6470170914702095353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6470170914702095353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6470170914702095353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4901458579054208919</id><published>2009-09-21T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:30:19.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.N.D - Energy Never Die!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You will reach your goal no matter how slow you walk, as long as you dun stop."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4901458579054208919?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4901458579054208919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4901458579054208919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4901458579054208919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4901458579054208919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-energy-never-die.html' title='E.N.D - Energy Never Die!!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-8047130569516162029</id><published>2009-09-17T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:48:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you feel being neglected.. What to do, I'm like a bee lately. I'm in a demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;You know, I made a lot of decisions. I have decided to step back to the school in January 2009. To make more friends and to power up myself. I think this is a sooner later thing, that's why I act early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the Nike Home Run, I dunno whether I can make it to the 10km. Most probably I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot of meat this whole week. I guess tomorrow I will be a herbivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I... I have nothing to report actually. I know that no matter what you will always be here for me. I can always turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Good night. See you in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-8047130569516162029?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/8047130569516162029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=8047130569516162029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8047130569516162029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8047130569516162029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2098263659763714895</id><published>2009-09-06T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:48:46.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandon</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not abandon you. This past few days there are no updates due to hmm.. Nothing much to be blogged. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I've learnt to be strong... I have decided a lot of things. I've been listening to lots of songs. And I've been reading a new book. So I guess I'm still cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours faithfully&lt;br /&gt;Robert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2098263659763714895?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2098263659763714895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2098263659763714895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2098263659763714895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2098263659763714895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/09/abandon.html' title='Abandon'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6606378033566268237</id><published>2009-08-24T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:25:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thinking, Healthier Mindset</title><content type='html'>There is a new advertisement that Government is spamming the media now days. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant, "Hey Monkey, how have you been doing lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey "Bad... What I'm working now can only let me afford peanuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant "That's not consider bad, at least you can still afford peanuts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey in deep thoughts then replied, "Yeah, you are right, at least I still can afford peanuts, better than nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they both laugh. (The Giraffe is merely an extra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct, it is good to have a positive thinking to have a healthier mindset. However, to think again, it's really hard to have a positive thinking for me in this society. I keep thinking that this advertisement is just a propaganda from the Government that telling us to be contented. How can we be contented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not aware about this, the society has changed. Thinking positive? Nah, there's a new trend. Selfishness has evolved. Humans not only tend to be selfish and yet they want gaining by not contributing. This syndrome will be the new trend and it is called Spite. Spite is evil, it is a phenomenon that occurs when a player's value of an allocation decreases when one or more other players' value increase. Thus other things being equal, a player exhibiting spite will prefer an allocation in which other players receive less than more, if the good is desirable. Humans today has learn to be spiteful. The will have minimum contribution but they want maximum rewards in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some vivid examples in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you have 2 siblings. Your mother, Madam Dae Jung Hu is an overworked housewife. After dinner, you and your 2 other siblings dump the dishes in the basin and walk away. The intentions are: Madam Dae Jung Hu will wash for us. You and your siblings only want to enjoy the meal (rewards) but dun wish to help out in cooking or washing (zero contributions!). You and your siblings are being spiteful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only you, Madam Dae Jung Hu is spiteful as well. Happen that one day she went to a supermarket. She took one item and went to the cashier to ask for a discount. The cashier replied that that item will be discounted unless spending more than $50. Without further consideration, Madam Dae put that item back. Her thinking was, she wants the discount (reward) but she dun want to spend more than $50 (no contributions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the field of social evolution, Spite has been nailed to our behavior as we grow up. Sad to say, it has became an instinct. The very first innocence of us has been corrupted by Spite. When we are young, we will share and contribute what we can willingly. However, as we grow up, we may think thrice of contributing. But we think nothing when it comes to receiving the reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With spiteful act in our society, it is very hard for me to think positively. But think again, if it doesn't bother me, why should I care so much? Hmm... I guess I need to take a break. Maybe to somewhere else, maybe outta this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6606378033566268237?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6606378033566268237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6606378033566268237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6606378033566268237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6606378033566268237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/08/positive-thinking-healthier-mindset.html' title='Positive Thinking, Healthier Mindset'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7713387983814795791</id><published>2009-08-17T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:56:20.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sunday we went to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Science Center!! Oh boy oh boy! It has been a long time since I've been there. They say Leonardo Da Vinci is a genius and happen that there was this exhibition for him at Science Center so we agreed to have a visit. I always want to know Da Vinci more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they are right, he was indeed a genius. His inventions, creations, productions really impress me. His existence made a lot of contributions for human race till date. And if without exhibition, I would never know that he's an Italian. I would never know the secrets of Mona Lisa Painting. I would never know how Mona Lisa Painting end up in France but was actually painted in Italy. I would never know that he had a big nose. I would never know that he was "happy" but he had a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this that impress me, I'm also impress to see that children now days are not being taught what they ought to do and what they should not do when visiting an exhibition. Yes, they ARE NOT being taught. Signage and notice boards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Please do not touch)&lt;/span&gt; are put up for a reason but still, *sigh children were seen fiddling with the art pieces of Mr Da Vinci. It's is a sad thing that parents have not done their part. I'm quite worried and I think I will have to re-consider whether to have a baby next time. Children thought that this exhibition is just another playground for them but this was meant to be an educational trip. If I were Da Vinci, I think I was not being respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SooXbhFgO2I/AAAAAAAAA1M/dDNVAPknq9w/s1600-h/SNC00269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SooXbhFgO2I/AAAAAAAAA1M/dDNVAPknq9w/s320/SNC00269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371131267098098530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edited: Okay, managed to take 1 photo before entering the exhibition. This is the bridge that was designed by Da Vinci. The specialty is that the was constructed without using any screws, bolts, nuts and ropes. The interlocking of each and every logs was used to substantiate the durability. Just imagine that you come across the bridge, will you be daring enough to cross it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too bad that they dun allow cameras in the exhibition, or else you all will see photos flooding all over this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been there, watched that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another movie by our homegrown director Jack Neo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where Got Ghost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe because of the coming Seventh Month Ghost Festival that's why have this kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when watching this movie, I really hate being Singaporeans . Maybe I'm too drama or what. Budden (But then), actually every Jack's movie convey us a message. For this movie, it tells us that whatever you have done, you must account for it. Dun ever think that Ghost do not exist, you will never know.. Wooooooo~ Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 parts story-telling scenes. These 3 parts has totally no linkage upon one another. The jokes are funny and some of the scenes are scary. If you are not alert or well prepared enough, you might get frighten and your body might jerk and you will end up embarrassed yourself because you are not man enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jerk a lot of times... Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny show but... I'm regret of watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7713387983814795791?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7713387983814795791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7713387983814795791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7713387983814795791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7713387983814795791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-sunday-we-went-to.html' title='That Sunday we went to...'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SooXbhFgO2I/AAAAAAAAA1M/dDNVAPknq9w/s72-c/SNC00269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6188854883644346719</id><published>2009-08-12T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:16:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad people deserve nothing</title><content type='html'>Bad people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Selfish, do things for themselves, unwilling to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Selfish, do things for themselves, unwilling to help others and still want to gossip about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Selfish, do things for themselves, unwilling to help others, gossip about others and everything they also want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can make an effort to go look around and keep asking what is going on but they dun want to make an effort to offer help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do nothing but give us hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on: And it's sad that I can only vent my anger here. After that, move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6188854883644346719?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6188854883644346719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6188854883644346719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6188854883644346719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6188854883644346719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-people-deserve-nothing.html' title='Bad people deserve nothing'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2104363720514879489</id><published>2009-08-03T15:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:37:56.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Alive (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a time, when people said that the 4 of us couldn't make it, but we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaUsdYg-BI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hw5nHrJibXo/s1600-h/SNC00248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaUsdYg-BI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hw5nHrJibXo/s320/SNC00248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365639497581131794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaUxWZuKuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/hkq4Rj-OJew/s1600-h/SNC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaUxWZuKuI/AAAAAAAAAz8/hkq4Rj-OJew/s320/SNC00251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365639581606488802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVDNIuRAI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8gAQ_PaPC7s/s1600-h/SNC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVDNIuRAI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8gAQ_PaPC7s/s320/SNC00254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365639888356918274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaU58CSceI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OKSvw41uPv8/s1600-h/SNC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaU58CSceI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OKSvw41uPv8/s320/SNC00253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365639729147703778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people said that we won't succeed, but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVZ2F2ZMI/AAAAAAAAA0c/X-tiZziPX1U/s1600-h/SNC00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVZ2F2ZMI/AAAAAAAAA0c/X-tiZziPX1U/s320/SNC00257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365640277307843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVf2wIwzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/D86u-fnyWnM/s1600-h/SNC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVf2wIwzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/D86u-fnyWnM/s320/SNC00258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365640380564423474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVpY-sCEI/AAAAAAAAA0s/tHNSF3tnwp0/s1600-h/SNC00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVpY-sCEI/AAAAAAAAA0s/tHNSF3tnwp0/s320/SNC00259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365640544371083330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVwfJ33XI/AAAAAAAAA00/X1PhqIQuPws/s1600-h/SNC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVwfJ33XI/AAAAAAAAA00/X1PhqIQuPws/s320/SNC00261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365640666287693170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When everyone dropped dead, we stand firm. We show the world what they could not predict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVP0FRNfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p2rpjWQ3Tc8/s1600-h/SNC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaVP0FRNfI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p2rpjWQ3Tc8/s320/SNC00256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365640104969844210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left 4 of us alive. With strong fighting spirits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2104363720514879489?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2104363720514879489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2104363720514879489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2104363720514879489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2104363720514879489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/08/left-4-alive-part-2.html' title='Left 4 Alive (Part 2)'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SnaUsdYg-BI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hw5nHrJibXo/s72-c/SNC00248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-5669735463716354995</id><published>2009-07-29T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:29:31.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move Along - The All-American Rejects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-5669735463716354995?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/5669735463716354995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=5669735463716354995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5669735463716354995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/5669735463716354995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-motivation.html' title='Self motivation'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4237640820673491699</id><published>2009-07-26T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:42:26.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity is the beauty</title><content type='html'>I like plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简单就是美。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4237640820673491699?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4237640820673491699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4237640820673491699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4237640820673491699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4237640820673491699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplicity-is-beauty.html' title='Simplicity is the beauty'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6600217907727173446</id><published>2009-07-17T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:52:09.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must love dogs</title><content type='html'>I saw him during my lunch break yesterday. I feel like sending these photos to Storm. Alarm that whoever tied him here. He was not very comfortable under the freaking hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn that whoever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAeEJFwhTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YUwSef3ED2A/s1600-h/SNC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAeEJFwhTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YUwSef3ED2A/s320/SNC00235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359316613079270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAeQW4YQiI/AAAAAAAAAzk/jsdjHSuFpA4/s1600-h/SNC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAeQW4YQiI/AAAAAAAAAzk/jsdjHSuFpA4/s320/SNC00236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359316822939681314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAecbeP0jI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Rb3OTFNqjLQ/s1600-h/SNC00238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAecbeP0jI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Rb3OTFNqjLQ/s320/SNC00238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359317030330683954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1800-911-SPCA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6600217907727173446?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6600217907727173446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6600217907727173446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6600217907727173446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6600217907727173446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-love-dogs.html' title='Must love dogs'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SmAeEJFwhTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YUwSef3ED2A/s72-c/SNC00235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6861943133289304377</id><published>2009-07-17T05:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:48:50.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good people deserve good ending</title><content type='html'>I must really thanks all my friends out there. For the enlightenment. Thanks for telling me the true meaning of "envy" and "jealousy". Credits go to Skitty and Justea. Thanks to Rogeroko, RX and Man for showing me the path of happiness. Your presence and appreciation really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes you cannot have what you want. I know there is still a long way for me. I know I'm always awake at 4am and you have no trouble sleeping. I know all these since from the start. Yet I'm gonna thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn to let go. I will still be good because my mum has taught me before, good people deserve good ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are just like water keep slipping through my fingers, and knowing that you have flown to another river, I can sense your happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6861943133289304377?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6861943133289304377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6861943133289304377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6861943133289304377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6861943133289304377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-people-deserve-good-ending.html' title='Good people deserve good ending'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4965647139636663506</id><published>2009-07-12T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:08:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>渐渐</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY2Ac9WatQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY2Ac9WatQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你转身走向来时的街&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;阳光刺出眼中的泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;原来离别正上演&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;挽回终究是无解&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见你微笑的脸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;会不会是你在表演&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;眼泪干了只是盐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;哭过没有感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你那样坚决&lt;br /&gt;(爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱消失眼前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;眼前是白天但夜般黑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;胸口正下一场大雪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;寒冷将灵魂冻结&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我却还不肯熄灭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;应该是任你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;走远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;但两个我正在对决&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;感情在心中沉淀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;已过保存期限&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;将我心冻结&lt;br /&gt;(你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;感觉我已被撕裂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;渐渐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不见&lt;br /&gt;(看不见这一切一转眼太遥远)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;地转天旋&lt;br /&gt;(看不见这一切)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你渐行渐远&lt;br /&gt;(一转眼都已经熄灭)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱已经熄灭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4965647139636663506?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4965647139636663506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4965647139636663506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4965647139636663506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4965647139636663506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='渐渐'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-8201005714221372824</id><published>2009-07-11T19:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:30:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of 12th Mono</title><content type='html'>This morning was raining. I must believe that rain means lucky. Anyway, I went back to my previous camp for a celebration. My unit gotten the Best Infantry Unit for the year 2008 / 2009. I feel so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay... I always blog about my unit life with my peers. Now, I want to say how I feel of my unit. Individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I was called a happy-go-lucky guy with a naive yet not-so-arrogant attitude. Whenever I am doing my work, these traits will go along with me. I must highlight that actually I'm not happy-go-lucky. In fact, I hate to be happy-go-lucky because this shows that I'm shallow. Seriously, I just dun want to do things and be a burden to others and I hate creating troubles for other people. That's why I keep reminding myself that whenever a job need to be done, try not to leave your sh*t behind. Do your part with all the effort. When suffer together, we will help one and other. 12th Mono Bravo taught me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are actually my responsibilities. I dun want to remember how these "responsibilities" issued to me. I only want to remember that these "responsibilities" had resulted my assets. By seeing them changed to the good, I have known that I done my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I enter S camp, my heart swells up with... a bit of pride, a bit of uneasy, a bit of hope and a bit of unwilling. I got this kind of feeling that I going to book in. And I remember how it feels until now. Those unwillingness still occur. Then as we walk to the cookhouse, I saw all my peers. From the A coy to C coy to HQ coy and to Support coy. Those faces I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video was shown to us about 12th Mono. I guess all videos are the same. Just that the compile all videos take before together and put it as "12th Mono" and sum up everything. But still, good effort la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our company line to taste some our memories back then... I always love the smoking corner outside our company office. This is a gathering place for all the commanders and the men. The insightful thing will be those cigarette butts throw all around the smoking box though. The bed where I use to sleep now was occupied by another commander. I just want to tell that whoever-sleep-on-my-bed commander he's lucky to have this bed. I think it has the best position in the 4-6 bunk. Haha! I still remember 4-6 bunk! Beside us is the HQ-5 bunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-con bunk was cleared. The first thought was... Where are the RISK and MONOPOLY? The entertainments for the ORD-around-the-corner commanders. Along the corridor, the toilets have not change much. Only that it was cleaner than before. Then we also went back to the PS bunk.. I suddenly realize that I'm the only commander that slept all the 4 bunks before. The 4-6 bunk, HQ-5 bunk, then the air-con bunk and lastly the PS bunk. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place where I hate to be in at first actually makes me and teaches me how to be a better person. How can I forget what I have done? The people I have met, those funny things I did, those memories I have collected... Always will be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess the ending of 12th Mono is this Best Infantry Unit celebration. The last gathering for the men and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until re-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Slh6C2WQwXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/BsGDRphsj5E/s1600-h/SNC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Slh6C2WQwXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/BsGDRphsj5E/s320/SNC00232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357165946124419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where I belong. I'm proud to be a scorpian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-8201005714221372824?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/8201005714221372824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=8201005714221372824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8201005714221372824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/8201005714221372824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-12th-mono.html' title='The end of 12th Mono'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Slh6C2WQwXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/BsGDRphsj5E/s72-c/SNC00232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1477695395205678870</id><published>2009-07-04T11:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:37:29.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sk7M_gzaJWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Pcc2EzTG1hY/s1600-h/Intestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354442398499480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sk7M_gzaJWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Pcc2EzTG1hY/s320/Intestine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in pain this week. I thought is because of gastric. So I went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "So what's your problem today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "I have gastric pain lately... Can you help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "Which side of it you feel pain?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Hmm.. That is not stomach, in fact that is your colon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, flabbergasted: "Huh? This is not my stomach? Then I'm not having gastric pain? But I feel pain whenever I touch here (my colon)!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "That because you have constipation." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, blushed: "Oh, constipation eh..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "I suppose that you have not been defecate for these past few days. Why not start eating more fruits and vegetables today? You will see the consequences. I will prescribe some fibre pills for you. Take a seat outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Receptionist: "Mr Robert, here are the fibre pills, twice daily and... ... ... Remeber to eat more fruits and vegetables! This will help!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh great, as I turn around, I can sense that all other patients were looking at me. Thanks. This point of time, I really hope that I have a &lt;em&gt;changkok&lt;/em&gt; to dig a hole and bury myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke! Now then I know where is my stomach and my colon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1477695395205678870?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1477695395205678870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1477695395205678870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1477695395205678870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1477695395205678870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke.html' title='Joke!'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sk7M_gzaJWI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Pcc2EzTG1hY/s72-c/Intestine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2202124051554665408</id><published>2009-06-26T06:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:25:10.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>Ahem* Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been providing tuition for my nephew the past 2 weeks. I love teaching people. Actually teaching is a honorable task. You need to equip yourself with extreme good patience and proper guidance to pass the skills to your students. To provide teaching for others is actually reminding yourself what you have learn way back before, so that you will never forget how to do it. My Zanden is only 8 years old with a poor background of Mathematics! Mathematics actually comes with logic. They always have one answer. If a child have good Mathematics background, he will grow up to have a good logical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day I went to his house. Upon seeing me, Zanden was excited. I can see that he wanted a tuition teacher so badly. He took out his holiday homework and came to me, " We have to finish this 200++ pages of my assessment book this holiday~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-! 200++ pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-! again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, never mind, I will try me best, anyway it is a sin to reject a child. So Zanden brought me to his room to start on with the lesson. The topic I teaching him that day was "Money". Alright, Money, doesn't seem difficult. In fact, we encounter "Money" almost everyday. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zanden, draw for me 2 x $10 notes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A handsome guy, and ten dollars at the right hand side..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome guy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's that handsome guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nor... The guy inside the note. He got a mustache one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... Okay, I know who, just that I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was teaching, Zanden really cannot focus. He kept fidgeting, look elsewhere, basically cannot concentrate and neglect my presence! But, I know that I must maintain patience and control my anger. Also, the fact that I cannot expect an 8-year-old kid to sit down quietly and study at the same time. All kids are born to be active. After for some moment, his mother came in. Zanden's attitude changed. Upon seeing his mum, he adjust the chair and pretend to look back at his assessment book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I continue the lesson, Zanden truly answered all my question. Initially, he was not focusing but the presence of his mother changed everything. So at that point of time, I recalled what was I when I was an 8-year-old kid with mucus on my nose. (*Sniff) Similar to Zanden, I was full of energy. However, I love to study. I love school! I love to have somebody to teach me. Apart from my primary school teachers, I really hope that at home, I have a personal tutor as well. Maybe because since young I hate being doing things alone. Yeah, that's right.. Till now, I also dun wish to do things alone too. Like, going out alone, watching movies alone, shopping alone etc. It always good to have companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 hours had passed and I found out that we only did 5 question... (Half of a page, -_-!) I was damn exhausted. Serious! If learning is difficult, I think teaching is twice as much. I suddenly feel that I must salute my teacher from primary and secondary school and those lecturers from my poly. *Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although teaching is a tiring job but after the end of the day, I feel very resourceful. And, I still hope that one day I can fly to Nepal to provide education for the poor and the needy. Teach them everything that I have learn so far. Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I about to leave his house, he said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So next Wednesday same time also hor??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see how it goes la.. Can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. Bye bye Mr Cheong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheong??? Now who is Mr Cheong? Kids are acting so weird now days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2202124051554665408?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2202124051554665408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2202124051554665408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2202124051554665408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2202124051554665408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/06/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-685839647492941855</id><published>2009-06-19T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:04:17.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞光年</title><content type='html'>This is the song of the Chinese drama that I have been watching every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RCRI9osTFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2RCRI9osTFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是谁从我天空摘走了星星&lt;br /&gt;一转眼 眉头聚满乌云&lt;br /&gt;从来快乐悲伤都自己横行&lt;br /&gt;忘了我也值得被关心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一双手一个梦&lt;br /&gt;一路上不断的俯冲&lt;br /&gt;痛到忘了要怎么喊痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过&lt;br /&gt;我的世界是零下的沙漠&lt;br /&gt;其实我也想要拥抱的温柔&lt;br /&gt;融化这颗坚强的泡沫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的等候让人特别失落&lt;br /&gt;锋锐寂寞把天空都割破&lt;br /&gt;还有谁能够紧握着我的手&lt;br /&gt;陪着我期待消失的彩虹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是谁将阳光都剪成了雨滴&lt;br /&gt;天灰了 快乐总有限期&lt;br /&gt;从来都陷在孤独的流沙里&lt;br /&gt;忘了我也配被人在意&lt;br /&gt;一个人一直走看着梦像做了又空&lt;br /&gt;精疲力尽有没有哪里可以停泊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过&lt;br /&gt;我的世界是零下的沙漠&lt;br /&gt;其实我也想有拥抱的温柔&lt;br /&gt;融化这颗坚强的泡沫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的等候让人特别失落&lt;br /&gt;锋锐寂寞把天空都割破&lt;br /&gt;还有谁能够紧握着我的手&lt;br /&gt;陪着我期待消失的彩虹&lt;br /&gt;那是谁的温柔留在我的小手&lt;br /&gt;微不足道却那么重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞把意志都吞没&lt;br /&gt;整个世界是沉默的漩涡&lt;br /&gt;有谁能陪我手牵着手出走&lt;br /&gt;带我离开空洞的星球&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有什么值得追求&lt;br /&gt;还有什么可以拥有&lt;br /&gt;把怀抱借给我是不是就不再颤抖&lt;br /&gt;有谁能带走这美丽的哀愁&lt;br /&gt;能让我相信被爱的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... Off to work. &lt;br /&gt;(Work sucks! I know!)&lt;br /&gt;~_~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-685839647492941855?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/685839647492941855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=685839647492941855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/685839647492941855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/685839647492941855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='寂寞光年'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3885456186431396962</id><published>2009-06-11T06:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:26:22.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post</title><content type='html'>At this hour, I woke up again. It has been a week. &lt;br /&gt;Then I filled with utmost of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgJ3cCyLze0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgJ3cCyLze0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is best to use a song to interpret what you are thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3885456186431396962?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3885456186431396962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3885456186431396962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3885456186431396962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3885456186431396962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7079450785899446320</id><published>2009-06-08T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:09:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I am only human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want to be a hero. One day I shall change the world, and fight for world peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was sometimes ago... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a person that others no need to worry about me. I dun need sympathy actually, just show some concern and appreciation will do. I know when I will excel, I know when I will stand on top of the world. I dun want to see myself doing the wrongful act in order to achieve my goal. I dun want to see myself as a burden to others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The world has turned ugly since 1986, 23 years later, it ain't getting any better. Nothing has gone wrong. I just know that I cannot control everything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can fly, I will fly to you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can sing, I will sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can survive, I will survive with you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be your hero, would you die with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are only water, keep slipping through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I am only human, I can't see my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7079450785899446320?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7079450785899446320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7079450785899446320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7079450785899446320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7079450785899446320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-i-am-only-human_08.html' title='But I am only human'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-184390870704267836</id><published>2009-06-01T06:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:49:57.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>I think I really need to see specialist. I suppose to be sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Sunday because it is super. ??? Lame.. Anyway, it's good to have friends to stay near your area, then you can go out with them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Musketeer of Jurong I mean. No one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking to bring them for the massage. It's called "Fast Massage", I finally know what is the name. But they rejected. I thought they enjoy. *Sigh. We went for a restaurant that serve Taiwan cuisine and it sucks! Mainly because we are not use to it. The smell of beef overpowered the whole restaurant. After that, dessert. Recommended by Justea whom can't join us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose for today is actually to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiMJxGtsRaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vY_1NroBw6I/s1600-h/3096933393_1dc9dbdb14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiMJxGtsRaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vY_1NroBw6I/s320/3096933393_1dc9dbdb14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342124322212038050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This show, we booked at 1905. When we went in at 1903, the screen was still black. Suppose to have some commercials. Then at 1932, somebody announced: Dear all, we are sorry that there is some serious technical fault that we are not able to rectify, please proceed to counter D4 to refund your tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main purpose for today is to watch this damn show but in the end they expect us to go home empty handed? No way! We have to watch this by today no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 2045 slot did not disappoint us. This show is amazing. It has a good base and story line. Mainly, machines movies will lead us scratching our heads all the way throughout but not for this one. I really like this. And to our surprises, we saw Arnold Schwarzenegger, the first Terminator. Yeah, I shall not reveal that much. If you want to see, please go ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is how Super Sunday ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-184390870704267836?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/184390870704267836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=184390870704267836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/184390870704267836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/184390870704267836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-sunday.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiMJxGtsRaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vY_1NroBw6I/s72-c/3096933393_1dc9dbdb14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4946739239126184438</id><published>2009-05-30T05:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:18:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Concert</title><content type='html'>There is really something wrong with me these past few days, I always woke up at this disturbing hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yesterday we went to Princess J's concert. It was her own mini concert after singing for 9 long years... Wow. I guess yesterday she did a smashing concert at Bishan. As a friend, I really feel proud of her because at her age, she already had so much in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBWFKXbhuI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OyUrakZHupo/s1600-h/SNC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBWFKXbhuI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OyUrakZHupo/s320/SNC00154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341363804743370466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the concert was a success. It really look like one of those professional concert. The lighting, the dancers, the crowd, the special guests... Come together and made this performance successful. I would say, I like her outfit most. I think total got more than 5 different outfits for this concert and everyone seems awesome. (I think she will be glad for 3 weeks upon seeing this!) Her vocal was astonishing. (Another 2 more weeks.) I mean compare from previous KTV sessions with her she really shows a lot of improvement. I know I can't even hold a candle to judge her singing but I never doubted her singing before. Her voice is a gift from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZ8SDA-oI/AAAAAAAAAys/WR-Xa8Mi_0w/s1600-h/SNC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZ8SDA-oI/AAAAAAAAAys/WR-Xa8Mi_0w/s320/SNC00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341368050232916610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZF4SbdtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/X63bbvOLI1M/s1600-h/SNC00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZF4SbdtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/X63bbvOLI1M/s320/SNC00148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367115605309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZN7VP2aI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Gucb734NfFQ/s1600-h/SNC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZN7VP2aI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Gucb734NfFQ/s320/SNC00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367253861390754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZWJlehsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/x1wurjas4z4/s1600-h/SNC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBZWJlehsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/x1wurjas4z4/s320/SNC00152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367395126511298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fans taking photo with their Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our Princess has a lot more to come... Really hope that one day she will stand at a bigger stage with her bigger crowd singing her favorite songs and creates a legend in the singing industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her loyal fans are always us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4946739239126184438?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4946739239126184438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4946739239126184438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4946739239126184438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4946739239126184438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/mini-concert.html' title='Mini Concert'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SiBWFKXbhuI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OyUrakZHupo/s72-c/SNC00154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2129192238567794782</id><published>2009-05-25T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:22:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Grumbles</title><content type='html'>I should say.. Shag is the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to site visiting today. Every site visit will lead me burn out. And sad to say, I realize that site visiting is unnecessary unless the project does not went well. I'm now trying to mend back all the holes. I just dun understand, why has it to be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it is not you, who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it is not now, when?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it is not here, where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen this somewhere, but I just can't recall. Anyway, I hope that I'm responsible enough to twist this project back to the right path and close it. I thinking that I'm being force to grow up. Responsibilities are thrown to me and causing me to make decisions. Compare 3 years ago when I was still a student, I was so ignorant. I shun all the responsibilities away, I tend to be unsociable, I was so naive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has not been enough, I will be going down tomorrow. Really hope that I will finalize this project soon. Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2129192238567794782?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2129192238567794782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2129192238567794782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2129192238567794782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2129192238567794782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-grumbles.html' title='Work Grumbles'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6004616405218335152</id><published>2009-05-22T04:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:47:26.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken by you...</title><content type='html'>It's 4am plus now.. I was awaken by a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went dinner with my very own The Musketeers of Jurong. After work, suppose to stay at office longer but in the end I left early to meet them. We had dinner at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiban-sushi. &lt;/span&gt;The nicest Japanese restaurant at Jurong Point. Justea went home after that while we catching a movie: The Night At The Museum 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starting at 9.35pm and we have about an hour more. So the 3 of us went around JP2 as the time tickling away. We came across this new outlet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Hey hey! Wanna try foot reflexology?"&lt;br /&gt;The signboard attracted my attention: $10 FOR EVERY MASSAGE! SIMPLY JUST CHOOSE 1 MASSAGE FOR 15 MINUTES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ango, "Okay okay!"&lt;br /&gt;He looked excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tan seems a bit reluctant. Mainly because his initial motive was to go arcade to play his favorite game, Drum Maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store named "Quick Massage" or "Fast Massage", I can't really remember its "Quick" or "Fast" but anyway $10 for a 15 minutes of a relaxation is really cheap. Their massage  not only consist of foot reflexology but also head, shoulder and back massage. I chose foot reflexology and they chose shoulder and back massage. The process for me was totally painful. I was enduring as he massage my leg. My face went red as he massaging my calve. Pain means that my body is not healthy at all. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensei &lt;/span&gt;analysis for me was that an improper diet, back pain due to insufficient water, easily fatigue, difficult of sweating due to insufficient water as well and insufficient breath intake. Oh boy.. At my age I already having this kind of problems I guess I should taking good care of my body from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 PSes going for their shoulder and back massage. I can see that they really enjoy just that Ango thinks it would be better if the process is longer. 15 minutes is really inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my lower body was aching. Then we went to see TNATM2. It was a hilarious movie I can say. The history of America came to live and do some stupid things. So on and so forth. If happen that your boss frustrates you today maybe this movie is a good one to forget your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very long day actually. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensei  &lt;/span&gt;said that I will be having a good sleep after the massage. Yes true, just that just now that dream spoil the whole thing... And leave me heartbroken. Never mind, just a dream, hope it won't be coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dun let it come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6004616405218335152?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6004616405218335152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6004616405218335152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6004616405218335152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6004616405218335152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/awaken-by-you.html' title='Awaken by you...'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4964710287483370102</id><published>2009-05-20T06:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:52:09.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Alive</title><content type='html'>BigZ said he wanna have a gathering before Ankit go for a holiday in India. Been a long time since BigZ and Rogeroko hang out with Ankit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some memories flash back... During the days when we had nights out, we went out  together. After that we rushed back to camp together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM4tK4OqfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Cw1O5gP8etA/s1600-h/SNC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM4tK4OqfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Cw1O5gP8etA/s320/SNC00126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337672332029635058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM4xwOiWmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/E8RAjG5o91M/s1600-h/SNC00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM4xwOiWmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/E8RAjG5o91M/s320/SNC00127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337672410774788706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM5CCavcpI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Vbu-rVQTtLY/s1600-h/SNC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM5CCavcpI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Vbu-rVQTtLY/s320/SNC00129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337672690535723666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM5HGVLN6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/wmrkZJ6ds9c/s1600-h/SNC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM5HGVLN6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/wmrkZJ6ds9c/s320/SNC00131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337672777485465506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing change. Just that this time around we rush our separated ways back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4964710287483370102?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4964710287483370102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4964710287483370102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4964710287483370102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4964710287483370102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/left-4-alive.html' title='Left 4 Alive'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ShM4tK4OqfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Cw1O5gP8etA/s72-c/SNC00126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7758962222103825407</id><published>2009-05-17T16:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:28:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo Team 12 - 170509</title><content type='html'>Whoa! This is the 5th match for BT12. Still, it is exciting and definitely a worth  to see it. Better than the Man-U VS Arsenal match on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start on with BT12, actually I did a lot of things on this weekend. First is we went to watch the match between the Red Devils and the Gunners on Saturday. Yeah, I'm not a soccer freak, said thrice already, but I just want to learn from the managers' gestures and attitudes. Because me myself, is the Manager of BT12! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_NkTFCJMI/AAAAAAAAAvs/u93M2MXN6N0/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_NkTFCJMI/AAAAAAAAAvs/u93M2MXN6N0/s320/SNC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336710106937697474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_OL3FBqAI/AAAAAAAAAwE/sWh9ojZjKeE/s1600-h/SNC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_OL3FBqAI/AAAAAAAAAwE/sWh9ojZjKeE/s320/SNC00122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336710786616240130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_N-Q3CPbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YKgTw194t0k/s1600-h/SNC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_N-Q3CPbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YKgTw194t0k/s320/SNC00121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336710553018711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_N1jdoPPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MD0cEs1wzxU/s1600-h/snc00364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_N1jdoPPI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MD0cEs1wzxU/s320/snc00364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336710403393600754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The taste like a cough syrup. Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Chijmes to watch the soccer match. Although I'm not a fan of Man-U, (or rather, I'm not a fan of soccer) but I have to support Man-U. Look around me, there are only Man-U fans out there. And yeah, there's Ankit whom just came back from the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT12 - The 5th match.&lt;br /&gt;Yishun Ring Road&lt;br /&gt;Against Team Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were against the team which is from 3 SIR. If not wrong, their coordinator is the previous mortar Platoon Commander from Support Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PZctv0YI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mZQHSzqzM6Q/s1600-h/n729083310_1790860_1902879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PZctv0YI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mZQHSzqzM6Q/s320/n729083310_1790860_1902879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712119569076610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PceTRDKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/joG3BCtq7vM/s1600-h/n729083310_1790862_7596410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PceTRDKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/joG3BCtq7vM/s320/n729083310_1790862_7596410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712171534486690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New member! Fahmy Alkaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PwPtbhAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/vefxt_fWiI0/s1600-h/n729083310_1790884_801346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PwPtbhAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/vefxt_fWiI0/s320/n729083310_1790884_801346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712511215076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another new member! Ammar Salim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PoLRHLNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YLpHW_CNynY/s1600-h/n729083310_1790870_4017823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PoLRHLNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YLpHW_CNynY/s320/n729083310_1790870_4017823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712372583607506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A goal from the penalty kick! Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PiAELdeI/AAAAAAAAAws/dXQZZrWzVDg/s1600-h/n729083310_1790867_3486099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PiAELdeI/AAAAAAAAAws/dXQZZrWzVDg/s320/n729083310_1790867_3486099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712266497357282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PleDkWJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mqQFDPr97CI/s1600-h/n729083310_1790868_584160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PleDkWJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mqQFDPr97CI/s320/n729083310_1790868_584160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712326087465106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salim is the man of the match for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PfL--TCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/QWTjHUU_37s/s1600-h/n729083310_1790866_3417356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PfL--TCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/QWTjHUU_37s/s320/n729083310_1790866_3417356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712218157141026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_Rk7h5UWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/n29E7TK5WK4/s1600-h/n729083310_1790873_573353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_Rk7h5UWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/n29E7TK5WK4/s320/n729083310_1790873_573353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336714515842683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our golden defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PsKM5MaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/olqTYsLe1iI/s1600-h/n729083310_1790886_371572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PsKM5MaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/olqTYsLe1iI/s320/n729083310_1790886_371572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712441016955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PV7VG0jI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-dkUuYyFH7g/s1600-h/n729083310_1790859_3426554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_PV7VG0jI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-dkUuYyFH7g/s320/n729083310_1790859_3426554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712059067748914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Store and more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_Pz_XcIFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Q7RvjWjJoEA/s1600-h/n729083310_1790887_6462066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_Pz_XcIFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Q7RvjWjJoEA/s320/n729083310_1790887_6462066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712575547351122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_P4DR3l6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FWRMtJVIIWM/s1600-h/n729083310_1790885_87278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_P4DR3l6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/FWRMtJVIIWM/s320/n729083310_1790885_87278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336712645317203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the scoreboard is first goal from Nigelinho, second from Syazzy. However, Team Yellow managed to equalize with 2 goals. Hmm.. I think we need some serious training. This is the first match that we had a draw. We will still be having another match 2 weeks later. This time around! We gonna win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7758962222103825407?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7758962222103825407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7758962222103825407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7758962222103825407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7758962222103825407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/bravo-team-12-170509.html' title='Bravo Team 12 - 170509'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sg_NkTFCJMI/AAAAAAAAAvs/u93M2MXN6N0/s72-c/SNC00118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3273754556148375693</id><published>2009-05-16T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:02:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>It has been a sad period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not in the air. I start to wonder, is it so hard to find love? Most of my peers are having a hard time. I can say that they are all down with luck for love. I guess maybe this is their parts and parcels of lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love is only for the lucky and the strong. Then I'm quite worried. I'm not either one of these. I know that we must be patience for love, and it will eventually find you. I always believe that I will not be walking alone, there will be someone walking this endless road with me in the future, and to share the joy, the hope, the sorrow and the happiness. But when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my peers, I hope they too, one day walking with someone by their side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the love from our parents are always there and genuine. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say love   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a river that drowns the tender reed&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some say love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a hunger an endless aching need&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a flower and you it's only seed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping now, there's a lot for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3273754556148375693?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3273754556148375693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3273754556148375693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3273754556148375693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3273754556148375693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-4520253583029881884</id><published>2009-05-09T09:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:29:09.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo ORD Function - 080509</title><content type='html'>Their time has arrived,&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chevrons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZRM45LxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CX3GWltIPVA/s1600-h/4334_86726381259_697791259_2199793_6471087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZRM45LxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CX3GWltIPVA/s320/4334_86726381259_697791259_2199793_6471087_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333626748254367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZU-bYvGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/3V6NIoZNxa0/s1600-h/4334_86726416259_697791259_2199798_3067024_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZU-bYvGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/3V6NIoZNxa0/s320/4334_86726416259_697791259_2199798_3067024_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333626813091986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZbDiQJ9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vuiLY9IxXw4/s1600-h/4334_86726426259_697791259_2199800_4256165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZbDiQJ9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vuiLY9IxXw4/s320/4334_86726426259_697791259_2199800_4256165_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333626917542176722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZe0PstaI/AAAAAAAAAus/duY1mW3SNF4/s1600-h/4334_86726441259_697791259_2199803_2996239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZe0PstaI/AAAAAAAAAus/duY1mW3SNF4/s320/4334_86726441259_697791259_2199803_2996239_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333626982157301154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZjuVyYEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LMFRw3mEygM/s1600-h/4334_86726476259_697791259_2199808_5071401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZjuVyYEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/LMFRw3mEygM/s320/4334_86726476259_697791259_2199808_5071401_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627066471571522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZpIZ1OgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MLEixUy6gRQ/s1600-h/SNC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZpIZ1OgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MLEixUy6gRQ/s320/SNC00089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627159367203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 - Upper Thomson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZvh8pGPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J5iUuqtM5Pw/s1600-h/SNC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZvh8pGPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J5iUuqtM5Pw/s320/SNC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627269303310578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZ2Kc-WMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/129HCKnkuH8/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZ2Kc-WMI/AAAAAAAAAvM/129HCKnkuH8/s320/SNC00091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627383255554242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZ-44ArcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oLn3GBbLJwA/s1600-h/4334_86726531259_697791259_2199818_1696575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZ-44ArcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oLn3GBbLJwA/s320/4334_86726531259_697791259_2199818_1696575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627533155937730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTaGdN9FcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Qbi8FdwTNA8/s1600-h/SNC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTaGdN9FcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Qbi8FdwTNA8/s320/SNC00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627663170737602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTaMOZfKjI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4lgwnDuf-r8/s1600-h/4334_86726536259_697791259_2199819_4913630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTaMOZfKjI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4lgwnDuf-r8/s320/4334_86726536259_697791259_2199819_4913630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333627762271791666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone had played their part.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone written their own memoir.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone created a folder down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made History.&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone make up to Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-4520253583029881884?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/4520253583029881884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=4520253583029881884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4520253583029881884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/4520253583029881884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/bravo-ord-function-080509.html' title='Bravo ORD Function - 080509'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SgTZRM45LxI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CX3GWltIPVA/s72-c/4334_86726381259_697791259_2199793_6471087_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-13129078740510728</id><published>2009-05-08T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:32:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>神秘嘉宾</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqdZOQOojAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqdZOQOojAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我踩着梦的阶梯走进了一座迷雾森林&lt;br /&gt;谁的心事被天使窃听泛起涟漪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间它帮我设计下一秒谁是神秘嘉宾&lt;br /&gt;小心翼翼揭开了面具掌声鼓励&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁闯进我的场地谁让我措手不及&lt;br /&gt;我早就预备的剧情你却给我一笔&lt;br /&gt;狡猾地致命地正中我红心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟谁变得亲密谁逐渐离我远去&lt;br /&gt;华丽演出共襄盛举唯有你的背影&lt;br /&gt;友情客串却留下刻骨铭心的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你按了我的门铃我终于从呵欠中苏醒&lt;br /&gt;紧张兮兮对你说一句欢迎光临&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全场观众都离席剩下我还在原地寻觅&lt;br /&gt;耳边听着谢幕的歌曲走不出去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁闯进我的场地谁让我措手不及&lt;br /&gt;我早就预备的剧情你却给我一笔&lt;br /&gt;狡猾地致命地正中我红心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟谁变得亲密谁逐渐离我远去&lt;br /&gt;华丽演出共襄盛举唯有你的背影&lt;br /&gt;友情客串却留下刻骨铭心的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我搬到谁的隔壁谁成了我的邻居&lt;br /&gt;鸣谢生命有你参与笑纳我的邀请&lt;br /&gt;曲终人散却写下不会结束的结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-13129078740510728?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/13129078740510728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=13129078740510728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/13129078740510728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/13129078740510728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='神秘嘉宾'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6329320589124116454</id><published>2009-05-03T20:21:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:12:31.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo Team 12 - 030509</title><content type='html'>Time: 0900&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Yishun Ring Road (Navigated by Justea, the CRT Commander)&lt;br /&gt;Team against: Rough-and-Tough (Helafiza's brother team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Bravo Team 12 match. I think we are into it and this is how we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather is quite understanding. The players are good to go. Upon storming into the field, thunderous cheer from the spectators, flashes are just like lightnings, the field become the center of attraction at Yishun Ring Road. It was magnificent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT12 Members:&lt;br /&gt;Helafiza&lt;br /&gt;Helafiza's friend, Uncle Jihat&lt;br /&gt;Marco&lt;br /&gt;Angruibin&lt;br /&gt;Wenjuniesta&lt;br /&gt;Syazzy&lt;br /&gt;Mohamolly Curly Hafei&lt;br /&gt;Ango&lt;br /&gt;Nigelihno (Captain)&lt;br /&gt;Hanjotato&lt;br /&gt;Felix Benjamin (The powerful name, Goalkeeper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitutes:&lt;br /&gt;Johano&lt;br /&gt;Herman Sharpenter&lt;br /&gt;Hazimofor&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah Jaykumar&lt;br /&gt;Arifu&lt;br /&gt;Ruiwen the new age gadget whiz (Almost forgot he got play...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager:&lt;br /&gt;Ricaro&lt;br /&gt;Justea (2IC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough-and-Tough:&lt;br /&gt;Ketupats x 15 (No I'm not racist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the players are doing their own warm-ups, we noticed that Rough-and-Tough players live up to their name. The atmosphere is different from previous matches, BT12 anticipated that they will have a rough and tough match later on. Apart from previous matches, BT12 had a new goalkeeper today, Felix Benjamin (previously the coach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2Mbd3ie9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZXakT57qr4Y/s1600-h/4241_77316208310_729083310_1728091_2801519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2Mbd3ie9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZXakT57qr4Y/s320/4241_77316208310_729083310_1728091_2801519_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331571937378466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The golden keeper for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2MxczpzbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lWXHN8rOkek/s1600-h/4241_77316343310_729083310_1728118_4493101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2MxczpzbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lWXHN8rOkek/s320/4241_77316343310_729083310_1728118_4493101_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572315050855858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BT12 having an OPS before down the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marco is experienced for every matches. He has his own team back at his hometown. He give a quick briefing before the players were sent down to the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first half, BT12 was steady. Every defense was firm and every attack was stealth. I think from the previous matches, BT12 gained much more experience. Sooner or later, we are heading the professional leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;T has tough players and skilled teamwork. Their players are more firm and aggressive. Compare to previous opponents, this is the toughest. However, the weak point of R&amp;amp;T is actually they seldom have long passes. They tend to use up their energy to run more, and they worn themselves out easily. While reaching towards BT12 penalty area, R&amp;amp;T created dozens opportunities to score. But, BT12's Goalkeeper is like the Berlin Wall; No ball will passes through him. That's when BT12 counter back and storm up to the front. With the skilled defender (Ango) and fast striker (Wenjuniesta), BT12 made the first goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2QdhUahfI/AAAAAAAAAss/LO8C2VNRvyA/s1600-h/4241_77316303310_729083310_1728109_7933178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2QdhUahfI/AAAAAAAAAss/LO8C2VNRvyA/s320/4241_77316303310_729083310_1728109_7933178_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331576370711135730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BT12 dominated the first half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As mentioned, R&amp;amp;T played rough and aggressive. Their slides are like knife cutting through and causing a vivid foul. However, the referee seems like a blind mice. He allowed the match to continue. Wenjuniesta was not happy with him. He even doubted the referee so called "professionalism". The spectators jeered of his "professionalism" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BT12 - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&amp;amp;T - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short rest, BT12 were back to the field. This time, vice captain Marco advised the team to play defense. By preventing R&amp;amp;T to dribble pass them with no commitment is the tactic for 2nd half. But still R&amp;amp;T manage to score through Berlin Wall! Because our golden goalkeeper could not have long kicks due to his old injuries. He passed the ball to Jeremiah but flopped. Jeremiah tackled back the ball and lead to a free kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2ZMMeVzpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iLiL8IoRAWI/s1600-h/4241_77316383310_729083310_1728126_6517748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2ZMMeVzpI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iLiL8IoRAWI/s320/4241_77316383310_729083310_1728126_6517748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585968662498962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The free kick that leads to an equalizer (note: Ango dunno smile for what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, R&amp;amp;T equalized the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, R&amp;amp;T dribbled to the front, our golden defender, Ango, and his quick reflexes tackled the ball. Out of nowhere, the striker fell. It was obvious (unless you are blind or blind) that Ango was kicking the ball not the striker. The referee blew his whistle and said this is a foul. And this happened in BT12 penalty area. So well, a FREE penalty kick to R&amp;amp;T. A FREE goal too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2W1Uvy7dI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jgWz0gc9VEo/s1600-h/4241_77316398310_729083310_1728128_547293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2W1Uvy7dI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jgWz0gc9VEo/s320/4241_77316398310_729083310_1728128_547293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331583376722947538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devastated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So R&amp;amp;T lead the score. 2-1. Damn! However, Nigelinho has not disappoint us either. He cleared the ball while R&amp;amp;T rushed to BT12's area. Counter attacks are crucial now. So, out of a confusion, Syazzy scored and equalized the score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The game left 15 minutes to end. BT12 released all their existing energy and storm up to the front. This time, a free kick was given to BT12 because of a foul from R&amp;amp;T. Right-legged Herman Sharpenter did a spectacular free kick and bring the ball to the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2Xr_24SxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/oK5Olgl10d0/s1600-h/4241_77316413310_729083310_1728130_4513114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2Xr_24SxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/oK5Olgl10d0/s320/4241_77316413310_729083310_1728130_4513114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331584316008319762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he brought us a winning trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full time&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BT12- 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;T - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ha! Once again! B12 won the title! The crowd cheered loud. Especially the Manager of BT12... At first, we thought we are losing, but in the end, we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2b7QJXf8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/t3vvEsCWerI/s1600-h/4241_77316363310_729083310_1728122_1926553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2b7QJXf8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/t3vvEsCWerI/s320/4241_77316363310_729083310_1728122_1926553_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588976125378498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He played only for 10 minutes and came back saying "Tired la, tired la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2b3zLPTsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IvFxshCiFuA/s1600-h/4241_77316423310_729083310_1728132_6321894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2b3zLPTsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IvFxshCiFuA/s320/4241_77316423310_729083310_1728132_6321894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588916808994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2x ketuapats are really something! Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2cAUiak4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/pqsqFskqqCo/s1600-h/4241_77320268310_729083310_1728300_6652336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2cAUiak4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/pqsqFskqqCo/s320/4241_77320268310_729083310_1728300_6652336_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331589063203525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he came back with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2by4SM6GI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lvhVBwjsEuM/s1600-h/4241_77316443310_729083310_1728136_137809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2by4SM6GI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lvhVBwjsEuM/s320/4241_77316443310_729083310_1728136_137809_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588832281028706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bravo Team 12 (Today has the most strength)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bravo Team 12 originated from a team specializes in jungle and urban warfare that had gone through thick and thin together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once a Bravo, always a Bravo. The memories embarked from their hometown glory - 3 SIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6329320589124116454?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6329320589124116454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6329320589124116454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6329320589124116454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6329320589124116454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-0900-venue-yishun-ring-road.html' title='Bravo Team 12 - 030509'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2Mbd3ie9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZXakT57qr4Y/s72-c/4241_77316208310_729083310_1728091_2801519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7689751278895094495</id><published>2009-05-01T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:06:30.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a coincidence</title><content type='html'>Weird.. That day when I was in the car, I heard this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你可不可以爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;可不可以想我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same week, I was at the shopping market, the radio also broadcast this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你可不可以爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;可不可以看我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, today I switch on the TV and I saw the music video of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你可不可以爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;可不可以想我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;虽然我对自己没有一点的把握&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;别害怕我难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;告诉我你真实的感受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;至少忐忑已告一段落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你可不可以爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;可不可以看我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;反正看或不看 我依然失魂落魄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;成全不是美德&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;拒绝也不是一种罪过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你能给我 快乐还是寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but I think I have fell in love with this song. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just prefer songs with meaningful lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7689751278895094495?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7689751278895094495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7689751278895094495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7689751278895094495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7689751278895094495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-coincidence.html' title='What a coincidence'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-7224885381944253069</id><published>2009-04-29T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:41:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P Plate</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahhahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why so happy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a new driver in town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-7224885381944253069?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/7224885381944253069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=7224885381944253069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7224885381944253069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/7224885381944253069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/04/p-plate.html' title='P Plate'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1050800989805671250</id><published>2009-04-27T10:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:13:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SfWFMRZHFbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/R6UQNW9S29I/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SfWFMRZHFbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/R6UQNW9S29I/s320/ATT00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312179936499122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated. Is what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be stubborn. I shouldn't be forgiving either. It is obvious enough that what I'm doing now is actually taking over somebody's job. Taken into consideration that I have 0 experience. How can it be done with a 100% mistake-free-job-well-done? Moreover! There's no one to guide or references to take. Yes, although no one has sound out a single blame or reprimand but I really dun feel good. It's something like my mind being ill treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong you will question why it has been done in the wrong way in the first place. Basically you need to ask for the History before you act on to the Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the person that know the History is not very cooperative. I treat him as a Hindrance. A big rock in front of the bridge where I'm crossing over. Worst still, Hindrance also show unnecessary attitudes. Maybe he's guilty, that is why he need to be firm to substantiate what he had done previously to show others where's he standing now. Maybe he doesn't like others to interfere his work, that is why he seems to brush me off while I'm questioning. Maybe he's hinting me that I should stay at my desk rather that approaching his. But the main point is that I need to get the job done through this Hindrance or else it will snowball till no end. Hindrance loves to make use his negligence as a boon that causes trouble to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think that the best system I have seen so far (sad to say) is SAF. Although I maybe wrong but compare to the organization that I'm in, SAF really show much more capabilities in working relationships. (By saying this, it DOES NOT show I got some tendency to sign on or whatever, please get this clear.) In SAF, punishments may not be appropriate but it is actually the best medicine for negligence. See, how many times jobs need to be done and we know that if we did not do well, we may forgo our precious weekends. If we did not do the right thing, others may be whirled in to the vortex. If we did not show the correct example, others may follow the wrong footsteps. In my previous unit, we care too much. We care too much for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that when humans are suffering in a harsh condition together, they will tend to lend a hand to others. But today, we are spoilt. Until a point of time that keeping our hands in our pockets is a better idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1050800989805671250?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1050800989805671250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1050800989805671250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1050800989805671250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1050800989805671250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/04/hindrance.html' title='Hindrance'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SfWFMRZHFbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/R6UQNW9S29I/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2318939881674193814</id><published>2009-04-19T13:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:11:22.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices from Heaven</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know who is Susan Boyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually she's a spinster. She took part in British popular variety show called "British Got Talent", and she amazed the crowd with her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;stunning performance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment when she entered the stage, you see doubted-faces from the audiences. Faces that assume that this lady is going to make a fool out of herself. Faces that giving nasty assumption, judgment and criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically because she doesn't have the looks. A 47 year old lady whom is jobless, never had a boyfriend before, never get kissed, never held a single hand and yet she's living with Pebbles,  the name of her cat. You see, Susan might be a letdown upon the first encounter, while you question yourself this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can a spinster do at this age?" &lt;/span&gt;However, till now, she has created dozens headlines of the entire UK. What a Dominic effect. I really hope that she's the next superstar~~ I vote one for you Susan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty comes from the voice, not from the face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the message Susan delivers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2318939881674193814?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2318939881674193814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2318939881674193814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2318939881674193814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2318939881674193814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/04/voice-from-heaven.html' title='Voices from Heaven'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2101675575301638163</id><published>2009-04-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:34:19.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天黑</title><content type='html'>It's a long cold night. Every breath may shiver. Cover the blankets when you sleep like you always do. Tomorrow may be a long day for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我闭上眼睛就是天黑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;一种撕裂的感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;嘴里泛着血腥滋味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;多么伤的离别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我承认我最害怕天黑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;梦被掏空的错觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我已不再是你的谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;想到就会心碎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a damn cold night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2101675575301638163?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2101675575301638163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2101675575301638163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2101675575301638163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2101675575301638163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='天黑'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1780159924489545567</id><published>2009-04-02T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:46:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 eyed</title><content type='html'>Yeah... The 4 eyed monster is back. It has been 3 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdqT-tfsqcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8CHLMeHTE6E/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdqT-tfsqcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8CHLMeHTE6E/s320/Picture0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321728615265380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I took around 500++ shots in total...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1780159924489545567?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1780159924489545567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1780159924489545567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1780159924489545567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1780159924489545567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-eyed.html' title='4 eyed'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdqT-tfsqcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8CHLMeHTE6E/s72-c/Picture0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6669898900481794109</id><published>2009-03-30T12:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:02:42.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure</title><content type='html'>Hi, I have been feeling insecure lately. A small impact can startle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I was having dinner with my friends, then there was this stall which selling noodles. The chef begin to pound the dough. So it was like, "Bam! Bam! Bam!" I dunno what's happening to me, but I was shocked by the sound. My heart tingled.  I admit, I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, when people trying to get close to me or trying to pat on me, I will startle too. Actually, I had this phobia since young. (Aww.. This is soooo embarrassing!) But lately, this has became more serious. My sensitiveness had shot up to the max. Seems like there's something bad going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life is full of uncertainties, so we should not bother what comes next. *Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have a cornetto ice-cream later after my lunch. I demand vanilla flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I need a vacation? Sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdBQS8TETiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DjG2CcnIJR0/s1600-h/2071262530_b9855b01fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdBQS8TETiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DjG2CcnIJR0/s320/2071262530_b9855b01fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318839446278524450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A true spirit vacation enhances the mind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12.49pm - O'K, I shall aim for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6669898900481794109?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6669898900481794109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6669898900481794109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6669898900481794109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6669898900481794109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/insecure.html' title='Insecure'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SdBQS8TETiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/DjG2CcnIJR0/s72-c/2071262530_b9855b01fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-6324801499073228765</id><published>2009-03-21T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:06:04.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ScRYd1GyYuI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FSc3MIVFbxI/s1600-h/departures_smallposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ScRYd1GyYuI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FSc3MIVFbxI/s320/departures_smallposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315470729699025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of friends said this is a sad movie. You will end up crying after watching. Ha... But eventually we end up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are some parts whereby it is funny, so it doesn't matter if we laugh. But then, there are also some parts suppose to shed tears, Ango starts to giggle! So I end up giggling with him. Uncle Tan keep remind us to keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is actually filming about a cellist whom lost his job but end up became an undertaker. Undertaker's job is to dress the dead nicely before they go on for their last journey. Simply to say, the are the make-ups specialist for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore in this show, you will be encountering a lot of scenes where people lost their love ones. See, upon hearing this, you will know that it is a sad movie. But I still dun understand which part can lead Ango to giggle... Think of the whole cinema when you can even hear audiences sniffing and then only 2 guys laughing at one corner. It's not my fault! He influenced me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then Daigo Kobayashi, the undertaker, is actually a abandoned child. He was abandoned by his father when he was 6 years old. That's why, he dislike his father so much. And in the end, the most ironic thing is that the last person in the movie that he need to attend is his father. He only get to see his father when he was informed that his father has died. I should have guessed. Initially I thought his&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sensei&lt;/span&gt; will be the one he will attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one scene I like the most. It was when Daigo played his cello on top of the hills. You know, seriously I was mesmerize by that scene. Indeed, it was beautiful... That moment, I wish to learn cello too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice movie I can say. Taught me to understand that death is not as scary... And no matter what, family is the most important thing on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-6324801499073228765?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/6324801499073228765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=6324801499073228765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6324801499073228765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/6324801499073228765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/departures.html' title='Departures'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/ScRYd1GyYuI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FSc3MIVFbxI/s72-c/departures_smallposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-657711432232053098</id><published>2009-03-17T15:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:50:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief</title><content type='html'>It seems like I'm all by myself now.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' some emptiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how beautiful will tomorrow be,&lt;br /&gt;Although today the skies are blue,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are white,&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is blowing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if today my blog is empty.&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to care about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Dun feel like working,&lt;br /&gt;Nor entangling myself,&lt;br /&gt;No need deliberately to think of you.&lt;br /&gt;That I know those will come, will come,&lt;br /&gt;Might be a challenge whom I shall not abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple slight of your smile actually warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to withstand, but it teaches me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen troubles coming my way,&lt;br /&gt;and I have become timid and pusillanimous.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I've choose to believe,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in my feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One day when the truth is unmasked,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that time I have already dishearten.&lt;br /&gt;At least this moment,&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me&lt;br /&gt;To believe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8ZMg4yD6zQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8ZMg4yD6zQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8ZMg4yD6zQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8ZMg4yD6zQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-657711432232053098?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/657711432232053098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=657711432232053098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/657711432232053098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/657711432232053098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/belief.html' title='Belief'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-3187398326185309154</id><published>2009-03-15T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:56:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sb0WG9VjHRI/AAAAAAAAArs/YKWWUVm49nU/s1600-h/SNC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sb0WG9VjHRI/AAAAAAAAArs/YKWWUVm49nU/s320/SNC00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427444167023890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;(clap clap clap clap clap clap clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.53pm - Oysters for birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-3187398326185309154?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/3187398326185309154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=3187398326185309154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3187398326185309154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/3187398326185309154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sb0WG9VjHRI/AAAAAAAAArs/YKWWUVm49nU/s72-c/SNC00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2727947062187024380</id><published>2009-03-13T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:46:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curve and the Tangent</title><content type='html'>Curve&lt;br /&gt;I stopped. I back off.  I stumbled. I hold onto. I tripped. I fell. I laid here. I murmured. I felt disheartened. I clean my face with my bare hands. I looked upon the skies above and counting the days behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangent&lt;br /&gt;You walked. You forward. You stood up, You moved on. You laughed. You smiled. You grinned. You spoke. You are in seventh-heaven.  You put your both hands in your pocket. You looked upon the skies above and counting the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01pm - Just a slight contact and we go different directions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2727947062187024380?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2727947062187024380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2727947062187024380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2727947062187024380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2727947062187024380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/tangent-and-curve.html' title='The Curve and the Tangent'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-2160188293723659881</id><published>2009-03-09T09:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:04:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adroit Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1 - 060309&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Keep on rollin'&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;After work, me and my colleagues went bowling. Yeah, bowling. It has been quite a while since I touched bowling ball. And I want to say is that bowling still sucks! After the game, my fingers and wrist start to ache. I shall announce that bowling is not my game. But my score was 133. I should be proud of it because my average score never hit to 100++ before. The most only 80++ (boo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbR_5ymi5qI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UvIAE1ooT7c/s1600-h/SNC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbR_5ymi5qI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UvIAE1ooT7c/s320/SNC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311010491389372066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My colleagues are so childish! Haha~ But they are nice freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSABEOmHFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/YZZVhbE7hxw/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSABEOmHFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/YZZVhbE7hxw/s320/SNC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311010616379841618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bowling, not my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 - 060309 (Mutton's to Midnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Skitty, Qoo Philipi and I went for "gerad gerad gerad", also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahjong. &lt;/span&gt;It was a miracle that I still had the energy to carry on Part 2. So Skitty suggested that we should raise the bet higher... Yeah, raise the bet higher and same goes to my losing. Quite a game, we played till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3 - 070309&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Discovery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Qoo reporting back for his re-service, (I think mine would be next year, and hopefully they won't call me) that's why we will be meeting for this weekend. Must say that, before Qoo go back to suffer, we let him enjoy the moment first. We went to Dolby Xchange which is located at Dolby Ghout MRT Station. Legend said that, there's an new amusement park. So we decided to explore that area. Fufufufufufufu... Well, the amusement park is not very special. Just that the main purpose is having fun rather than exploring. Then we went Thai Express for dinner. Mmmmmm... Good food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSARfpu5WI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4QrctHbkd8g/s1600-h/SNC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSARfpu5WI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4QrctHbkd8g/s320/SNC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311010898619327842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last enjoyment for Qoo (Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSAhpxE1VI/AAAAAAAAArE/c9HB5ic7FEc/s1600-h/SNC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSAhpxE1VI/AAAAAAAAArE/c9HB5ic7FEc/s320/SNC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011176212387154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phad Thai Phad Thai~ You same same Thai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 4 - 080309&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(www.hungrygowhere.com) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, Qoo going back for re-service. Today, we decided to stick at JP2. At least it is near our house. Then actually we wanted to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kushin-bo&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. But! For dinner, each head is around $39.00+++. So I calculated the +++ may accumulate to around $60 per person. Dinner for that amount is definitely a no go! And my lunch still have not completely digested, hence we changed our minds. We went to the opposite side of the Japanese Street for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ichiban sushi&lt;/span&gt;. At least this is more cheaper. But the ambiance disappoints me. The lighting failed! I dun understand but I assume that Japanese like to dine with inadequate lighting. The whole place is  quite dark plus me myself have slightly night blindness, I felt discomfort. The food is nice however. So overall, 6.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSAwwRnfkI/AAAAAAAAArM/qHmwDIx6nRY/s1600-h/SNC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSAwwRnfkI/AAAAAAAAArM/qHmwDIx6nRY/s320/SNC00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011435657526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skitty serious look on the menu. (Plan pose actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(After the fourth-bagger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is really quite tiring. Till now, my fingers and wrist still ache. Thanks to the bowling game. It was also a resourceful weekend apart from fatigue. And yeah, as an evergreen young guy like me should try everything rather than staying home and be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;otaku&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSBuIOMXEI/AAAAAAAAArc/CWuRbXE-A-k/s1600-h/IMAGE032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbSBuIOMXEI/AAAAAAAAArc/CWuRbXE-A-k/s320/IMAGE032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311012490057636930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm evergreen! Open to everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10.00am - =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-2160188293723659881?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/2160188293723659881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=2160188293723659881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2160188293723659881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/2160188293723659881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/adroit-weekend.html' title='An Adroit Weekend...'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SbR_5ymi5qI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UvIAE1ooT7c/s72-c/SNC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2777295796266404037.post-1950931546805530808</id><published>2009-03-01T19:08:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:01:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo Team 12 VS East Side Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: &lt;/span&gt;8.45am&lt;br /&gt;Match started at 9.30pm because...&lt;br /&gt;Ricaro, " Nigelinho help me buy battery when you on the way here! I forgot to buy! And if you want to have photos of your spectacular field skills then you must buy for me!"&lt;br /&gt;(Then Nigelinho helped Ricaro buy battery but missed the bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; Somewhere in Sengkang. Near Pei Hwa Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Players:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helafiza&lt;br /&gt;Nigelinho - Captain&lt;br /&gt;Syazzy&lt;br /&gt;Mohamolly Hafei&lt;br /&gt;Marco&lt;br /&gt;Angruibin -&lt;br /&gt;Justea - Goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;Ango&lt;br /&gt;Helafiza's Friend&lt;br /&gt;Hanjotatoe&lt;br /&gt;Wenjun Mamason&lt;br /&gt;Herman Sharpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 12 players so 1 of them can be as substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapyZk7IEvI/AAAAAAAAAos/Tr-Gv6wRxW0/s1600-h/n729083310_1468682_7150376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapyZk7IEvI/AAAAAAAAAos/Tr-Gv6wRxW0/s320/n729083310_1468682_7150376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180894543516402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine weather I must say, the previous night was thunderstorms with cats and dogs but it turned out fine in the morning. So me and my driver reached the most early for breakfast and set up water point. The opponent, East Side Rising are the friends of Nigelinho. They consists of people staying in the East. Aww... Can't be bothered to write their names down. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapvh5k_cvI/AAAAAAAAAns/CQHaPr2vv7c/s1600-h/n729083310_1468685_6065521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapvh5k_cvI/AAAAAAAAAns/CQHaPr2vv7c/s320/n729083310_1468685_6065521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177738991891186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 5BX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapvtt2B6mI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n4WlqgKORcY/s1600-h/n729083310_1468680_3392625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapvtt2B6mI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n4WlqgKORcY/s320/n729083310_1468680_3392625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177942000560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a OPS order from our OC Helafiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapwEicUoGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/lmyw_6AXbZ8/s1600-h/n729083310_1468689_1488412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapwEicUoGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/lmyw_6AXbZ8/s320/n729083310_1468689_1488412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308178334076936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beep! The players are in the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just the starting of the game, East Side Rising stomp the front and manage to cut their way through (like a knife!) to the penalty area of Bravo Team 12. Then out of the confusion, the striker shot and scored a goal. That's the first one. DAMN IT!!! The manager of Bravo Team 12, Ricaro had his jaws wide open... It was too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapw2EdgsNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/I4ALXSHAfxg/s1600-h/n729083310_1468696_3278735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapw2EdgsNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/I4ALXSHAfxg/s320/n729083310_1468696_3278735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179185022316754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bravos played aggressive but Easterns are good at defending too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapxLqKPe4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/-bo5cd0waV4/s1600-h/n729083310_1468691_8200628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapxLqKPe4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/-bo5cd0waV4/s320/n729083310_1468691_8200628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179555919297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of corners but Bravos din manage to score.. Mr Ricaro started to panic. (Note: Marco Reyno can jump that high~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bravos had a lot of opportunites but none of them managed to send to ball into the net. That was because Easterns had a very pro Goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapxZ-6ZMUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8F2XoH2KuCE/s1600-h/n729083310_1468690_4953066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapxZ-6ZMUI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8F2XoH2KuCE/s320/n729083310_1468690_4953066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179802008138050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Ango was sent out to attack. Actually the peak of attack is defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapx5k8yGyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RvumQD2Kos0/s1600-h/n729083310_1468694_7779236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapx5k8yGyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RvumQD2Kos0/s320/n729083310_1468694_7779236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180344794651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the position of defense he managed to create hope for the Bravos but... he missed this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapyK8jdqyI/AAAAAAAAAok/4u5pG4muW6Y/s1600-h/n729083310_1468683_7093473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapyK8jdqyI/AAAAAAAAAok/4u5pG4muW6Y/s320/n729083310_1468683_7093473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180643188681506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he was called for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then 30 minutes later, the result was&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Team 12 - 0&lt;br /&gt;East Side Rising - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, Bravos' players seems fatigue. After the first goal, they started to push all the way front and eventually they energy burn out. Our coach, Felix Benjamin (this is a powerful name) try to re-org the team and give some coaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapyl9vLmJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xzC4w1NNB9k/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapyl9vLmJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xzC4w1NNB9k/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181107362732178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Advise from the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapzUoAgmDI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wzIg9YCWsqM/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapzUoAgmDI/AAAAAAAAAo8/wzIg9YCWsqM/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181908983683122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanjotatoe think that his condition cannot compare to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapz1P3PlVI/AAAAAAAAApE/qcCSzx2XkrA/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sapz1P3PlVI/AAAAAAAAApE/qcCSzx2XkrA/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308182469438051666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All were burnt out but Marco retained a smile on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap0B2Wlu1I/AAAAAAAAApM/e-ZUnY2GbVw/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap0B2Wlu1I/AAAAAAAAApM/e-ZUnY2GbVw/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308182685928504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the manager of Bravo Team 12 still got the mood to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beep! All players were back to the field! So the 2nd half of the game, Bravos didn't do well either. All due to they had used up their energy for the 1st half. Easterns played steady. All 11 men defence technique seems like a brickwall. The peak of defence is actually attack, and Easterns counter Bravos pushing and score another goal into the Bravos' net. Justea cannot react at that time. 2-0. Upon hearing the news, Manager Ricaro was devastated. He knew that if this match he lost, 1.5 million pound will flow into the drain! Then again, Easterns used the same tatic to counter Bravos pushing and passed the ball to the front. The striker is a smart ass. he anticipated Justea will forward and cover the angel, he loop the ball high and over Justea... That's 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the match ended with dishearten and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Team 12 - 0&lt;br /&gt;East Side Rising - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap2sP2wKfI/AAAAAAAAApU/nigGRsNgr44/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap2sP2wKfI/AAAAAAAAApU/nigGRsNgr44/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185613352053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Injuries are common after a soccer match so dun complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap24569LwI/AAAAAAAAApc/UY_CVBCRzCA/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap24569LwI/AAAAAAAAApc/UY_CVBCRzCA/s320/IMG_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185830802403074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The coach said Angruibin is quite good as defending because he can be a tanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3SIDpwyI/AAAAAAAAApk/G_M6RiJ2aPk/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3SIDpwyI/AAAAAAAAApk/G_M6RiJ2aPk/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308186264093704994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nigelinho also didn't show his true skills today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3epr-QFI/AAAAAAAAAps/4YVVlKMuB-8/s1600-h/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3epr-QFI/AAAAAAAAAps/4YVVlKMuB-8/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308186479279620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 2 ketupats also didn't score a single goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3rnNqkMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EY7WO_YzmOI/s1600-h/n729083310_1468796_348980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap3rnNqkMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EY7WO_YzmOI/s320/n729083310_1468796_348980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308186701953929410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Ricaro was to be played in the field, the outcome would be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap4Hjpb8BI/AAAAAAAAAp8/6sQz328NMcw/s1600-h/n729083310_1468701_7373735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sap4Hjpb8BI/AAAAAAAAAp8/6sQz328NMcw/s320/n729083310_1468701_7373735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187182033006610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though we lost, but we maintain the sportsman spirit by taking the family photo! The coach, the manager, the photographer, the store IC and the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.23pm - A very good match indeed. A lot more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;just take it away, but they can never have yesterday&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2777295796266404037-1950931546805530808?l=amphibiany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/feeds/1950931546805530808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2777295796266404037&amp;postID=1950931546805530808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1950931546805530808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2777295796266404037/posts/default/1950931546805530808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphibiany.blogspot.com/2009/03/bravo-team-12-vs-east-side-rising.html' title='Bravo Team 12 VS East Side Rising'/><author><name>Robert Ricaro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514306128142339547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/Sf2zaxlshFI/AAAAAAAAAts/D1HHQRArM-8/S220/4241_77316268310_729083310_1728103_2108897_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSTXp0PZ8jg/SapyZk7IEvI/AAAAAAAAAos/Tr-Gv6wRxW0/s72-c/n729083310_1468682_7150376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
