<?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-14024938</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:49:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- i n k</title><subtitle type='html'>life in motion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-2743591244366642471</id><published>2008-04-17T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:44:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello old friend</title><content type='html'>well would you just look at that, my ORD counter's gone into the negative. like &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; negative. haha! and my last entry was in november?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy to note that much of the things i put down on the below-mentioned list has already been achieved or is currently underway.  ok i admit, im getting lazy with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect another update in a couple of...&lt;em&gt;months?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue. indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-2743591244366642471?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2743591244366642471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2743591244366642471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-old-friend.html' title='hello old friend'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-7708759148648842672</id><published>2007-11-21T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:44:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD / mlfunctioning eybord</title><content type='html'>the following will be typed with my F*&amp;amp;(ed up keyboard: (pls fill in any a, k, l, j that end up missing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o i need life. post ord just seems relly boring right now. i shll wit till fter my holidy. hopefully then i cn get  few things off my list. lts of things to do. hope i cn get em ll done before uni strts. not relly looing forwrd to tht. uni i men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[haha go figure]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-7708759148648842672?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7708759148648842672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7708759148648842672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/11/ord-mlfunctioning-eybord.html' title='ORD / mlfunctioning eybord'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-3464534779265745933</id><published>2007-11-02T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:08:31.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to ORD / beautiful stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RysEG_yLFjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1QVDHkXw6cQ/s1600-h/30-10-07_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128197118939043378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RysEG_yLFjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1QVDHkXw6cQ/s320/30-10-07_1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay im too lazy to put in such a long entry (anw blogging has been listed in some list of one of the top few timewasters. though it's still therapeutic in a way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, here's a pic i took the other day. taken at JurongPoint Banquet. how often in your life does a beautiful stranger happen to sit beside you? okay pretty often i bet. but how bout when she happens to wear the same brand of tshirt, and the same colour to boot?! now that just doesnt happen very often. and for me this was my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what better way to capture the moment than with a cameraphone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to (ninie?) who's 24 this year and thinks im actually older than her. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-3464534779265745933?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3464534779265745933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3464534779265745933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-days-to-ord-beautiful-stranger.html' title='3 days to ORD / beautiful stranger'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RysEG_yLFjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1QVDHkXw6cQ/s72-c/30-10-07_1412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-1579380252107362180</id><published>2007-10-29T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:57:11.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days to ORD/ jalan raya 07</title><content type='html'>siala! 7 days left to ORD. its getting closer and closer im loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, jalan raya today, less houses, but overall more fun than those times we tried to go for numbers. kitorang relek-jack la. let's keep it this way. slow down ppl out there. slow down and enjoy the simple things in life. the pretty butterfly that you walk by in the pretty park that got you from A to B. the clouds that swirl pretty patterns in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i think the older you grow, the harder it is to pull on the brakes. start young. live young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-1579380252107362180?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1579380252107362180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1579380252107362180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/10/7-days-to-ord-jalan-raya-07.html' title='7 days to ORD/ jalan raya 07'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-2671218824302798868</id><published>2007-10-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:12:33.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI RAYA 07</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO 19 days to ORD!!! and it all seemed so long ago that i surrendered my grey-face-on-a-pink-card to the army. im getting it back boys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a different note, though a very happy one still, SELAMAT HARI RAYA to one and all yeah? though i know for many of us the festive mood isnt really there given the o's and a's and wtvnots that the non-'o's and a's' people are up to. nonetheless, it IS hari raya. enjoy it as best as you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-2671218824302798868?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2671218824302798868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2671218824302798868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-07.html' title='HARI RAYA 07'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-5586085321804049124</id><published>2007-10-06T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:41:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacement Converses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa9N7gq7lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ehTwvrJyOE/s1600-h/05-10-07_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117986073563819602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa9N7gq7lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ehTwvrJyOE/s320/05-10-07_0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all for a low, low price of $38.80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-5586085321804049124?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5586085321804049124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5586085321804049124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/10/replacement-converses.html' title='Replacement Converses'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa9N7gq7lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ehTwvrJyOE/s72-c/05-10-07_0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6810170989406655057</id><published>2007-10-06T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:31:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa7ELgq7kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XELsRPT6nqo/s1600-h/10-09-07_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117983707036839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa7ELgq7kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XELsRPT6nqo/s400/10-09-07_2225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks just like a pillow. don't you just wanna hug it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6810170989406655057?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6810170989406655057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6810170989406655057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/10/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rwa7ELgq7kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XELsRPT6nqo/s72-c/10-09-07_2225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-8763108615747207045</id><published>2007-10-01T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:16:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello people</title><content type='html'>whoa...2 months since i touched this thing. no wonder even the chatbox thingamajig's given up. no matter. ill get it running again ( for whatever reason i'm still not too sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw LOOK AT THE COUNTER!!!!!! just a little over a month left to freedom =D&lt;br /&gt;and just 2 weeks to leave-clearing.  ill be free for the hari raya week. now that's great news. more importantly though, hope the ramadhan's been a fruitful and fulfilling one so far for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please fellas, we celebrate hari raya for the great things we've done throughout ramadhan. fast, pray, and do good. ramadhan's not over.  come raya we enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-8763108615747207045?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8763108615747207045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8763108615747207045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-people.html' title='hello people'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-245101289806085628</id><published>2007-07-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:11:44.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD</title><content type='html'>alright. update for the day. ive got my very own ORD countdown timer. there. to the right. can u see it? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you feel it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-245101289806085628?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/245101289806085628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/245101289806085628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/07/ord.html' title='ORD'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-5902238180361307413</id><published>2007-07-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:11:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 weekends to ORD</title><content type='html'>bored man...&lt;em&gt;BORED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp life's suddenly taken a turn for the worse. imagine riding on an endless, dusty, bumpy dirt trail, and then you fall into a ravine. yeah...the dirt trail was BEFORE it got worse. haha! i mean c'mon how great can ns be even at its most patriotic best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. that's it for now. reflections for this period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't question AUTHORITY. They don't know either"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-5902238180361307413?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5902238180361307413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5902238180361307413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/07/11-weekends-to-ord.html' title='11 weekends to ORD'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-7230726984997635865</id><published>2007-07-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:42:54.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><content type='html'>the things people do for that is crazy. beijing had people selling some sorta pastry that was actually made up of mashed up cardboard boxes taken off the streets. they soaked it in caustic soda to dissolve it into pulp, used it as filler, threw in some flavoring, and voila, cheap pastries for the masses. idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-7230726984997635865?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7230726984997635865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7230726984997635865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-7560068673507621912</id><published>2007-06-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:18:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malam Jumaat</title><content type='html'>i got an sms just about an hour back. took a long while looking at it and deciding how i should be feeling about the news. even now, i still dont know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thought about it. and you know, i think shes blessed. however the situation may have turned out. i think...no. i &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;shes blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her brother had come home, and he was more brotherly to her than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of her best friends had returned home, and they met up with along with their other close friends, and had a beautiful day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seemed like then, and only then, when all those whom she holds dear to her had come together, back into her life, did the person probably &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;dear to her decide to return home herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps She feels that it is now time that She can peacefully return. with Her youngest having her complete 'family' back in her life to support her in Her abscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she did. she returned home.&lt;em&gt;  pada malam jumaat. inalillah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;happen to read this, perhaps this is her way of telling you that it's time to stop fighting that dilemma of trying to slow down the sands of time to cherish every moment of the present with her, because maybe she feels that you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; cherished it, whatever time there was to cherish,  and to now look forward towards the future to greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were meant for great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-7560068673507621912?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7560068673507621912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7560068673507621912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/06/malam-jumaat.html' title='malam Jumaat'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-4143268511960198701</id><published>2007-06-15T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:09:53.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Adidas Goodyear pair. i love it when i get shoes on a discount. previous pair was an original converse for $40. this one cost me $64. 50% off. yeah. its gonna hit dirt tomorrow though. so white, you don't feel like using it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076339434287113058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnLH0eP9o2I/AAAAAAAAADw/MPw4Sf14x-o/s320/15-06-07_2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-4143268511960198701?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4143268511960198701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4143268511960198701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/06/virgin-shoes.html' title='Virgin Shoes'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnLH0eP9o2I/AAAAAAAAADw/MPw4Sf14x-o/s72-c/15-06-07_2149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-1621938244096279642</id><published>2007-06-13T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:43:34.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictionary</title><content type='html'>for lack of anything better to write, let's just talk about interesting pics i've taken the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAPaOP9oyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aITiS3Jj0aw/s1600-h/31-05-07_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075573723222614818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAPaOP9oyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aITiS3Jj0aw/s200/31-05-07_2219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea so the first one was the jap sushi conveyor belt thingy someplace in malaysia. i wonder which came first. jap suchi conveyor belts or luggage conveyor belts at airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAM8OP9ovI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZfdoOdWzbyU/s1600-h/03-06-07_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075571008803283698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAM8OP9ovI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZfdoOdWzbyU/s200/03-06-07_1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok this one, this alien-foetus looking thing, was the product of my sec2 brother's boredom at a majlis persandingan. its a naked grape. yeah. he shed it's purple clothes. see light going thru? the dark spots are the seeds, not aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAP3-P9ozI/AAAAAAAAADY/D3nFhYruJUE/s1600-h/08-06-07_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075574234323723058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAP3-P9ozI/AAAAAAAAADY/D3nFhYruJUE/s200/08-06-07_1619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here's a guy who feels at home with our MRT. notice this is no zoom. the joker was putting his feet up at me. thank goodness they didnt smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAOROP9oxI/AAAAAAAAADI/zKfuS2jVjBQ/s1600-h/09-06-07_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075572469092164370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAOROP9oxI/AAAAAAAAADI/zKfuS2jVjBQ/s200/09-06-07_1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly, we see here the new flagship brand for the James Bond 007 spy-slipper-phone. i wonder if it'll be the next big thing after the whole slew of slider-phones. maybe a hybrid for the mainstreams? 'slip-sliders'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-1621938244096279642?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1621938244096279642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1621938244096279642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictionary.html' title='pictionary'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RnAPaOP9oyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aITiS3Jj0aw/s72-c/31-05-07_2219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6129721812557623026</id><published>2007-06-06T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:27:36.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS boy musings</title><content type='html'>i'm stuck in office yet again with nothing to do. heh. well, nothing in terms of &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; that is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for about an hour more for that will be the beginning of soccer for us poor sods in office. imagine that, 2 hours in the entire week set aside for sports. and all the while the other soldiers out there are probably getting 2 hours NOT doing sporty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, come to think of it, i like it better this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6129721812557623026?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6129721812557623026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6129721812557623026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/06/ns-boy-musings.html' title='NS boy musings'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6255748212512140280</id><published>2007-05-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:16:33.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of hijab and ferrings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlrVFtYcKeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jEYjEMx9TxQ/s1600-h/28-05-07_1843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069598624617081314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlrVFtYcKeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jEYjEMx9TxQ/s200/28-05-07_1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a picture i took today. sorry if its not clear (i guess its a good thing too, anonymity for the chick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i think we can all see the way she dresses somewhat? classy. yet, still conservative. &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; nice.  that's why i couldn't resist taking a shot. &lt;em&gt;thanks stranger!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can we have more people like her please? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6255748212512140280?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6255748212512140280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6255748212512140280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-hijab-and-ferrings.html' title='of hijab and ferrings'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlrVFtYcKeI/AAAAAAAAACo/jEYjEMx9TxQ/s72-c/28-05-07_1843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6172983918866473164</id><published>2007-05-26T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:11:39.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project FSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlclcdYcKaI/AAAAAAAAACI/COHXR4CtyAM/s1600-h/25-05-07_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068561076482484642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlclcdYcKaI/AAAAAAAAACI/COHXR4CtyAM/s200/25-05-07_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;i finally got down to changing my frames and wheels on my pair of blades. i think it was seriously time for a change. take a look at how worn out the front wheels are especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rlcl3dYcKbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_IWKUS_RzyY/s1600-h/25-05-07_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068561540338952626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rlcl3dYcKbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_IWKUS_RzyY/s200/25-05-07_2322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the bearings and rollers were real grimy. so i cleaned those up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the best part. cool replacement parts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcmcNYcKcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rw4EfzIaQoQ/s1600-h/25-05-07_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068562171699145154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcmcNYcKcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rw4EfzIaQoQ/s200/25-05-07_2240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcmcNYcKcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rw4EfzIaQoQ/s1600-h/25-05-07_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcmcNYcKcI/AAAAAAAAACY/rw4EfzIaQoQ/s1600-h/25-05-07_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally, after an hour or two, the final product.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcnJ9YcKdI/AAAAAAAAACg/C0AvCoEkK1g/s1600-h/26-05-07_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068562957678160338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlcnJ9YcKdI/AAAAAAAAACg/C0AvCoEkK1g/s200/26-05-07_0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my legs are just itching to give them a run. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6172983918866473164?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6172983918866473164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6172983918866473164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/project-fsk.html' title='Project FSK'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RlclcdYcKaI/AAAAAAAAACI/COHXR4CtyAM/s72-c/25-05-07_2234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-2957424098401053658</id><published>2007-05-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:43:23.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok another post</title><content type='html'>today i had driving! yeah! improvement! felt like rally driver ah. love the feeling of engine brake. especially on that downhill stretch. really shows how effective engine braking is. not much news on that front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did arrive late for driving though. why? because my department's big boss decided to have a talk with us nsf's under his wing. oh but then he decided to play a game of soccer with us first. heh. so our 530 bookout became 630. from boonlay mind you. basket. lucky one of my dudes had a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what struck me about the conversation oour boss had with us (nsf's) was that he brought up the topic of journaling. and journaling to him is about 'lessons learned' with regard to the day's happenings. and not merely musings of the day's events. i think i shall incorporate some of that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i learned today was, don't let your boss change his plans. because if he does. you'll end up late for driving lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-2957424098401053658?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2957424098401053658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2957424098401053658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-another-post.html' title='ok another post'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-4966189444359949233</id><published>2007-05-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:09:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>yeah where was i? the &lt;em&gt;brother&lt;/em&gt; who sent us his heart-felt sentiments about our shared history. that which we had back in our secondary school days. i do agree. time has seriously gone on fast-forward these days. did we really spend time cherishing those times we had back then?&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes? maybe not? i don't know for sure myself.  but what i do know, is that i've sepnt those four years (and for the few others, a little more than that) pretty fulfillingly with those guys. we can't predict the future. no one can, except Him. so for what it was worth, i've done what i've done, with 'em.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, maybe as we look back, as i look back, there might be a little twang of regret as to what could have been, looking at what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;. but i'd rather just take what we've shared, the good, the not so good, and move on from there. or here. and maybe make it better.&lt;br /&gt;at least make it stick. insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-4966189444359949233?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4966189444359949233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4966189444359949233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm_17.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-8965428797115757509</id><published>2007-05-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:17:27.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>i'm in office right now. with nothing (much)  to do. transcriptions been delivered. so i can't say im malingering? now that's a pretty strong word. i would say slacking is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i just read an email sent by a &lt;em&gt;brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok the boss is in. continue this later)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-8965428797115757509?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8965428797115757509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8965428797115757509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-3399838584232292468</id><published>2007-05-12T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:36:36.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home-work</title><content type='html'>yeah! 4 hours of transcribing. done. &lt;em&gt;at home.&lt;/em&gt; damn...they better not play us out on that Off-in-lieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-3399838584232292468?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3399838584232292468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3399838584232292468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-work.html' title='home-work'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-4798927380231209005</id><published>2007-05-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:34:36.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity.”- Thomas Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;obviously im not there yet. i'm still interested in money. very much so. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and on a more random note, here are some pics i took about a week ago. and it wasn't even on my own cam. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062937717620949698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkMrB5K5QsI/AAAAAAAAABw/A4HxuTuIil4/s320/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that was this gummy bear's first and last picture before he went into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkMtbZK5QuI/AAAAAAAAACA/aA1GJrsKz4I/s1600-h/IMG_6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062940354730869474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkMtbZK5QuI/AAAAAAAAACA/aA1GJrsKz4I/s320/IMG_6354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this were the pigeons' first and last picture before they (no, they didn't go into my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-4798927380231209005?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4798927380231209005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4798927380231209005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/musings.html' title='musings'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkMrB5K5QsI/AAAAAAAAABw/A4HxuTuIil4/s72-c/IMG_6353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-2884505140028162763</id><published>2007-05-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:31:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vroom vroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dang...third driving session. 2 stalls. i guess that's an improvement, no? i stalled i think 4 times the previous lesson. and this time we were on main roads almost the whole time. not easy. one stall came from trying not to run over an idiot bycyclist who hogged the CENTER of my lane. he think his legs 900cc engine ah? the other one was..well, too many things going on trying to turn out of a filter lane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. i still think it's &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; better than the last lesson. a few more of these and i should be going pretty good, insyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and im in love with the new Gallardo Spyder. &lt;em&gt;sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkHan5K5QrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uR-iN9KvsfQ/s1600-h/lamborghini_gallardo_spyder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062567835037418162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkHan5K5QrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uR-iN9KvsfQ/s320/lamborghini_gallardo_spyder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just like those Mattel Hot Wheels models. best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-2884505140028162763?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2884505140028162763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/2884505140028162763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/05/vroom-vroom.html' title='vroom vroom'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RkHan5K5QrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uR-iN9KvsfQ/s72-c/lamborghini_gallardo_spyder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-8403998157570025707</id><published>2007-04-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:42:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mat antics</title><content type='html'>ok im a little lazy to retype so im gonna just copy and paste from a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stepped out of the gym. habis i dunno why la this minah was just waiting up there overlooking the swimming complex, outside the gym.very wierd place to be waiting for something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my timing betul2 perfect la.i saw this group of mats downstairs. skali two of em came up the stairs and headed for the babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought, 'oh dia tunggu these guys rupanya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but one of em suddenly asks 'awak, mintak numbor boleh?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she mustve muttered no under her breathe or sth, or shook her head, coz i didnt see her say atg. haha, then the mats admit defeat, started walking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one of em asked , 'nama awak siapa?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sed dilah or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dilah eh? bye dilah!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-8403998157570025707?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8403998157570025707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8403998157570025707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/mat-antics.html' title='mat antics'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-5030667339194355924</id><published>2007-04-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:48:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week</title><content type='html'>ok. another week of camp up ahead. hai...november please come quick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-5030667339194355924?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5030667339194355924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5030667339194355924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-week.html' title='another week'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-1082522865720312828</id><published>2007-04-21T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:44:33.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Charcoal</title><content type='html'>they call it a restaurant. i call it a crash course in dining ettiquette. haha! forks spoons and knives flanking my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;! small! one fork, no &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; forks! this one first? or maybe this..or &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..wasn't that bad la...apart from a little help we managed pretty alright. it helped that we blokes had some sort of ettiquette lesson back in uhhh..secondary school? hey, it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; still help...somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RijsBLMOvNI/AAAAAAAAABY/pT7Gm-2DC18/s1600-h/20-04-07_2200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055550086651493586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RijsBLMOvNI/AAAAAAAAABY/pT7Gm-2DC18/s200/20-04-07_2200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my main course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;angel-hair pasta in beef stew&lt;/strong&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont remember food names very well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rijrq7MOvMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ofa2CxHWKL0/s1600-h/20-04-07_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055549704399404226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rijrq7MOvMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ofa2CxHWKL0/s200/20-04-07_2201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and on the left we have yet another main course (not mine lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;seafood platter&lt;/strong&gt;...or something. see the prawns?&lt;br /&gt;see?food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RijsprMOvOI/AAAAAAAAABg/4ehBinZ_eSg/s1600-h/20-04-07_2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055550782436195554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RijsprMOvOI/AAAAAAAAABg/4ehBinZ_eSg/s200/20-04-07_2231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's name i remember clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate earl grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why', u ask? cause its the one that made the girls particularly excitable. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, credit to the creator. it was really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that and more for a mere &lt;strong&gt;$28&lt;/strong&gt;. how's that? &lt;em&gt;i like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-1082522865720312828?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1082522865720312828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/1082522865720312828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/charcoal.html' title='the Charcoal'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RijsBLMOvNI/AAAAAAAAABY/pT7Gm-2DC18/s72-c/20-04-07_2200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-8509277934977441921</id><published>2007-04-20T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:51:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;fruz just told me with much glee a while back that his exams are over. haha. more sheesha sessions coming up perhaps. and on my side today, friday again. and life is going real easy. no officer in charge. therefore. NO WORK! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going for some shatec graduants food expose today. not sure where it is. not sure whats in store. just hope i dont end up with a stomach ache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;half an hour before i run off for prayers. you know what? recently ive been having an affinity for bikes. its not that ive never liked them. always did. but in more of a appreciation kinda way. now i actually see a nice bke rolling on the street, and a part of me longs to own one. i mean..the convenience of it all. whoa..and its engaging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess that the crux of it. it &lt;em&gt;involves&lt;/em&gt; you in driving it. unlike auto cars nowadays. press accelerator and it moves forward. turn the steering wheel and it turns. feels a little boring doesn't it? and since im forbidden to ride bikes. i think the next best thing would be a manual car. haha. stick-shifts are joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055352891818032274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rig4q7MOvJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wGgPVYDyrJs/s200/919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-8509277934977441921?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8509277934977441921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8509277934977441921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-once-more.html' title='friday once more'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/Rig4q7MOvJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wGgPVYDyrJs/s72-c/919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6998966983536635946</id><published>2007-04-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:09:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflationary Language</title><content type='html'>Here's the regular story.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there lived in sunny California a young man named Bob. He was a second lieutenant in the U.S. Air Forces. Bob had been fond of Anna, his half sister ever since she saw the light of day for the first time. And they were both proud of the fact that one of his forefathers had been among the creators of the U.S. Constitution. They were dining on the terrace. "Anna," he said as he took a bite of marinated herring, "You look wonderful tonight. You've never looked that lovely before."&lt;br /&gt;Anna really looked wonderful in spite of the illness from which she had not quite recuperated.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," repeated Bob, "You do look wonderful tonight, but you have two of the saddest eyes I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;The table was tastefully decorated with Anna's favorite flowers, tulips.&lt;br /&gt;They were now talking about Anna's husband from whom she was separated while on the radio the Irish tenor sang Tea for Two. It was midnight. The clock in the distance struck twelve. And suddenly there in the moonlight stood her husband, Don Juan, obviously intoxicated. "Anna," he brawled, "forgive me! I'm only young once! And you are my one and only!"&lt;br /&gt;Bob jumped to his feet. "Get out of here, you twofaced doublecrosser!"&lt;br /&gt;Anna warned, "Watch out, Bob, he's an officer!" "Yes, he is one, but I'm one too!"&lt;br /&gt;Any one for tennis? Ahahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;"All right," said Don Juan as he wiped his forehead." He then left, and when he was half way through the revolving door, he said, "I'll go back to Tennessee and be single again."&lt;br /&gt;"Farewell, Anna! Toodeloo; Toodeloo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the inflated story&lt;br /&gt;Twice upon a time there lived in sunny Califivenia a young man named Bob. He was a third lieutelevenant in the U.S. Air Fiveces. Bob had been fond of Anna, his one and a half sister ever since she saw the light of day five the second time. And they were both proud of the fact that two of his fivefathers had been among the creninetors of the U.S. Constithreetion. They were dining on the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;"Anna," he said as he threek a bite of marinnined herring, "You look twoderful threenight. You've never looked that lovely befive."&lt;br /&gt; Anna really looked twoderful in spite of the illness from which she had not quite recupernined.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," repeated Bob, "You do look twoderful threenight, but you have three of the saddest eyes I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;The table was tastefully decornined with Anna's favorite flowers, threelips.&lt;br /&gt;They were now talking about Anna's husband from whom she was separnined while on the radio the Irish elevenor sang Tea five Three. It was midnight. The clock in the distance struck thirteen. And suddenly there in the moonlight stood her husband, Don Two, obviously intoxicnined. "Anna," he brawled, "fivegive me! I'm only young twice! And you are my two and only!"&lt;br /&gt;Bob jumped to his feet. "Get out of here, you threefaced triplecrosser!"&lt;br /&gt;Anna warned, "Watch out, Bob, he's an officer!" "Yes, he is two, but I'm two three!"&lt;br /&gt;Any two five elevennis? Ahahaaha!&lt;br /&gt;"All right," said Don Two as he wiped his fivehead." He then left, and when he was one and a half way through the revolving door, he said, "I'll go back to Elevennessee and be double again."&lt;br /&gt;"Farewell, Anna! Threedeloo; Threedeloo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6998966983536635946?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6998966983536635946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6998966983536635946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/inflationary-language.html' title='Inflationary Language'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-3675125700196333410</id><published>2007-04-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:50:44.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honour</title><content type='html'>just caught The Last Samurai on 5. touched my heart man this movie. films portraying honour always pull a heartstring. i guess thats why 300, beyond its gore and combat, has a great appeal also. it is&lt;strong&gt; honour&lt;/strong&gt;. thats one concept that i find really special. because i dont think i have it. honour. to live with honour. to &lt;em&gt;die &lt;/em&gt;with honour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-3675125700196333410?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3675125700196333410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3675125700196333410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/honour.html' title='honour'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-7145507242035148450</id><published>2007-04-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:01:17.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>yea ok i know. im pretty behind time to be just watching this movie on the big screen. but hey. no regrets watching it &lt;em&gt;sia.&lt;/em&gt; one helluva great movie. &lt;em&gt;spartans. &lt;/em&gt;too bad they made the arab-ish persians look pretty decadent. what with all the sex orgies and stuff. no wonder iran wasn't too happy with the film. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i must say, they're pretty generous with the upper torso. men and women alike. &lt;em&gt;haha! &lt;/em&gt;way to go spartans, way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-7145507242035148450?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7145507242035148450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7145507242035148450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/04/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-3076461654767087073</id><published>2007-03-30T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:13:33.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>friday! woohoo!!! and i've got absolutely nothing to do today! this is a wonderful friday indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-3076461654767087073?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3076461654767087073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3076461654767087073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-8573874303295973913</id><published>2007-03-29T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:20:09.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another tape done</title><content type='html'>alright! i've miraculously (is that how you spell the word?) finished another tape of transcribing. one tape in a day! that's a new record. ten more minutes to end of work. this blog is starting to seem all about tapes and the end of work doesnt it? cause by the time i go home i hardly bother to go here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-8573874303295973913?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8573874303295973913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/8573874303295973913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-tape-done.html' title='another tape done'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-4838964795717134437</id><published>2007-03-29T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:02:08.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>damn...no mood to do any work today la. brain's swimming around up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-4838964795717134437?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4838964795717134437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/4838964795717134437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-7325778607874251245</id><published>2007-03-28T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:59:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another day</title><content type='html'>another day of transcribing. but this time i actually finished a tape ahead of time. and this time it wasnt a short one! &lt;em&gt;baik&lt;/em&gt; ah...that leaves me with...hmmm...3 more to go? yeah i think that's about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind actually. i mean its a little mind numbing. and definitely concentration intense. but hey, at least its not &lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;intense. i didnt go into NS to &lt;em&gt;think. &lt;/em&gt;especially when im not an officer. you pay me peanuts. i act like a monkey. hey, its only fair, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's another half-hour to the end of another work day. tick-tock, tick-tock, a few ( actually not so few) more of this and november will come around. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ORD loH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and considering ill be chalking up a couple more off's along with the 6 days of leave that i still have, i think i'll be out even&lt;em&gt; before&lt;/em&gt; november. but &lt;em&gt;alamak...&lt;/em&gt;hari raya aidil firti this year falls on 13 oct is it? hmm..maybe if i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;clock in the hours, i might just accumulate enough off to see me through the festive season. now wouldnt &lt;em&gt;THAT &lt;/em&gt;be great? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-7325778607874251245?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7325778607874251245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/7325778607874251245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/yet-another-day.html' title='yet another day'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-5371213749414759188</id><published>2007-03-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:33:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office blues</title><content type='html'>ok, so far im still on target. see? another post in successive days. ok well, it's only been one day since the resolution actually. but no matter. i'm in office now. and i'm pretty much ahead of schedule with this whole transcribing business. thanks to the fact that the last tape i did was actually shorter tha the previous two. haha! but targets are targets. and i have hit it.&lt;br /&gt;why be so gung-ho right?  army only what. they say SAF stands for what? do you know?&lt;br /&gt;'Serve And F#$&amp;-off'. pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..now i wonder if i'll have MPs knocking on my door soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note, i have only clocked one driving lesson to date. &lt;em&gt;sialah...&lt;/em&gt;if i keep this up, i'll probably get my liscence just in time to drive my 'just-married' car. procrastination. one big problem i have. and ironically, i seem to have put off dealing with that. ho-ho. some things sure die hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-5371213749414759188?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5371213749414759188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/5371213749414759188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/office-blues.html' title='office blues'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-279321696269600364</id><published>2007-03-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:46:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turnaround</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really can't be grateful enough to things that happen. my ns life ain't so bad anymore. got a change in department! yahoo! and in any case...let's see; ORD is on November 6. so thats just about another 7 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really dead huh this place? my first time back here in a while. maybe ill try pen down more often from now on. &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-279321696269600364?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/279321696269600364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/279321696269600364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/03/turnaround.html' title='turnaround'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-3837187963476561457</id><published>2007-02-27T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:52:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ns life sucks</title><content type='html'>life in ns has gone from bad to worse. i wonder how much more of this ill be able to take.seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-3837187963476561457?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3837187963476561457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/3837187963476561457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/02/ns-life-sucks.html' title='ns life sucks'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-6867030140495086023</id><published>2007-02-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:02:58.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highway death</title><content type='html'>you know, 2 days ago i was on my way back from kl. i took a coach. it slowed down somewhere halfway on our return leg. we were still on the highway though. soon i saw flashing lights. police cars. then a policeman waving a strobelight telling the vehicles to bloody hell just keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious i kept on looking. and guess what i saw. a bodybag. with two white sneakers peeking out at one end.  twenty meters ahead i saw the bike. those m'sian bikes. the small capacity kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mustve skidded hit the ground hard and let his bike travel along further. his bike still looked good. his sneakers still looked good. but i doubt he was feeling good. i doubt he was feeling anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those riding bikes, take heed. to those thinking abt getting one, use ur head. to those of u who never will ride one, i salute u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just wishing for one person to start riding a bike though. and that person aint me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-6867030140495086023?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6867030140495086023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/6867030140495086023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/02/highway-death.html' title='highway death'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-117081096599192286</id><published>2007-02-07T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:16:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Its interesting sometimes to note how some people use their blogs to only let out their miseries. if that were me. man, everytime i log in to write something new, im reminded how miserable my life is. wheres the happiness? the joy?&lt;br /&gt;i just use my blog to write every little crap that comes to mind. hey, works for me though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;still counting the days to ORD. how many weeks? lets see..roughly 39 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;kinda like another bout of OCS. maybe even worse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-117081096599192286?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117081096599192286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117081096599192286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/02/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-117026077616496719</id><published>2007-01-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:26:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving yeah!</title><content type='html'>damn..first driving lesson was a blast. was expecting to just sit in the drivers seat, let the insructor explain the nitty gritty of the cars functions and twiddle around with the keys and levers. but hell no! we started driving from the get-go! went around ubi for a few rounds. then he pushed me out to more heavy traffic. whoa..i was thinking to myself..this is like a crash-course sia. but he seemed to think i could do it. so wth man. on with the show. i eventually drove myself home from ubi right to my very own doorstep. cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time to check the classifieds for my lamborghini gallardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4491/516/400/698940/lamborghini1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-117026077616496719?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117026077616496719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117026077616496719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/01/driving-yeah.html' title='driving yeah!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-117006272963874565</id><published>2007-01-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:22:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office politics</title><content type='html'>man..im just an nsf here in my office, but ive already experienced office-politics so thick its like uhh..i dunno..what's thick and sticky and disgusting? fill in the blank yourselves. molasses come to mind though..whatever that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-117006272963874565?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117006272963874565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/117006272963874565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2007/01/office-politics.html' title='office politics'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116592940399822197</id><published>2006-12-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:16:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nsf's</title><content type='html'>just a random update. we're about to get 10 nsf's straight out of bmt into our office. i mean that's cool. it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116592940399822197?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116592940399822197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116592940399822197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/12/nsfs.html' title='nsf&apos;s'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116438036914253642</id><published>2006-11-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:59:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield 2142</title><content type='html'>whoa....and i mean WHOA...all thise while, i've been missing out on so much fun! just got a new pc in the house, dowloaded a multiplayer demo of the abovementioned game. and wham, im addicted. well..kinda. its so much fun when ur interacting with PEOPLE. as opposed to artificial intelligence. people man..peopple make ur life so much more interesting. not just in games la duh. in everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116438036914253642?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116438036914253642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116438036914253642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/11/battlefield-2142.html' title='Battlefield 2142'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116430370822662710</id><published>2006-11-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:41:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ummahfilms</title><content type='html'>firstly, full credit goes to baba ali and mahdi ahmad for coming up with such an incredible site. i mean, its pure gold man! who would've thought that passing on islamic messages could be so effectively entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;for the uninitiated, all i can tell you now is to go watch it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ummahfilms.com/season1.html"&gt;www.ummahfilms.com/season1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116430370822662710?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116430370822662710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116430370822662710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/11/ummahfilms.html' title='ummahfilms'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116393392987457875</id><published>2006-11-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:58:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up..really screwed up</title><content type='html'>sometimes life can be cruelly funny don't you think? let me share my story.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, less than 2 weeks ago, i used to lead a pretty good ns life. and that day, my clerk friend told me to do him a favour: pass along some document to a branch in ocs called CLD. yeah sure, i said.&lt;br /&gt;off i went to cld office. was supposed to hand the papers over to a person by the name of lilian. i found her office, went in, and saw her along with another big man standing there chatting away. innocent enough, i thought. as i passed the paper to her, i noticed they were looking at me funny. then he said, so this is the guy we've been witing for all this while. i was blur ah. what the hell were they talking about man?&lt;br /&gt;t seems that i was supposed to have been here about half a year ago. but i never knew that. why? coz apparently (thanks to) some screw up over the phone line, a request for manpower by colonel SUKH(mohinder singh) was mistaken for a colonel SOH instead. &lt;br /&gt;so ive managed to enjoy my last 5 months or so at the expense of this branch. haha! im happy for that. but what happened now was that after he saw me, this guy recalled the whole issue and wanted to pull me in once more. and BLOOODY HELL! just the week b4 i worked my ass off just to get myself posted as a wing clerk. and thanks to one little favour that i agreed to do, im suddenly sucked into a branch that has such a freaky job scope i cant imagine how ill survive one year in there.&lt;br /&gt;i want out. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OUT.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if theres a take-away lesson to this story, but if anything, all i can say is that, when ppl say life has a way of throwing curve balls at you, they really mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116393392987457875?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116393392987457875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116393392987457875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/11/screwed-upreally-screwed-up.html' title='screwed up..really screwed up'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116342654117289761</id><published>2006-11-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:02:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raya (hampir basi) 06</title><content type='html'>a short follow up to my previous post. went down the stairs on my blades a couple of days ago. it was a mere 4 steps mind you. but nonetheless i clipped the egde of one and went down hard. lucky i didnt kiss the asphalt. but my right wrist took a beating. still hurts. no pain no gain huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. jalan raya was a very intimate affair. aiya..intimate in what way? small group only lar. so intimate lah. 5 of us. the rest either working or on some other foreign land. but it was pretty cool. we spent much time travelling by cab. the day was pretty clear but we had our resident haze generator to remind us that anytime, anywhere the haze might return. a very important lesson indeed. 6 houses in all. a very modest affair compared to our previous exploits. thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116342654117289761?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116342654117289761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116342654117289761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/11/jalan-raya-hampir-basi-06.html' title='jalan raya (hampir basi) 06'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116273564294780609</id><published>2006-11-05T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:07:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FSK freestyler</title><content type='html'>alright man! freestyle goes mainstream. just caught the 930 news on 5. its great to see a sport you love so much that people here don't know much about get coverage on the news. i mean, its NEWS man. its like, 'hey people, if you don't know this, you're IGNORANT'&lt;br /&gt;and if you're still wondering what i'm rambling about, i'm talking bout freestyle skating. yeah. now that's news for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116273564294780609?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116273564294780609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116273564294780609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/11/fsk-freestyler.html' title='FSK freestyler'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116229121265965081</id><published>2006-10-31T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:10:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good-buy</title><content type='html'>whee..went around vivocity and a little about bugis..looking for fairuz punyer sandals today. wah, lucky we found a couple in the end. but it wasnt at vivocity. haha. we found em in bugis. and in the end didnt buy em there. fruz went down to wisma's beetle bug outlet to get the proper size. so he bought the sandals..and then some. retail therapy sia. good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116229121265965081?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116229121265965081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116229121265965081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-buy.html' title='good-buy'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116197080698440507</id><published>2006-10-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:40:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syawal</title><content type='html'>eh its hari raya la beb! but the mood ain't really there this year is it? blame it on the schooldays. i mean, the fact that schools not out yet. im not schooling anymore but it still helps with the holidays doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, im still scratching my head wondering if there's money to be made on the wild-wild-web (www ...if anyone has a more accurate meaning for it, please enlighten me ). still at it, yeah. eh don't laugh. there IS money to be made. i just have to find out how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116197080698440507?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116197080698440507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116197080698440507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/10/syawal.html' title='syawal'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116108608050411239</id><published>2006-10-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:54:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is near</title><content type='html'>today would be the uhh...25th night of ramadan? (im calculating this offhand but i think that's the date) yesterday and today(hopefully) ive been/will be doing terawih at home. cause w're too lazy to walk to the masjid. no chaffeur (is that how u spell it?). dad's off overseas. and i do mean literally over the seas. he's doing a ship but where exactly im not so sure. haha. all i know i s that he'll be back tomorrow morning. self-employed in your own company. how cool is that? it'll be even cooler if he can eventually be able to step back and the the company run itself. i mean, it GOTTA sooner or later. and i have a feeling sooner or later (hopefully later than sooner) he's gonna pass the reins over to my elder bro and me. and i know shit about ships. let alone the whole business about them. oh well, we all gotta start somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116108608050411239?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116108608050411239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116108608050411239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-is-near.html' title='the end is near'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-116083278725276060</id><published>2006-10-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:33:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan ramblings</title><content type='html'>It's Ramadan man. and so far ramadans been pretty good. more than halfway thru it already. lagu raya dah start main on the radio. we're supposed to feel sad that such a blessed month is coming to an end. but i guess thats pretty hard to do when the whole idea of celbrating hari raya kinda overshadows the end of one of the best months in the muslim calender. first day of ramadan: trouble finding space to stand for solat isyak/terawih. mid-month: no trouble finding space coz so many ppl not coming already. end-of-month: trouble deciding which empty space to choose. haha! but life's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-116083278725276060?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116083278725276060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/116083278725276060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadan-ramblings.html' title='Ramadan ramblings'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-115875859370335100</id><published>2006-09-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:23:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>whoa..long time since i last made a post. kinda forgot what a blog was for. yeah..anw..lifes been pretty routine nowadays. its not a bad thing. im a corporal. but hey. aircon, slack job. and no one even gives u a second glance! now contrast that to the cadet days. everywhere u go, everything u do, eyes are on you. no thanks to the white rank on your shoulder. so yeah. lifes pretty good.routine, but definitely good. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-115875859370335100?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115875859370335100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115875859370335100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-115505333792034563</id><published>2006-08-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:08:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIBUA TERRORIST COMMANDER</title><content type='html'>haha!!!! man..today has been one of the most fun days of my ns life! us 4 ooc fellas were tasked to be enemies for this fibua assault exercise for some pro term wing. the location was a derelict hdb area someplace in the lim chu kang area. funny thing was that right across the road we cld see bangla and chinese factory workers loading up their buses heading off to work. they enjoyed one hell of a free show today haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they inserted us at around 4am i think..bloody pitch dark. we went around the block with our electric lanterns putting up figure 15s all about the rooms and alleys. spooky place i tell you. cant imagine being put there alone. when tt was done, we drew 200blanks each and camped out 2-a-team in different sectors. but it was still damn early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..we ended up snoozing by a big hole in the wall facing the enemy's approach direction. a lot of false alarms la...all thanks to the banglas across the road casting shadows and making noise as they boarded their vehicles. then finally we heard rustling, REAL rustling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siala..they were breaching the fence. we cld see shadows (it was dark la but not nearly as dark, bangla workers across the street what..they had lights on in their building ) in the bushes. so we just fired off some rounds. hahaha! they panicked sia. "enemy in the building!!" then you see the bushes light up with laser sights pointing in our direction as they returned fire. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exchanging a few bursts of fire each, we moved off to another unit. then out nowhere we heard gpmg fire. turns out they set up a firebase across the road, where the banglas were!hahaha! so we played with them a little too. damn, firing in enclosed spaces made the blanks sound as loud as live rounds. ear-splitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all the dust settled and we got tired of engaging the cadets, the instructor put us into another block adjacent to the one we were occupying to re-engage the cadets. haha. basically just to finish up our rounds. so we shot and shot and shot some more. what made it fun was the fact that everyone was play-acting as though we would really get hurt if the shots were to have hit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally we were close to finishing our rounds. the instructor made me take one of my own 'men' as hostage to negotiate with the cadets. haha. ruthless sia. but they got me from the back as i was negotiating with the second guy ( i shot the first fella point blank in the head)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a pretty fun day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-115505333792034563?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115505333792034563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115505333792034563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/08/fibua-terrorist-commander.html' title='FIBUA TERRORIST COMMANDER'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-115401152112829930</id><published>2006-07-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:46:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cha-ching?</title><content type='html'>hey! i might just be on to something big here...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its new, still unsaturated. and the best part is, its started out in singapore!&lt;br /&gt;if the dough starts rolling in, man wouldn't that just be &lt;em&gt;sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: this should be a capital creation thing..but hey, if it turns out so well, consider it to be a passive income source?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-115401152112829930?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115401152112829930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115401152112829930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/07/cha-ching.html' title='cha-ching?'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-115365514614037010</id><published>2006-07-23T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:45:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>auxiliary storeman-cum-admin spec</title><content type='html'>im an ooc damn it. haha. but looking at the way my wing treats ooc, we might as well be full time storemen. or admin spec, or whatever else it is that they need done but are too lazy to do themselves now that they have us. oh well, its still been pretty fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-115365514614037010?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115365514614037010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115365514614037010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/07/auxiliary-storeman-cum-admin-spec.html' title='auxiliary storeman-cum-admin spec'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-115359242748459041</id><published>2006-07-23T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:19:18.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she says he says</title><content type='html'>she. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey.izzuddin told me you got out of course.anyway,just wanted to say,for the longest time,that i'm sorry we ended things off in such a bad way.so.good night.and good luck.and take care of that back.and maybe someday you'll forgive me.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to that i say... actually i don't know what to say. am i to forgive or is it me who needs forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is thinking that u can help someone, not knowing if that someone wants help, or needs help for tt matter. and not even knowing if ur the right person to be helping, knowing that u need helping urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just a mere mortal. a weak one. they say be the change you want to see in the world. i guess i fell short in that department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-115359242748459041?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115359242748459041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/115359242748459041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-says-he-says.html' title='she says he says'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114736026805458313</id><published>2006-05-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:11:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid service term</title><content type='html'>friking hell, section field camp WAS tough. and i just came back from patrol field camp. that one another one; we do until sui sui also still not good enough for commanders. heh. ocs standards really up there man. up there in ur A%$#hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114736026805458313?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114736026805458313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114736026805458313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-service-term.html' title='mid service term'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114572326635349432</id><published>2006-04-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:27:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>section field camp</title><content type='html'>they say, dont even try to kid urself that it wont be tough; coz it will be.&lt;br /&gt;it start this monday. just how tough will it be? ill update once more when i crawl out of that hellhole. iylia, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114572326635349432?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114572326635349432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114572326635349432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/04/section-field-camp.html' title='section field camp'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114503097644067999</id><published>2006-04-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:09:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>its been 4 weeks into OCC. damn, how on earth did i land myself in Delta. its a frikin scholars' wing. they expect 'us' scholars to be of better mettle than the other cadets. KNN i just want a &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; cadet life! its been hell, but i made it thru the 4 weeks rather unscathed.hahaha. a lot of others already got their serving of confinements and extras. im still waiting for one to hit me. 4 weeks down. another 34 more to go. chances are definitely there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114503097644067999?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114503097644067999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114503097644067999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/04/4-weeks-and-counting.html' title='4 weeks and counting'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114260039270864325</id><published>2006-03-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:59:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted</title><content type='html'>its ocs for me. haha. long hair once again. this rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.notice how i conveniently failed to mention all the other aspects of being in ocs.&lt;br /&gt;especially the parts about it being brutally tough..but is it?..really? i dont know. come monday i'll find out for certain. yes sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and no pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114260039270864325?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114260039270864325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114260039270864325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/posted.html' title='posted'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114199230665673545</id><published>2006-03-10T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:05:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity personified</title><content type='html'>damn. i just did the stupidest thing. was tuning the guitar, when i realised the tuner wasnt reflecting the change.so i kept turning.still no change.then i turned some more. suddenly PIAK!, &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; string snapped! basket noe! i was trying to tune one string but was tightening another. hahaha..damn stupid. now got only 5 strings on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;on an even more boring note, had SAF &lt;em&gt;Lion's Trail&lt;/em&gt; today. basically an excursion to the war memorial chapel and museum, followed by a visit to one of the 15inch guns and finishing off with a guided tour around the bedok NEWater plant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114199230665673545?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114199230665673545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114199230665673545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupidity-personified.html' title='stupidity personified'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114190387176861035</id><published>2006-03-09T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:31:11.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish &amp; co</title><content type='html'>had platoon level lunch at fish and co just now. haha. 50 ppl! no wait..some bums didnt turn up. but i guess they all have their reasons. and all our sergeants came too. pity the 2LTs couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;oh and while chatting with my sergeant, i found out something cool. in OCS, cadets aren't allowed to keep short hair. apparently it's to differentiate them from 'men'. so cool! for that reason alone i'd wanna go OCS man!&lt;br /&gt;...besides the prestige&lt;br /&gt;...the high pay&lt;br /&gt;haha..ok on second thought i think its the pay thats the real draw. money makes the world go round. certainly makes &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; world go round. time will tell if i get in or not. e-posting on the 17th. goodluck to me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114190387176861035?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114190387176861035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114190387176861035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/fish-co.html' title='fish &amp; co'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114182606940329873</id><published>2006-03-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:54:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a private affair</title><content type='html'>yes folks, today i have become a private. wah....as in really..&lt;em&gt;Wah&lt;/em&gt;...not so much the fact that im a private. but the fact that ive gone thru 9 wks of bmt..probably the most fun times of NS.&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S TO HAWK SECTION ONE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114182606940329873?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114182606940329873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114182606940329873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/private-affair.html' title='a private affair'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114153731664328907</id><published>2006-03-05T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:41:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kara-you-ok?</title><content type='html'>just came home from 24click route march. started off at about 1500h on sat;&lt;br /&gt;ended 0130h on sunday. man what an experience. marching in the dark of night. can hardly see the fieldpack of the guy ahead. skali u walk and walk, end up walking into a tree.haha! one dude in front of me walk right into a large pothole of muddy water.tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;POP OH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;..coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114153731664328907?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114153731664328907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114153731664328907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/kara-you-ok.html' title='kara-you-ok?'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114122245731518575</id><published>2006-03-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:14:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP LOH!</title><content type='html'>just read my previous post. haha. sit test was alright.a bit dumb though.they give u a mission situation. make u plan for it. then u set off. but u end up doing all sorts of 'obstacles' instead'.only one station was directly related to the mission. but alright la.&lt;br /&gt;and in exactly one week im gonna be POP-ing!!!!! no more recruit!&lt;br /&gt;ill be a private.yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114122245731518575?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114122245731518575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114122245731518575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/03/pop-loh.html' title='POP LOH!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-114016002201301148</id><published>2006-02-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:07:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the wilderness</title><content type='html'>wah..feels real good to be back on mainland. no wait. it felt good just to be back in bunk. haha. i realise how much i took for granted the springbed mattress, pillows, tables,chairs, lights..heck, even the concrete under my feet feels good right now.&lt;br /&gt; 7 days field camp. one helluva time. haha. and my platoon had the dubious hoour of being latrine party. whats that? it means we dig shithoes for the rest of the company to, yeah, shit in. not easy mind you. and cheebye. we had 3 campsites. so we dug holes on three occasions. and no thats not all. we COVER UP holes too when they're all done clearing out their asses.&lt;br /&gt;and heres the funny thing. apparently hawk company cant shit properly. ill put it in the words of our Coy Sergeant Major; NO ARSEHOLE DISCIPLINE. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;but its true. some fuckers just anyhow shit and dont cover up. some MORE fuckers dont even shit inside the latrine. they go and find some convenient place close to campsite and just let em rip. bloody cheebye. until one poor bugger from the next company actually proned on that idiots crap. too much i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i have a suggestion. maybe next time the army should make us all carry potties in our FBO.&lt;br /&gt;come monday we have outfield once more. SIT test. but looking at whats been going on so far. i think theyd rather call it SHIT test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-114016002201301148?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114016002201301148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/114016002201301148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-from-wilderness.html' title='back from the wilderness'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-113846542794077703</id><published>2006-01-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:23:47.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise blading</title><content type='html'>had a nice quiet blade session at bedok skate park this morning. alone there. very nice. up and down the ramps..haha until i rammed my shins into the railing at least. need to fashion some sort of shin pads..maybe ill buy soccer ones or something.&lt;br /&gt;oh..and i saw a pretty minah at the market while helping my folks lighten the burden. made my day that.&lt;br /&gt;i realise, that upon entering ns, the urge to get a girl gets a lot stronger.  so, hey, any pretty girl out there? give me a shout! i promise i wont call the cops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-113846542794077703?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113846542794077703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113846542794077703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunrise-blading.html' title='sunrise blading'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-113825117914835175</id><published>2006-01-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:52:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well i never</title><content type='html'>and i never once thought my ex could have been such a life-saver. just when i thought i would have to go through all that trouble to recover my mindef password, she indirectly saves my ass. thanks girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-113825117914835175?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113825117914835175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113825117914835175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-never.html' title='well i never'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-113516607025734949</id><published>2005-12-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:54:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKATE PARK!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I FOUND A SKATE PARK RIGHT IN THE HEART OF BEDOK!! HAHA!!!! ITS A DREAM COME TRUE MAN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-113516607025734949?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113516607025734949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113516607025734949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/12/skate-park.html' title='SKATE PARK!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-113284619785004811</id><published>2005-11-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:29:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To have tried so hard and for so long</title><content type='html'>live and let live i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-113284619785004811?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113284619785004811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/113284619785004811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-have-tried-so-hard-and-for-so-long.html' title='To have tried so hard and for so long'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112761372468767122</id><published>2005-09-25T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T10:02:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Running Out</title><content type='html'>Aren't we all just taking things a little too easy after prelims? fuck it man, if i keep this up, im gonna end up with the same grades i'm gonna get for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start serious studying la. tomorrow onwards. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;..then again, thats what we all do. procrastinate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112761372468767122?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112761372468767122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112761372468767122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/times-running-out.html' title='Times Running Out'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112712757005511380</id><published>2005-09-19T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:59:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangles</title><content type='html'>triangles are interesting shapes arent they? 1 line shy of being square. and at least two lines short of looking all-rounded. seems like a part of me's still snagged on a triangle. if only it were that easy to get off the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112712757005511380?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112712757005511380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112712757005511380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/triangles.html' title='Triangles'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112688151365883703</id><published>2005-09-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:38:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid AdComs</title><content type='html'>Advertisement Comments. could also be thought of as Advertisement Commercials. that's a double take isnt it? redundant? hell yeah! you should get rid of one. How bout just get rid of both. stupid comments. people out there going through every means possible to get traffic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112688151365883703?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112688151365883703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112688151365883703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-adcoms.html' title='Stupid AdComs'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112688113872842311</id><published>2005-09-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:32:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>..when we were young. we mustve all done young, kiddy stuff. i saw this nicely-designed book on my computer table. paged through it. it was my younger sister's friend's book. yeah, quite bad of me but what i saw was quite amusing. it was a biodatabase of her whole class. and on each page, they wrote their 'faves'. fave food, fave subjects etc etc. then there was was friends. ok. understandable. but after came this column of GOLD SILVER and BRONZE. they ranked their friends. i would just cringe if i were to have flipped thru a similar book to see my name relegated to a BRONZE. and there were some who went a step further. '50% and below' the column read. whoa. might as well say 'people i don't like'. haha. c'mon... we're ALL friends arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, and on a different note. i can now pretty much powerslide. YEEHAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112688113872842311?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112688113872842311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112688113872842311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112679287739134003</id><published>2005-09-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:01:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WussyBoy</title><content type='html'>do NOT i repeat, DO NOT ever be a wuss. life will just plain suck if you do. you'll probably end up getting alot of friends, but hey, we all want to get into bed one day. and this stupid past mail keeps coming up for no apparent reason when i check my mailbox. heh. kinda serves as a painful reminder. &lt;br /&gt;and did i just say maths owned me in my last post?&lt;br /&gt;well today it owned me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112679287739134003?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112679287739134003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112679287739134003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/wussyboy.html' title='WussyBoy'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112652406023847656</id><published>2005-09-12T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:21:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owning</title><content type='html'>wah. cheebye. i got owned today by maths man. more coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112652406023847656?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112652406023847656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112652406023847656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/owning.html' title='Owning'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112643760381245985</id><published>2005-09-11T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:20:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Preliminaries ( and other stuff )</title><content type='html'>boys and girls, its showtime! funny thing is, im not panicking, even though i havent touched a single physics or chem mcq throughout the course of my revision. oh well, who cares, really.&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah, me and adz camped out for a while yesterday at the tampines rink. we kinda concluded that guys play with a lot more flair than girls. there was this one kid, and i say again, KID. hes barely, what, ten maybe? but hes magic on wheels man. better than the guys out there on the rink with him. and those other guys are at least three times his age. lesson: to be good in something, you either start young, or be prepared to put in alot of hard work. clearly i'm left with the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112643760381245985?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112643760381245985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112643760381245985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/preliminaries-and-other-stuff.html' title='The Preliminaries ( and other stuff )'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112626582045756708</id><published>2005-09-09T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:13:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Pro..?</title><content type='html'>adzfar was talking about going pro with regard to rollerhockey. sounds like a good eventual step. 'cause its unlikely you'll get far playing freelance. but its a really big step going pro. firstly, i don't even know whats demanded of that title. id like to play inline seriously, but not to the extent it becomes a chore. maybe i should just make friends with the dudes/dudettes who always play pick-up hockey over at the tampines rink. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112626582045756708?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112626582045756708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112626582045756708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-pro.html' title='Go Pro..?'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112611103687263734</id><published>2005-09-08T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:37:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RollerHockey</title><content type='html'>seriously, more people should discover this sport. its simply beautiful. and thanks to adzfar, i have someone to share this passion with. good one la! i love my blades man. its because of those blades i can do all things inline. 400 dollars too much for them? no way. on hindsight, i wouldnt mind throwing in another hundred bucks for them. haha, unfortunately, the right wheels seem to be a little loose now. wonder if all that jumping ive been doing wrecked the bearings. but my blades were designed to take that sort of punishment. so, hmm..i'll give them a check up tomorrow maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112611103687263734?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112611103687263734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112611103687263734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/rollerhockey.html' title='RollerHockey'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112566271338302300</id><published>2005-09-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:05:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vector V50</title><content type='html'>went over to skateline's warehouse a couple of days back and purchased an inline hockey stick. life's gonna be a little more fun right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112566271338302300?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112566271338302300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112566271338302300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/09/vector-v50.html' title='Vector V50'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112541517596948057</id><published>2005-08-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:19:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storage Increase</title><content type='html'>now how about that? i accessed my inbox a while ago, and saw something weird. my inbox was only 7% filled! haha! free upgrade to 25MB inboxes! good things come to those who wait? im not too sure about that though. my dad waited long enough with his company and nothing much came out of it. now hes about to have his OWN company. good things come to those who take action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112541517596948057?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112541517596948057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112541517596948057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/storage-increase.html' title='Storage Increase'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112516234588175379</id><published>2005-08-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:05:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>went out for a real late dinner session w my folks just now. dad's resigning and gonna start a company of his own. may god bless his endeavours. the conversation somehow drifted along and my mom mentioned tt it might be good if i go into finance or some business related course. that's like, whoa! i was planning on bringing up the matter but really had no idea how. and here she was speaking my mind out for me. yeah..life is good. and family dinners are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112516234588175379?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112516234588175379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112516234588175379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112463423100862362</id><published>2005-08-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:23:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kopi C, Kopi Peng, Kopi Kang</title><content type='html'>just watched the PM's national day rally. i admit that was the first time ive sat down to really watch through the whole thing. i must say, the PM did a good job this year. he managed to keep the rally engaging while still being able to transmit his issues across.&lt;br /&gt;its true, singapore isnt such a bad place after all. at least for us muslims. mosques are located just about everywhere. i think the best-part is: i can pray in front of my non-muslim buddies and they'll be perfectly unaffected by it.&lt;br /&gt;and its also true that we really need to work on improving our service culture. customer may always be right, but that doesnt give him a right to act like he has every right. makes sense doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have this cool idea of mine. im gonna make a little mid-to-long term project for myself. im gonna save up a thousand bucks from my NS days, set this as an investment capital, and go about trying to find niches and avenues to make this one-grand grow.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112463423100862362?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112463423100862362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112463423100862362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/kopi-c-kopi-peng-kopi-kang.html' title='Kopi C, Kopi Peng, Kopi Kang'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112447429521293934</id><published>2005-08-20T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:58:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aper sia!</title><content type='html'>aphasia- a word i learnt from someone recently. its the inability to put your thoughts into words i think. don't we all have bouts of that?&lt;br /&gt;i'm having one right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112447429521293934?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112447429521293934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112447429521293934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/aper-sia.html' title='Aper sia!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112394645724097285</id><published>2005-08-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:22:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S8- Hypothesis Testing</title><content type='html'>i have a hypothesis. people who like to believe they aren't the 'jiwang' sorts are actually jiwang. yeah? maybe? i don't know actually. its a half-baked hypothesis. only that i used to think i wasn't much of a pensive person. but over the recent years i realise i actually do quite a lot of idle musing.&lt;br /&gt;take today, man i sat/lay down looking at the sky just thinking of things. what things? every-things.&lt;br /&gt;something in me tells me that i want to take an engineering course later in uni. another part of me FEELS like taking some business course or something. maybe its the prospects of windfall gains. the excitement and uncertainty of the business world. or maybe its just the side-effect of watching too much of donald trump on tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch me. i'm gonna be somebody; some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112394645724097285?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112394645724097285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112394645724097285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/s8-hypothesis-testing.html' title='S8- Hypothesis Testing'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112360270758958110</id><published>2005-08-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:51:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another untitled entry</title><content type='html'>you know something? i just realised my last 3 entries were about prelims being just around the corner waiting to screw me. that makes 3 of 5 (excluding this one, then again, include it). a majority. its empirical evidence to prove my life is currently overwhelmed by the need to get the hell ready for the coming big exams. hah.  like i needed that to prove what needs to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112360270758958110?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112360270758958110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112360270758958110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/yet-another-untitled-entry.html' title='yet another untitled entry'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112343101248379777</id><published>2005-08-08T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:10:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>damn, prelims is REALLY coming, and i am REALLY behind schedule. 'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112343101248379777?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112343101248379777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112343101248379777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112247835091207227</id><published>2005-07-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:32:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation Update</title><content type='html'>The investment was well worth it. white magic in a bottle. to say the least, the plans working. i forgot to dump it into the fridge last night though. fermented milk in a bottle. yeuch...&lt;br /&gt;prelims draw nearer. ive gotta pick up the pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112247835091207227?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112247835091207227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112247835091207227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/situation-update_27.html' title='Situation Update'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112208468310120111</id><published>2005-07-23T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:11:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>prelims are coming sooner than you expect it. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112208468310120111?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112208468310120111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112208468310120111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/prelims.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112153418162903152</id><published>2005-07-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:16:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message To The World</title><content type='html'>i quote off some guy's newsletter. he really wanted to send this message out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"          About ten billion humans have lived and died on this giant ball of mud hurtling through space. (Interestingly, that's not much more than double the number of people who are alive today.) How many of those ten billion did anything of note during their lives? Maybe a tenth of one percent?&lt;br /&gt;          What about the rest? Well, incredibly they were willing to squander their irreplaceable, limited, precious life in dull, repetitive, mind-numbing boredom. And in many cases, this was a choice - it was not imposed on them like previous generations.&lt;br /&gt;          These faceless, nameless millions left nothing behind apart from a new generation of the same. They are all gone now; their names forgotten. They pushed humanity forward by not one inch. They were born; they consumed; they died.&lt;br /&gt;          It's sad to say but if the truth be told, 98% of gravestones... if they were to be honest, should simply state:&lt;br /&gt;                      "Here lies John W. Doe. He was born; he consumed; he died."  "    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so very true indeed. our biggest regrets will not be that of what we did, but rather of what we didnt do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112153418162903152?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112153418162903152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112153418162903152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/message-to-world.html' title='A Message To The World'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112148787331585868</id><published>2005-07-16T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:24:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation Update</title><content type='html'>today is a great day. a wonderful day. today is the day that gaining mass will be much more convenient. today...i bought myself a 1liter drink bottle. HAHA! 1L of milk straight from a carton and into my bottle. thereafter into my stomach. then into my bloodstream. then into the building of more actin and myosin!&lt;br /&gt;on another note, went for the follow-up bloodtest today. everythings A-ok; back to normal. doctor didnt give me much confidence though. he said dengue is one of those weird things. unlike most other diseases, the more times you get it, the worse it gets. yeah, you do develop and immunity against it, but in the case it does happen again, you're in deep shit. something to the effect of hemorrhaging.that definitely doesn't sound good.&lt;br /&gt;then he added that there're 4 subtypes of dengue viruses. that leaves me vulnerable to 3 others and the possibilty of the 1 now-more-dangerous strain.&lt;br /&gt;i left the consultation room wondering ' am i really feeling better? '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112148787331585868?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112148787331585868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112148787331585868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/situation-update.html' title='Situation Update'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112126474802597903</id><published>2005-07-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:25:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa..?!</title><content type='html'>man! hey fellas, what's more fun than blogging? well, i just found out it's tweaking the html format of your blog! haha! god i sure am behind times when it comes to this blogging business. but hey, never too late i say. the template you see here was originally 'minima black'. good job to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112126474802597903?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112126474802597903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112126474802597903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/whoa.html' title='Whoa..?!'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112083919142630474</id><published>2005-07-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:16:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered in INK</title><content type='html'>i did promise someone i would answer the question in ink. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great personality. easily likeable. rebellious streak. not afraid to do things. tends to follow feelings. cant say no? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my verdict. careful who you mix around with. we all tow a fine line between knowing whats right and wrong. sometimes perhaps we don't even know whats right and wrong anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noted for myself as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112083919142630474?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112083919142630474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112083919142630474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/answered-in-ink.html' title='Answered in INK'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-112071353832007569</id><published>2005-07-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:18:58.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital overnight stay</title><content type='html'>ok it was TWO overnights. and man, i stand here a changed man. salut to those ppl who survived weeks on end in a place like that. its repulsive! urgh..i still have still knot in my throat when i..wait, did i say throat? i meant stomach. yeah i get knots pretty much everywhere when i somehow catch a whiff of that 'hospital stench'. must be the floor detergent they use or something, i just hope they didnt spread someone's puke across the hospital floors. the smell still haunts me man, really it does.&lt;br /&gt;but on a brighter note, my dengues gone. though i'm left wondering what happened to my Common Tests. heh, from what i gather, not good.&lt;br /&gt;so once again, just as im getting into gear for some serious gains, BAM! ,something happens. it's back to the drawing board for me. HST looks really promising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-112071353832007569?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112071353832007569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/112071353832007569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/07/hospital-overnight-stay.html' title='hospital overnight stay'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14024938.post-111997129148476589</id><published>2005-06-29T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:08:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unprecedented move</title><content type='html'>in an unprecedented turn of events, iylia has decided to start a blog! ironically, i've had this account for god knows how long already, cause of some invite to another group blog a hell long time ago. so yeah.  funny i used the word 'ironically'; i do love iron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14024938-111997129148476589?l=ferromagnetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/111997129148476589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14024938/posts/default/111997129148476589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferromagnetic.blogspot.com/2005/06/unprecedented-move.html' title='unprecedented move'/><author><name>iylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10597897117811958124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nu8x4RclnZM/RgfEsBywrTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lMyxjJmPYJI/s400/rugbys2.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
