<?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-10483536</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:01:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>izk-ed [active]</title><subtitle type='html'>the ramblings of me life. dots.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>960</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5421145450178362679</id><published>2009-08-30T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:22:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://izk-ed.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss97/triquetra85/blogupdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5421145450178362679?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5421145450178362679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5421145450178362679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5421145450178362679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5421145450178362679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1872898209610201250</id><published>2009-08-25T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:58:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpLweYKjHNI/AAAAAAAACzI/8gMN6eywizs/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpLweYKjHNI/AAAAAAAACzI/8gMN6eywizs/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373621710079859922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Venezuela took the crown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tumblr-ing alot lately. I know, i've got like 3 blogs to keep up with. LOL call me weird and kiasu but sometimes you can catch me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://izk-ed.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;  Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1872898209610201250?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1872898209610201250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1872898209610201250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1872898209610201250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1872898209610201250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-venezuela-took-crown-ive-tumblr-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpLweYKjHNI/AAAAAAAACzI/8gMN6eywizs/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2293476832646918310</id><published>2009-08-23T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:55:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAjAqr1F0I/AAAAAAAACzA/Wztfl48ro-k/s1600-h/tumblr_koloj6yl321qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAjAqr1F0I/AAAAAAAACzA/Wztfl48ro-k/s400/tumblr_koloj6yl321qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372832849818097474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2293476832646918310?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2293476832646918310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2293476832646918310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2293476832646918310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2293476832646918310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAjAqr1F0I/AAAAAAAACzA/Wztfl48ro-k/s72-c/tumblr_koloj6yl321qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-432341989113727269</id><published>2009-08-23T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:42:34.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For what it's worth; this is how i am feeling right now. Kinda shitty, i know. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love&lt;br /&gt;Like its forever&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life&lt;br /&gt;But not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;Mmm a little bit of heaven&lt;br /&gt;But a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told. (ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;No hope OR love OR glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending's gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love&lt;br /&gt;Like its forever&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life&lt;br /&gt;But not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told. (ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;No hope or love or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending's gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me, (oh I feel as if I'm wasted)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love, (and I'm wastin' everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Like its forever&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life&lt;br /&gt;But not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAft2cT7tI/AAAAAAAACy4/ALGgrqBhMgs/s1600-h/tumblr_kok6os0H9t1qzbsi7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAft2cT7tI/AAAAAAAACy4/ALGgrqBhMgs/s400/tumblr_kok6os0H9t1qzbsi7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372829228021837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-432341989113727269?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/432341989113727269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=432341989113727269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/432341989113727269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/432341989113727269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-what-its-worth-this-is-how-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SpAft2cT7tI/AAAAAAAACy4/ALGgrqBhMgs/s72-c/tumblr_kok6os0H9t1qzbsi7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5559099135922483408</id><published>2009-08-11T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:59:07.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SoCy13c_WGI/AAAAAAAACyw/5SxZhpr2v_k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SoCy13c_WGI/AAAAAAAACyw/5SxZhpr2v_k/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368487394313984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find some people weird and mean at times. Even so they don't realise they're being mean, they should at least, erm do something about it. Geez, i suck at this. Anyway, as i was saying. I'm hardly available online, on my phone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which went missing last week)&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i took the opportunity to take a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, i shouldn't be bothered by these strange awkward mean moments people are portraying but things had been crazy lately that i feel pretty fucked up every now and then. Oh visual above, credits to Tabby's blog. I love going to her blog somehow or rather, it makes me feel calm, sane and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel the pinch of idol saga lately. Yes, the unwanted attention, the serious downpour of messages everywhere, literally. Sheesh. I guess that's how you live your life as a celebrity blogger. What am i ranting? I'm no where near a celebrity. Anyway, to those meantards, screw you and good morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...yawns..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5559099135922483408?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5559099135922483408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5559099135922483408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5559099135922483408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5559099135922483408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-find-some-people-weird-and-mean-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SoCy13c_WGI/AAAAAAAACyw/5SxZhpr2v_k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-470365845487896161</id><published>2009-08-10T04:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:45:20.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At NDP earlier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Friend - "HEY WHERE ARE YOU???"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I'M AT THE GREEN SECTOR!! YOU?!"&lt;br /&gt;Friend - "ME TOO!! I'M WAVING THE RED HEARTSHAPE TORCHLIGHT!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Among 27,000 other red heartshape torchlights, urm ok."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-470365845487896161?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/470365845487896161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=470365845487896161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/470365845487896161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/470365845487896161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-ndp-earlier-friend-hey-where-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5306878345370781090</id><published>2009-08-09T05:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:57:30.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sn30OivB83I/AAAAAAAACyk/cucuINYkKE0/s1600-h/SINGAPORE1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sn30OivB83I/AAAAAAAACyk/cucuINYkKE0/s400/SINGAPORE1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367714861574910834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Singapore Idol Family"&lt;/span&gt; bit, because i took it from the idol blog. Gah! I couldn't be bothered to do another graphic la. Anyway, Happy Birthday my homeland! I'm going to the parade later with mummy dearest and she's all psyched about it that she bought a red and white top earlier. As for me, i'm wearing black and be slightly fashion forward to celebrate my damn's country 44th birthday. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...count on me singapore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5306878345370781090?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5306878345370781090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5306878345370781090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5306878345370781090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5306878345370781090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignore-singapore-idol-family-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sn30OivB83I/AAAAAAAACyk/cucuINYkKE0/s72-c/SINGAPORE1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5840892773138163632</id><published>2009-08-08T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:33:16.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend calls her dog, kitty =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5840892773138163632?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5840892773138163632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5840892773138163632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5840892773138163632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5840892773138163632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friend-calls-her-dog-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3621085474835293120</id><published>2009-08-08T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:01:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Norwegian recycling is my officially favourite erm, mixer whatever from now on. People google Norwegian Recycling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3621085474835293120?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3621085474835293120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3621085474835293120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3621085474835293120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3621085474835293120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/norwegian-recycling-is-my-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7544810553426769360</id><published>2009-08-08T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:54:13.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe, i just realised i like 4 chord songs. I have no idea what it was called before, all i can say i like feel good songs. Thanks to Douglas, he gave me a set videos on youtube. OH BOY, it sure does make me happy yo. I can't post the other video but please youtube it - "How Six Songs Collide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;They should find a genre for these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpB_40hYjXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpB_40hYjXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7544810553426769360?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7544810553426769360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7544810553426769360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7544810553426769360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7544810553426769360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-i-just-realised-i-like-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-9207698219663519867</id><published>2009-08-07T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:05:27.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As speculated later this week by Starrtrash, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Ga-Ga&lt;/span&gt; has confirmed that she indeed is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hermaphrodite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pictures of her vagina, which shows a bulge resembling a tiny penis were released last week that started the rumours about her gender identity. Starrtrash confirmed the story with her blog entry earlier this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not something that I'm ashamed of, just isn't something that i go around telling everyone. Yes. I have both male and female genitalia, but i consider myself a female. Its just a little bit of a penis and really doesnt interfere much with my life. the reason I haven't talked about it is that its not a big deal to me. like come on. its not like we all go around talking about our vags. I think this is a great opportunity to make other multiple gendered people feel more comfortable with their bodies. I'm sexy, I'm hot. i have both a poon and a peener. big fucking deal.&lt;br /&gt;- L8d Gaga &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-9207698219663519867?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/9207698219663519867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=9207698219663519867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/9207698219663519867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/9207698219663519867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-speculated-later-this-week-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8578929873442990363</id><published>2009-08-06T11:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:10:48.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnpJomr2FUI/AAAAAAAACyc/kpd1LFdDEuY/s1600-h/fail-owned-window-placement-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnjzlvNqWoI/AAAAAAAACxU/f7UZ6XHRSsc/s400/2tyra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366306785666423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. I'm feeling much better thank you. I guess you guys have kept an update with the idol blog :] I wish i could put everyone one through every round because each and every contestant deserves it. Even so now it's already down to the Top 24, eventually there'll be only ONE. Oh well, i'm enjoying the ride i'm in it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American pornstar is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Asian version is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lulu&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok super lame, but that got me cracking up early this morning for some reason. Bye guys! Oh by the way, Happy Belated Birthday Shawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i still have readers on this blog heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8357564493664617724?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8357564493664617724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8357564493664617724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8357564493664617724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8357564493664617724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnjzwKkcktI/AAAAAAAACxk/XyHdPME3rkk/s72-c/3tyra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3798253894867788084</id><published>2009-08-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:35:42.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snfy1JQE6QI/AAAAAAAACxM/XzM64BprL4E/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snfy1JQE6QI/AAAAAAAACxM/XzM64BprL4E/s400/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366024475865573634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3798253894867788084?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3798253894867788084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3798253894867788084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3798253894867788084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3798253894867788084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snfy1JQE6QI/AAAAAAAACxM/XzM64BprL4E/s72-c/Picture+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4511567924889510723</id><published>2009-08-04T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:10:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snc13r4SEYI/AAAAAAAACxE/GbvbqI57ayc/s1600-h/ErmhTrPG1qibbacvFNkYaCpGo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snc13r4SEYI/AAAAAAAACxE/GbvbqI57ayc/s400/ErmhTrPG1qibbacvFNkYaCpGo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365816711823102338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;From Tabby :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I'm having a horrendous cough and cold, and i couldn't even catch up with my friggin' nose. How's that MJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"....polite..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4511567924889510723?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4511567924889510723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4511567924889510723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4511567924889510723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4511567924889510723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-tabby-im-having-horrendous-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Snc13r4SEYI/AAAAAAAACxE/GbvbqI57ayc/s72-c/ErmhTrPG1qibbacvFNkYaCpGo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6079567446410395738</id><published>2009-08-03T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:43:15.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnZAl0WTufI/AAAAAAAACw8/kDM7Jb8TDD4/s1600-h/lomo_lonely_man_by_belizyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnZAl0WTufI/AAAAAAAACw8/kDM7Jb8TDD4/s400/lomo_lonely_man_by_belizyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365547024510073330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"no sweeping exits&lt;br /&gt;no hollywood endings&lt;br /&gt;flowers and football tops&lt;br /&gt;dont mean a thing."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6079567446410395738?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6079567446410395738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6079567446410395738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6079567446410395738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6079567446410395738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-sweeping-exits-no-hollywood-endings.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnZAl0WTufI/AAAAAAAACw8/kDM7Jb8TDD4/s72-c/lomo_lonely_man_by_belizyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-93577971263604803</id><published>2009-07-30T06:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:45:36.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnDQ2RS_TNI/AAAAAAAACw0/yYpPi88jU1g/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnDQ2RS_TNI/AAAAAAAACw0/yYpPi88jU1g/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364016786972822738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-93577971263604803?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/93577971263604803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=93577971263604803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/93577971263604803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/93577971263604803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SnDQ2RS_TNI/AAAAAAAACw0/yYpPi88jU1g/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1593289629693178435</id><published>2009-07-17T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:28:23.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sl9iCiz3YBI/AAAAAAAACwc/5-cJbAbG_iE/s1600-h/idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sl9iCiz3YBI/AAAAAAAACwc/5-cJbAbG_iE/s400/idol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359109877437784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY! I'M FAMOUS!&lt;/span&gt; ok maybe not, but then again i'm super excited on this quest that i'm about to venture. Honestly, i can't remember when i participated the competition but hey, I WON! You can catch me on the website at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://idol.mediacorptv.sg&lt;/span&gt; ranting about what goes on behind the scene of the whole idol competition and you can go there now to check out the interview i had with the mediacorp peeps. And yes my happily disappeared eyebags pictures &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(thanks to photoshop)&lt;/span&gt; is up in the website &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i repeat, Paris Hilton is not my favourite idol. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sl9ieSPKl-I/AAAAAAAACws/k0RGzVZt-hs/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sl9ieSPKl-I/AAAAAAAACws/k0RGzVZt-hs/s400/header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359110354025224162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll try to juggle both blogs here and there yeah. So the link to the Idol website is on the thumbnail on my right, above my self crouching tiger, hidden dragon photo yeah. Feel free to tap into the idol blog for the gist of everything that goes into the Idol competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a banner done for me before and now i've got my own web header! Double the yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...THIRTY-OH-9! [Design and Events]..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1593289629693178435?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1593289629693178435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1593289629693178435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1593289629693178435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1593289629693178435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-im-famous-ok-maybe-not-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sl9iCiz3YBI/AAAAAAAACwc/5-cJbAbG_iE/s72-c/idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8750079086397176015</id><published>2009-07-10T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:10:48.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Given a point that now, when i promised to blog earlier; the muse failed on me. But as promised i did give this blog an entry. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8750079086397176015?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8750079086397176015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8750079086397176015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8750079086397176015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8750079086397176015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/given-point-that-now-when-i-promised-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2170928595101086493</id><published>2009-07-09T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:55:23.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTERnewn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got like tonnes of photo to put up, but somehow it got lost somewhere in my mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be bothered to give a dig through but hey, maybe tonight i will. God knows, since procrastination could be the mother of all evil, you'll never know where or when you'll be possessed by it. Somehow or rather, i miss giving a photolog of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my-sometimes-super-edited &lt;/span&gt;photos of things that surround me. But don't worry i will, soon enough to even count the seconds on your watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, i think i might be lying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got to go for a quick meeting. Cheerios mighty people of the world. I'll post interesting stuff tonight, and yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I PROMISE ON THAT&lt;/span&gt;. Provided blogger wouldn't be a pain in the neck just like the other night. Ok. May the peace be with you, maybe a double cheeseburger as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Awful randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...wake up call..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2170928595101086493?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2170928595101086493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2170928595101086493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2170928595101086493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2170928595101086493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/afternewn.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5019923493752819383</id><published>2009-07-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:49:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Waste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little unsettling to realise that I really have nothing of significance to write about anymore. Hmm. Nothing, not even a morsel of thought but waiiiitttt a minute; i think, like a second ago; i'm struck with a random inspiration to at least weave something in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i managed to break this numbing silence of abhoringly horrid thoughts of, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out earlier, with raving thoughts of running my own business when i saw this chinese uncle did something relatively appalling. I was at those NTUC express outlets at some petrol kiosk; i do frequent NTUC just like any other mediocre aunties. Yes, this fellow homo-sapien, tore two pieces of $10 bills into pieces there and then while screaming something in Hokkien or Cantonese. I was dumbstrucked for a moment, but what shocked me the most was that, he tore it not out of anger but somehow or rather; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness.&lt;/span&gt; Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (yes i do refer the uncle as it for now) &lt;/span&gt;has that cunning smirk all over his face, with a tummy full of jelly. This is no Santa Claus i say, but as jolly as he tore those moolahs, it was disturbing, it was very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unnerving as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood for a good minute, with endless thoughts running through my mind. No one in the right state of mind would tear money, well so i personally believe in that. I'm not sure what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; going through, yes again i'm referring him to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;. Like i mentioned, no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human &lt;/span&gt;would tear money, well i don't know, i've never come across one until earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i've been churned into a business mode lately, where every cent counts. So it does hurt to see money torn into pieces. Does it not mean anything to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;? I believe even millionaires, wouldn't consider tearing up a $10 bill. We're facing a massive financial drought here, with the frequent shakes of the country's economy, i see money turned into confetti; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in literal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he has every reason to do so, i don't know i'm no telepath or oracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i even thought that isit even legal to tear our country's currency? If it is, that's one bold step he took. A snap back into reality, i saw the shreds of money flew in the wind. Like the dry leaves, raked upon their despise, the worthless pieces of torn currency joined them, like a hybrid of a kind. It takes seconds to make something that's actually worth $20, literally in cold hard form into something inferior nonetheless. Reflections of the deprivation of hunger, world disasters even those human resulted catastrophe's came running into my mind, like an arrow to a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel affected, i'd bend the arrows and direct it to the fella who caused the damage. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe he is selfish because everyone has to be selfish in their very own way but i do think that whatever he did was wrong. Wrong in every ways, legally or not. If only, i knew what's going in his head, wait. I'm gonna take back my words. I've got enough going on for myself then to burden the mind with woes of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am being selfish like i mentioned above; everyone has to be selfish in their very own way. Opening a door to solve other problems doesn't mean you'll be closing another door for your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikki and Sky are on my bed, and nope there's not even a tiny space for me to cuddle up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall i be selfish or let them continue being selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...nothing else i can say...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5019923493752819383?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5019923493752819383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5019923493752819383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5019923493752819383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5019923493752819383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/waste-its-little-unsettling-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8190391473216006769</id><published>2009-07-06T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:59:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running my own business on the sideline. Armed with only my mac, my mind and my notebook; i hope this would develop into something bigger and better. I'm still doing my design, but i'm venturing into events now. I think i have garnered some contacts along the way, but there is definitely room for more. I'm doing weddings mainly as for now, hoping to clinch bigger projects when everything that are from the foundations are stabilised and pretty much firm enough before i jump into the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared out of my wits, but i'm ready to jump across every hurdle and obstacles along the way. I've got my doubts, but if i believe i can do it and with the support of others; i know i can. Some of my friends are truly my pillars on showering me with support, which shows there is still love and kindness in this manipulative world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My ex-boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chia Juping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, is definitely my role model for someone NOT to become, ever. As cunning and manipulative one can be, without a thought for others, i believe and stand strong in my stride that Juping is nothing more but a selfish whore that chooses wicked and cunning as her middle names. Coming from an employee, to those who stumbled across my blog, please refrain from doing business with her due to her dishonesty and lack of integrity towards her workers. Enough about the angelic her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a huge step for me. My mum is giving me her support and prays to god that everything will go smoothly for me. I'm tired, from all this business mind thinking. I've never thought myself as someone who handles business to an extend that i'm carrying out my own. I got to say that the early part of bringing up this "child" of mine is no easy task. The sacrifices i have to make, time spent with friends, time for myself, time for almost everything else, but i just hope all these sacrifices wouldn't go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself a goal, by the end of July next year, we shall see how far i've gone. To confidently, settle myself in my very own office, hire some interested parties, and putting this little business of mine to another level. Of course for the better. Yes, i'm psyched, but like i mentioned earlier, i'm terrified. I fear for all things bad, but i have to look on the brighter side of life. Be truthful, confident, positive, and always stay happy i know i can pull this through. Creative clinic, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone? I know the blog is getting boring. Trust me, it's the whole age thing. The older i get, the lesser i blog, but not less wiser haha. Everything seemed pretty hectic lately, with certain legal deals, meetings and many more. I miss youth. OH boy! how much i miss youth. Youth oh youth, do drop by again, these aching joints, and wrinkles are yearning for a few years younger. As for the bones, not to fret or worry your knucker heads off, there's always Anlene milk, avoid osteoporosis now! I think it's osteoporosis, but i couldn't careless finding it's definition, but it does so right. No? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this entry on an email template because somehow or rather my internet went kapoof out of the blue. Leaving me, yes me, the technology dependant all useless and handicapped. Argh, the agony! As usual, Starhub customer care takes forever to answer your call, by the time they answer, i swear rabbits will have triple ears.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pfftt*&lt;/span&gt; Oh wow, the kind operator lady actually picked up my call. Somehow or rather, there's an island wide maintenance progress going on and it will take at least half an hour or more to get it done. Geez, there's a note i didn't get in advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Nadi, Mona, Faz, Sofi, Zark, Faridah, Syam, Bob, Nadiah and Muiz earlier. A pretty mighty last minute gathering i say. It was a good meet up despite the rainy day. But no wet falls from the sky will dampen our spirits yo! After much joy and laughter, we departed around 12. My soles of my Safari's came off. Not one side, but both! becoming the butt of all laughter that night. Rah rah rah rah rah. I love my Safari's, well it looks like money down the drain now. We're planning a paintball retreat soon, jollyho! I love my lepak geng. Anyhooo, I'm relatively tired now. My sausage like fingers are typing endlessly but my mind is already on my bed. I think i should join her very very soon. Anyway, here's a random pic. Hopefully, there'll be more entries in the near future. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SlD857UDWOI/AAAAAAAACwU/wbQQgC9Awgc/s1600-h/__37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SlD857UDWOI/AAAAAAAACwU/wbQQgC9Awgc/s400/__37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058029048060130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT CHILDREN OF THE FINEST CORN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....long distance...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8190391473216006769?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8190391473216006769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8190391473216006769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8190391473216006769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8190391473216006769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/07/storytime-im-running-my-own-business-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SlD857UDWOI/AAAAAAAACwU/wbQQgC9Awgc/s72-c/__37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-826066567193126717</id><published>2009-06-30T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:06:36.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER IS BEING A BITCHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-826066567193126717?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/826066567193126717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=826066567193126717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/826066567193126717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/826066567193126717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogger-is-being-bitchhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2610040301966152450</id><published>2009-06-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:39:30.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna blog tonight! Give me a while, as my muse make its way back home alrighty! Hah, it's been a while. A pretty long while, i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2610040301966152450?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2610040301966152450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2610040301966152450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2610040301966152450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2610040301966152450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna-blog-tonight-give-me-while-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6138142321870344001</id><published>2009-06-19T04:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:14:45.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gosh, this is damn good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6138142321870344001?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6138142321870344001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6138142321870344001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6138142321870344001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6138142321870344001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosh-this-is-damn-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3420314670899528006</id><published>2009-06-19T03:11:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:25:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjqUgSB_UYI/AAAAAAAACwM/yvrdAkvQJ_8/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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It's pretty sickening that everytime you reach to my page, you don't see updates but pretty much videos of Kris Allen's triumphant win which was way backk then. I'm still elated that he won by the way. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with everything else. I've got work problems which i am in the midst of solving it right now, i've got responsibility issues to handle which is still an, erm an issue. I've got celebrations, weddings and everything else under the sun. I've got spillage of my calendars due to my schedule. Sometimes, i've got to schedule myself to even sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not exaggerating here alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some random updates about the month of June. Honestly, my fingers seemed to be getting rusty as i age. I used to find pleasure in typing blog entries, but now besides the wrinkles forming across my foreheads, the joints are all jammed up with AGE. Oh well. Anyway, as i was saying. June came by, of course it started off with my best friend Jason my man, 24th birthday. Old or what? Well my turn is not that long anyway. Pretty much had dinner at Spageddies and karaoke right after. Simple old good fun. Nothing to rave about. But happy birthday bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlQ3SDp5HI/AAAAAAAACo8/8NpZCIKdXk0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlQ3SDp5HI/AAAAAAAACo8/8NpZCIKdXk0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348394943149368434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this issue on my mind. But i'm not in the right mind to sum it up in words. Oh well, i'll leave that issue for another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fala got married. She is now officially called Mrs Timo Nowak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear Fala got married over the weekends. It was crazy. The planning, unexpectedly landed on me during the last drops of sand in the hour glass. In all, i managed to pull it off. The sweat, tears, and the tretcherous climb up to Fort Canning was all worth it. I can't thank Nadiah, Nadi and Faridah enough for helping me assist to plan the wedding, i really can't thank them enough man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were hiccups during the wedding, it was a beautiful one. I cried during my speech during dinner. My impromptu speech that is, but its more off tears of satisfaction and relieve that the wedding was coming to an end that night. It was all worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes every tear and sweat worth it was the unexpected gratitude that Timo showered me during the wedding dinner. No one ever actually expresses their thanks in a very sincere and heartfelt manner to me before. With the soft words whispered to my ears while he clinched my hands in a very firm handshake while putting his other arm around shoulder, it felt that every word he breathed out was from the bottom of his heart. It felt really good. And yes Fala, you've landed yourself someone with a heart gold or let me quote from your speech, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"humanity heart"&lt;/span&gt; LOL. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlRieZ1qaI/AAAAAAAACpM/lbeCRY6ZNk8/s400/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395685198014882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlRWsXF2MI/AAAAAAAACpE/hWYBM1F3vKI/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlRWsXF2MI/AAAAAAAACpE/hWYBM1F3vKI/s400/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395482786158786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...another entry soon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2512481816188536039?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2512481816188536039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2512481816188536039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2512481816188536039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2512481816188536039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-dusts-off-virtual-cobwebs.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SjlQ3SDp5HI/AAAAAAAACo8/8NpZCIKdXk0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3470554910332858940</id><published>2009-06-12T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:12:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, i find this hillarious! HAHA Similanjiaoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3470554910332858940?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3470554910332858940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3470554910332858940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3470554910332858940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3470554910332858940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/honestly-i-find-this-hillarious-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6663213574693676133</id><published>2009-06-11T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:05:50.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;With everything that i'm going through right now, it's just hard to pen them down.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do not know where to begin in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bach. Better than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6663213574693676133?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6663213574693676133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6663213574693676133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6663213574693676133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6663213574693676133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blog-is-getting-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-513511171288981995</id><published>2009-06-05T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:55:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait to see her crumble. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me she will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-513511171288981995?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/513511171288981995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=513511171288981995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/513511171288981995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/513511171288981995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait-to-see-her-crumble.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-578694700867435691</id><published>2009-05-23T04:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:21:05.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUGXg_S-D1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUGXg_S-D1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdrl66RI0bc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdrl66RI0bc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's great to know that they're are both winners. And those out there who are still pulling their hair out and ranting endlessly with disagreement on why Kris took the crown, com'on take a chill pill fellas! They are both artistes of two different genres whats the point of comparing man haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Idol brothers they are :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-578694700867435691?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/578694700867435691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=578694700867435691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/578694700867435691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/578694700867435691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-843844684234969362</id><published>2009-05-22T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:36:16.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ShZHr9t8MxI/AAAAAAAACo0/cKNs8Qpw9yc/s1600-h/kriss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ShZHr9t8MxI/AAAAAAAACo0/cKNs8Qpw9yc/s400/kriss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338533228921500434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the Puerto Ricon dude &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(whatever his name is)&lt;/span&gt; on Kris's right, that is why i blurred the damn image. LOL. It wasn't the perfect group moment, because Adam, Alisson and Danny wasn't in it. If you flip back through my archives somewhere around May last year, i posted almost the same exact winning photo montage of Cook during his reign. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clearly, Kris winning the idol title yesterday was another Asian Idol moment! Woohoo!It's quite obvious and sadly majority would agree that he doesn't deserve the title, but i don't really care; HE ALREADY WON! At least i knew the millions that voted last night were sharing a common interest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hey ho cheerio!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-843844684234969362?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/843844684234969362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=843844684234969362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/843844684234969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/843844684234969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ShZHr9t8MxI/AAAAAAAACo0/cKNs8Qpw9yc/s72-c/kriss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8579362807894732312</id><published>2009-05-22T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:59:48.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Actually Won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my freaking surprise, he actually won. I did root for him in the beginning, but considering that Adam was his final competitor; i gave up immediately. I mean hello? It's like putting a normal nasi lemak together with changi's nasi lemak, of course the decision would go to the latter! (pardon my comparison substitutes, i'm just grasping anything right now hurhur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, he clinched the damn title! Boy was i surprised!! I was elated that's for sure! Hearing his name echoed by Ryan definitely made my day! Though in the finale, Kiss's performance together with Adam was super duper dope, nothing could beat the triumphant winning moment from the only dark horse of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Kris Allen won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...no boundaries..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8579362807894732312?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8579362807894732312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8579362807894732312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8579362807894732312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8579362807894732312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-actually-won-to-my-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4769331667342123911</id><published>2009-05-21T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:17:26.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm totally crazy over this year's idol competition. Nothing beats the battle of the Davids last year.I am definitely bias because Cook rocks my socks off anytime and well Archuletta too i guess heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, between Kris and Adam, well i guess they're both from two different universe. One commands drama and theatrics, and one delivers with utmost sincerity. All i can say is that this year idol is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;, yes with a capital B. Though, i was routing for red head Alisson in the beginning, but my dreams and including hers were dashed when she got booted out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris and Adam? Gah! I would want Kris to win but it's pretty clear that Adam is the winner even way before the final two were announced. Why did i pick Kris? Honestly, i have no clue. I'm going to be superficial and say, he's way pleasant to look at and at times he does bring his songs to a melodious level. As for Adam, i guess his theatrics and screaming are overrated. Haha. But, to put them on a equal balance, they're still Bleah. The lack of pazzazz is sure is missing somewhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd trade it for Kimora anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...idolisatioNOT..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4769331667342123911?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4769331667342123911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4769331667342123911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4769331667342123911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4769331667342123911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8941680748364162132</id><published>2009-05-19T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:39:51.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those days of frolicking around wild and free are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;Age is catching up too fast, live is getting shorter as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;Have i done so much wrong, that i feel worn out from the happiness that i used to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8941680748364162132?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8941680748364162132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8941680748364162132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8941680748364162132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8941680748364162132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-days-of-frolicking-around-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6571649821276686347</id><published>2009-05-19T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:32:57.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who are these people?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in search of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6571649821276686347?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6571649821276686347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6571649821276686347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6571649821276686347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6571649821276686347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-are-these-people-im-in-search-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8602755838870933218</id><published>2009-05-16T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:26:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so angry with my boss right now, that i swear i could use her boobs and suffocate her to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8602755838870933218?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8602755838870933218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8602755838870933218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8602755838870933218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8602755838870933218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-angry-with-my-boss-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4502100881343094342</id><published>2009-05-14T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:37:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from work, well i just got home from meeting my friends AFTER work. Bah. Even though i'm to blame for spending a late night out on a work week, i'll still complain about the lack of sleep that i'm about to have later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog tonight decides to keep me awake a little longer, but i guess no longer then this sentence cause the eyelids are failing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random note: I just found my Vietnamese Chinese&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (how contradicting)&lt;/span&gt; lanterns. Do i hang them up but the colours sure do clash with my room tone now. Grr. I knew i should have bought the white and the green ones instead of the maroon and purple. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgsTUwsj2JI/AAAAAAAACos/IECWboOkcCI/s1600-h/3018796217_fef3b26098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgsTUwsj2JI/AAAAAAAACos/IECWboOkcCI/s400/3018796217_fef3b26098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335379430940596370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...tonight...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4502100881343094342?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4502100881343094342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4502100881343094342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4502100881343094342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4502100881343094342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/2am-i-just-got-home-from-work-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgsTUwsj2JI/AAAAAAAACos/IECWboOkcCI/s72-c/3018796217_fef3b26098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5118245688077589104</id><published>2009-05-07T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:08:13.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogosphere, Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a new shower head to replace the broken one i've got at home. I've been showering from a broken hose for a gazillion of years, and i swore i was totally in touch with my inner kampongself. I also finally bought shaving cream but i guess you guys don't have to know that. Anyway, my hectic April finally ended and yay! I'm done with all shows, for now that is. My next event falls at the end of May, well at least i will definitely have ample time for some rest and catch ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've got a million and one photos to upload, but i'm extremely lazy to resize them. So i guess you guys have to wait for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm too tired to blog. HAHA and as you can see, the paragraphs gets shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well. I'll bid farewell in this set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgL4-itYKEI/AAAAAAAACok/spH8Pwg6kqE/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgL4-itYKEI/AAAAAAAACok/spH8Pwg6kqE/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098662112798786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;YAY TO THE WORLD!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....what the mother?...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5118245688077589104?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5118245688077589104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5118245688077589104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5118245688077589104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5118245688077589104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogosphere-hello-i-finally-bought-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SgL4-itYKEI/AAAAAAAACok/spH8Pwg6kqE/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8515037936851006991</id><published>2009-04-22T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:48:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Those Were The Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being back in school.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how retarded and lame i was back then, wait a minute; i think i'm still all that. Alright let me try to refine that phrase. I remembered how over retarded and unethically lame i was back then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(oh well i guess this might work&lt;/span&gt;). Husni, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the-not-so-small-young-boy-who's-nadi's-and-sofi's-cousin,&lt;/span&gt; was snooping around my archives and telling me a hoot i was in writing those entries way back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A hoot?&lt;/span&gt; Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i was retarded? Oh yeah, twice as a matter of fact. Honestly, i've always thought my entries back then were my mundane, ever so nocturnal posts cause i hardly blog when the sun is up, with bad engrissh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (i think now too)&lt;/span&gt;, even i think the singlish was bad enough to make people barf. Opps, i think my cat just did. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point proven, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Husni made me reminisce the past, i dive right through my archives and began to dug out the interesting facts that i list down in the world wide web. Oh boy, it was atrocious, horrible and relatively unbelievable. They say, the old stuff sounds way better after reading it now. Geez, but one thing is for sure that is sentimental enough for going through the old posts were that, i was pretty carefree then. I blogged about my friends almost daily, on what i do, on what i eat and everything else that matters to me under the damn sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My blog is turning 5 in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of expressions. The good, the bad and the ugly. I'm surprised that i'm actually still blogging right now. I virtually can see that how mature my posts are now compared to the years of B.C. heh. Well, not ancient history as of yet, but it sure will be in 2090! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(why 2090... bleah!) &lt;/span&gt;I'll dominate the world with my life story! If it'll ever made that far haha. I'll put a note in my life calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days back in design. Those are the days that i made friends of all sorts and the ones that actually colour the pages of my biography. I am more than thankful with all the friends i made back in design school, they are who i am now. I'd like to thank Husni, that not so little brother of mine hahaha for making me reflect on my past. It was all good. Even the bad that was back then, seems positive now. Ah.. now this puts me in an emotional state of joy haha. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design school ended their orientations last week, thanks to Sarah for the live feedback and congratulations to Temasek Design School for gaining the Best Spirited school award, cause being the best of your spirits, brings out the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....design oei....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8515037936851006991?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8515037936851006991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8515037936851006991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8515037936851006991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8515037936851006991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-those-were-days-i-miss-being-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3251133565788480815</id><published>2009-04-20T15:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:36:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos of Passion Ball 2009, the event that i designed and co-ordinated. Some of the gorgeous socialites and well known personalities that attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlkNaC8aI/AAAAAAAACoE/hARAXBIQzE4/s1600-h/passion-ball-2009_2049_105304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlkNaC8aI/AAAAAAAACoE/hARAXBIQzE4/s400/passion-ball-2009_2049_105304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673763276878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlhGNRuBI/AAAAAAAACn8/DMDoRSSIgjk/s1600-h/passion-ball-2009_2049_105277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlhGNRuBI/AAAAAAAACn8/DMDoRSSIgjk/s400/passion-ball-2009_2049_105277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673709804664850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlUHD-7xI/AAAAAAAACn0/gp7coS6SI7s/s1600-h/passion-ball-2009_2049_105255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlUHD-7xI/AAAAAAAACn0/gp7coS6SI7s/s400/passion-ball-2009_2049_105255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673486695821074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zouk's 18th Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlyAVc-FI/AAAAAAAACoc/ghoI_56WJi0/s1600-h/CLB_8683+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlyAVc-FI/AAAAAAAACoc/ghoI_56WJi0/s400/CLB_8683+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326674000286120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlvrZNo_I/AAAAAAAACoU/pe0bWYtR8V4/s1600-h/CLB_8783+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlvrZNo_I/AAAAAAAACoU/pe0bWYtR8V4/s400/CLB_8783+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673960305009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewltNt4eAI/AAAAAAAACoM/_5runfTtj5Y/s1600-h/CLB_8614+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewltNt4eAI/AAAAAAAACoM/_5runfTtj5Y/s400/CLB_8614+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673917978900482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...light years ahead!..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3251133565788480815?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3251133565788480815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3251133565788480815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3251133565788480815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3251133565788480815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos-of-passion-ball-2009-event-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SewlkNaC8aI/AAAAAAAACoE/hARAXBIQzE4/s72-c/passion-ball-2009_2049_105304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6659486729789573604</id><published>2009-04-19T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:45:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekends, Not So Much Of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people of the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, i can only manage to pin down my thoughts relatively, once a week. Ah. I've been busy. The hectic schedule seriously is drowning the shit out of me. Let me see, my last weekend were gone because of the damn ball, this weekend, i spent half of the day in the office rushing the Jimmy Choo drawings. Next weekend, i'll be heading down to Vivocity for a 3 day event for Levi's (which is unprofitable and non-beneficial to thyself). The Labour Day weekend, i'll be having another 3 day event at the newly built Tampines One for some Topshop|Topman styling whatever but thank god Anny will be there, so i won't kill myself with boredom and solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jimmy Choo is on the 28th at St. Regis, but that's a weekday, but it'll be freaking jammed pack nonetheless. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving mexican food so much lately that i bought tortilla wraps and pita breads to whip up some mexican fiesta for myself but obviously i do not have the time for that. I've been craving for alot of things lately that sometimes i wonder if i'm pregnant :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i had casting the other day for Levi's and bumped into Christabel! It's been a while since i saw her because the last time i met her was a year ago back in camp. How unfortunate is that, to meet a hot girl in the surroundings of horny green cladded men. It's weird that i was casting her for the show because obviously i'd be bias hahaha. But truth be told, i really thought she was the best of the lot. She fits the jeans nicely and had a terrific catwalk compared to other models that were present. Oh well, it's all up to the client!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got taco's and guacemole on my mind this very instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 645 in the evening right now, and i feel like sleeping all over again but i've got digital imaging to do for work right now. Oh well. See you guys in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...tonight is the night..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6659486729789573604?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6659486729789573604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6659486729789573604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6659486729789573604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6659486729789573604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekends-not-so-much-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-795502399971501783</id><published>2009-04-12T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:10:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Night At Capella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capella Hotel was dope. Well the entire ball was dope. Though i was working, i managed to mingle with the richest of the richest in Singapore. I was introduced to Dick Lee, Denise Keller, Ashley Isham, the Melwani's, Giorgia Lee, Phillip Morris, the owner of Georg Jensen, etc. I was taken aback actually with all the A-List people that came. I was in a frumpy blazer that has nothing to wow about but these guys made it down in their Gucci's, Dolce's, and what's not. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1am, these tai-tais were partying hard, with the open bar and dessert counter, i was sitting at one of the dinner tables looking upon these middle aged people dancing their asses off to the tunes of Lady Gaga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(trust me, i was shocked with the song choice)&lt;/span&gt;. A waiter came up to me with a glass of martini. Well, i'm allowed to drink even though i was working but i thought personally it wasn't right. It came from a socialite called Cynthia Lee. She was sitting alone adjacent from me. Honestly, i didn't know what to do there and then. Do i walk up to her or do i give a nod of thanks from a distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. All these were just so surreal. I've got my colleagues slumped in our given rooms waiting for the event to end so we could tear the set down and here am i, getting drinks, well just a drink from this relatively pretty but mature lady. I took my martini and gather all of my courage and went up to her table. I just introduced myself and such, i'm nothing more but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the people behind the scenes"&lt;/span&gt;. Well, she just laughed and offered me a sit. The room was still banging with music, now tunes from another era haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mentioned that her name was Cynthia Lee right?, but it was so loud, i couldn't hear what she was saying most of the time, also i've got my walkie talkie earpiece stuffed into my ears. I complimented on her white chiffon greek goddess Versace dress. Somehow or rather, thoughts ran through my mind, thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah sehhhhh&lt;/span&gt; this must be how a toy boy feels! WAHAHAHA. Imagine, if i were to get serious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(not in a relationship of course)&lt;/span&gt; i'd be showered with gifts, money, etc. I'm for sure certain she's rich, well to me anyone who attended last night's ball was definitely the creme of the crop of Singapore's finest. Well, we chatted for 15mins, before i took my leave and joined my colleagues in our room somewhere near the ballroom. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my exit and again thoughts were running through my mind. The night was interesting, i've been called a gentleman a million of times by various women and boy! was i flattered. But the socialite that offered me a martini, was definitely the most memorable experience i could have, well experienced haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at 3am and tore down began right away. Both me and my colleague decided to rest the moment the tear down began because the contractor convinced us it was under control. We retreat to our villa, yes a villa. A villa like no-other to enjoy our slumber. The next morning, the ballroom was cleared of all the mess! The contractors were definitely onto his words! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home, dreadfully because the villa was heaven on earth accompanied by its very own private pool. Hahaha. Lugged the steamer and dresses home because i couldn't be bothered to drop by the office cause i'm dead tired. Oh well, i can't wait for for work now! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...book of dreams..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-795502399971501783?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/795502399971501783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=795502399971501783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/795502399971501783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/795502399971501783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-at-capella-capella-was-dope.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8115897030075898435</id><published>2009-04-10T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:36:49.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me see. DKNY show is this Saturday, together with Passion Ball 2009 at Capella Hotel. Next week, hmm I've got a medical check up on Tuesday and Levi's shoot on Thursday. I'm pretty am much done for the work except for the occassional meetings around the island. Next NEXT week, i've got a 3 day Levi's show at Vivocity and Jimmy Choo's at St Regis. Not forgetting Audi Fashion Week is coming up in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm pretty jammed up in times to come. Com'on guys book me early for meet up! Well do book me, so i got reasons to leave the officer early hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8115897030075898435?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8115897030075898435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8115897030075898435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8115897030075898435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8115897030075898435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4010401434864075709</id><published>2009-03-29T03:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:54:24.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh, Hello Words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Coldplay made my last Monday; the best Monday i've ever had in my life. It was pure ecstasy and i'm still raving about it. The media and the papers gave fantastic reviews except for the fact about the whole ticket issue about this foreigner and company whatsoever. Well, it was their loosing end anyway, cause you can count the other 10,000 people that packed the indoor stadium to be enjoying the crap out of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sc6NI-djZHI/AAAAAAAACmc/S4m_PNmze0Y/s1600-h/mimolette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/Sc6NI-djZHI/AAAAAAAACmc/S4m_PNmze0Y/s400/mimolette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318343395316556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had dinner at Mimolette with some friends tucked away behind the Old Turf Club. It's a nice quaint little place, but the destination is nothing but quaint. Off Sixth Avenue, i swear it's one of those underground uprising entertainment hubs. Well, to name a few, Dempsey, One Rochester, Cicada, White Rabbit etc. Great places, but with evil destinations. Thrown amongst the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"outskirts" &lt;/span&gt;of Singapore where getting to it is best travelled via a comfortable four wheel drive. Don't get me started about leaving the place yeah. Anyway, it's a nice place to chill, grab some drinks and such. I mean clubs nowadays are so over-rated; letting your hair down at a chill down place sometimes is good for a change. It has a nice atmosphere, somehow or rather their deco reminded me vividly of my room haha. Well one thing is for sure, you need the greens to travel and to indulge in such places. Trust me, i don't do this daily but slight luxury once in a while is okay right? With 5 days a week slaving, i need a place and time to rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines One is opening next week with Uniqlo as their first store launch woohoo but i can't make it for their damn opening because i'm involve in a DKNY fashion show next weekend crap. Well, fellow readers do drop by Lido for a DKNY fashion show on the 4th of April; shit i can't remember what time it's gonna be haha. Well i'll update you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to head down to St. James earlier but Serene kept quiet which includes Jason. Oh well. Did you guys participate Earth Hour?! Well i did. I'm not really a green person. I leave the lights on at times, not forgetting about other electrical appliances. Well, participating Earth Hour was my part of contributing to the world and i've promised myself that i'll make sure i'll do at least something green daily :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a kid in my premises screaming to everyone to shut their damn lights off at 830pm earlier. How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these photos are slightly overdued but it was a surprise birthday party for Mona. Which obviously ended in an array of phototaking moments. I love these guys, and it's been a week plus since i've seen them and I UTTERLY MISS THEM boohoo. Oh well, absence makes the heart grow fonder! Okaye, the photo belows are the epitome of being a camera addict, so don't say i didn't warn you yah. 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQUGCC7VbOg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzK9FTYxTJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzK9FTYxTJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bygwb1r4kgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFmdtQerc0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MORE COLDPLAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...see you soon....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-841090337994293443?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/841090337994293443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=841090337994293443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/841090337994293443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/841090337994293443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolest-shit-in-whole-wide-worrllllld-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5358285167549169849</id><published>2009-03-25T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:53:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFT0OfrlI/AAAAAAAACmU/YUpkgoXxjw8/s1600-h/viva-la-vida-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFT0OfrlI/AAAAAAAACmU/YUpkgoXxjw8/s400/viva-la-vida-album-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316786673082674770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFPopMvsI/AAAAAAAACmM/CM_fd9w0ijM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFPopMvsI/AAAAAAAACmM/CM_fd9w0ijM/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316786601253977794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFKGzZXEI/AAAAAAAACmE/vfqHNREvXjI/s1600-h/2683680732_3bd57d8244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFKGzZXEI/AAAAAAAACmE/vfqHNREvXjI/s400/2683680732_3bd57d8244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316786506270596162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckE4K-XpjI/AAAAAAAACl8/HBRWu-jiPG8/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckE4K-XpjI/AAAAAAAACl8/HBRWu-jiPG8/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316786198152717874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaw dropping, pee quenching, tonsils screaming, sweat trinkling, body jumping, nerve wrecking, miracle making, visual grabbing, heart throbbing, mind blowing, superb singing, chris martining, and coldplaying. The best concert ever in the whole wide world. Nope, i'm not exaggerating. Yup Nadi you're right, my hair stood the entire concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, face down, legs down, etc to Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"....viva la vida...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5358285167549169849?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5358285167549169849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5358285167549169849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5358285167549169849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5358285167549169849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/jaw-dropping-pee-quenching-tonsils.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SckFT0OfrlI/AAAAAAAACmU/YUpkgoXxjw8/s72-c/viva-la-vida-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1684979778004093880</id><published>2009-03-22T04:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:24:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Been A While.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello to one an all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, pretty much i've been so busy that apparently i'm regulating proper sleeping hours because i need the right amount of energy for me to go through the next day. Well, meaning that i have a proper snoozefest doesn't mean i've got little work; it just means that i go kapoof right after i'm done with work. Trust me, this happpens &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAILY&lt;/span&gt;. I'm all ready for work the next day, with the adrenaline and blood pumping. The moment i'm done, i'm greeted with drowsy moments and droopy eyes. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend that's just around the corner &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Good Friday)&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem promising at all. I've got an event to handle on the 11th of April, and it's going to take almost the whole day and maybe on the 10th as well. Geez. This applies to following weekend too. On the brighter side;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm actually enjoying what i'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been slightly crazy lately, but i'm not gonna bore everyone about it. I'm pretty tired right now, but one quick one word - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love all my friends.&lt;/span&gt; It's so random, but i've decided not to give that shoutout a miss. Come to think of it, it is extremely random haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF MY FRIENDS :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes again. No point explaining why i've decided to portray that message, i'm in a random mood right now. Now, that's new. But hey, i'm not complaining and you shouldn't be too alright.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *jumps for joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ScVMnap4wVI/AAAAAAAACl0/LopxsBqK4j4/s1600-h/3119160697_8d0da4bdec_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ScVMnap4wVI/AAAAAAAACl0/LopxsBqK4j4/s400/3119160697_8d0da4bdec_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315739175234355538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hey ho cheerio..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1684979778004093880?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1684979778004093880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1684979778004093880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1684979778004093880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1684979778004093880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/ScVMnap4wVI/AAAAAAAACl0/LopxsBqK4j4/s72-c/3119160697_8d0da4bdec_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1799833548083319225</id><published>2009-03-16T04:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:57:49.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just oddinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i manage to find time for technology and my life; you'll be greeted with an empty entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1799833548083319225?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1799833548083319225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1799833548083319225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1799833548083319225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1799833548083319225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-oddinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2220370742090191696</id><published>2009-03-08T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:00:44.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, i've got visions or thoughts fogging up my mind. Nothing of sense though. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2220370742090191696?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2220370742090191696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2220370742090191696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2220370742090191696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2220370742090191696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/lately-ive-got-visions-or-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2635599681858129288</id><published>2009-03-07T05:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:38:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I still can't get enough of Jason Mraz. His concert was good, so good. Well technically his vocals, charisma and how engaging the whole concert was. I've found some videos of the concert so view em' below. It's some of my favourite performances of that night, and how unfortunate that Lucky didn't make it to my list cause i think Joi Chua didn't really pulled it off that well. Oh well, i think i'll just upload it. Enjoy :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and I (Live)- Singapore Indoor Stadium, 5th March 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCIYsG9KkPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCIYsG9KkPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Curiosity (Live) - Singapore Indoor Stadium, 5th March 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ox8s3ERNe9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ox8s3ERNe9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Feat. Joi Chua (Live) - Singapore Indoor Stadium, 5th March 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97XTvtg1qvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97XTvtg1qvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Remedy (Live) - Singapore Indoor Stadium, 5th March 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQOcL7Fc4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQOcL7Fc4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours (Live) - Singapore Indoor Stadium, 5th March 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAilmaA9odY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAilmaA9odY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGTXde56DI/AAAAAAAAClM/-2-qK4k9sXI/s1600-h/jm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGTXde56DI/AAAAAAAAClM/-2-qK4k9sXI/s400/jm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310187466907052082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all of us that went :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for coldplay man, like seriously. Okay this entry sounds repeated. But i don't care, good stuff tend to linger and i am spreading the positive here alright. Hurhur. By the way, a little promo; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show me some love by coming down to the design exhibition by Noise Singapore (National Arts Council) at Far East Plaza Level 1. The whole exhibition will last until 29th March 2009.&lt;/span&gt; It's an exhibition that  features local aspiring artistes and designers. It's more of a platform for these budding local talents. I designed the entire exhibition from scratch. Long hours and slaving through the night = i pulled it off. The media loved it and i've got a string of contacts up my sleeves wanting my services. WOOHOO! Happy shit. Well, i hope you guys like it :] Here's a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGUctEP5OI/AAAAAAAAClU/s2FR7qVJI1Q/s1600-h/nac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGUctEP5OI/AAAAAAAAClU/s2FR7qVJI1Q/s400/nac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310188656501187810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER freelance project that made me burn the midnight oil was doing some graphic designs for my secondary school 30th Anniversary Dinner. Well, the whole idea of an alumni dinner is relatively boring so i got to jazz up the posters and graphics. I swear, i think it's a little too wordy but whatever; the information wasn't coming from me yah. By the way, any Bedok View Secondary School Alumni that happened to come across my blog please support the event. But that's that, a few freelance projects over and done with. But like i said earlier, i've got a waiting list for now. I swear juggling real work and freelance = a dysfunctional mind. Just yesterday, i dreamt of Sigfreid and Roy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW BLOODY RANDOM IS THAT?&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, some works below for my good ol' school, from tickets, posters and banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGVftL60-I/AAAAAAAAClc/0NV1gTgy1E4/s1600-h/reunion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGVftL60-I/AAAAAAAAClc/0NV1gTgy1E4/s400/reunion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310189807584596962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGVwwb4bxI/AAAAAAAAClk/d2nsSeENJj0/s1600-h/ticket%2821cmby7.43cm%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGVwwb4bxI/AAAAAAAAClk/d2nsSeENJj0/s400/ticket%2821cmby7.43cm%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310190100514631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGWGmC53hI/AAAAAAAACls/ymYSaLg8Qc0/s1600-h/banner300cmby80cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGWGmC53hI/AAAAAAAACls/ymYSaLg8Qc0/s400/banner300cmby80cm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310190475682635282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"...i want more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2635599681858129288?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2635599681858129288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2635599681858129288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2635599681858129288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2635599681858129288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-enough-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SbGTXde56DI/AAAAAAAAClM/-2-qK4k9sXI/s72-c/jm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5343279595813811802</id><published>2009-03-06T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:37:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aMRAZing; gosh i'm lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Mason Jraz (Jason Mraz of course) earlier and boy it was good. I swear, his albums doesn't serve him any justice because honestly he sounds way better live. It wasn't an out of this world concert, but it was great enough for me to start grooving. Well i guess, he is rather engaging towards his audience and when he croons, his vocal range seriously puts you in a jawdropping awe. By the way, he made it look effortless. I thought they could do better with the set, well technically they could have at least done SOMETHING to the set besides the usual lightplay but all in all, it was fantastic. I wanted more even though my throat is running hoarse from all the screaming and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no photos at the moment, why? Both myself and Nadi did not bring our digital devices into the stadium. Smart aye? Well, at least Nasirah has a group photo of all of us; after the concert that is haha. I guess his best performances were, You and I, The Remedy, I'm Yours and A Beautiful Mess. Well that's that, can't wait for Coldplay in two weeks time! Yeah! So drove down to Changi together with Din and Nadi for some good nasi lemak indulgence right after the concert. I hate cold wet nights, only when i'm outside haha. Anyway i'm off too bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...nibble your ear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5343279595813811802?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5343279595813811802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5343279595813811802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5343279595813811802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5343279595813811802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/amrazing-gosh-im-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2613456636146285286</id><published>2009-03-02T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:20:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Tagged By Nadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your own album look like if you were in a band? Follow the directions below and find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Post it to FB(Or your blog) with this text in the "caption" or "comment" and TAG the friends you want to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SarfN6IuN9I/AAAAAAAACkI/ezvaFdigQlQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SarfN6IuN9I/AAAAAAAACkI/ezvaFdigQlQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308300540846684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Name: Vorticella Convallaria&lt;br /&gt;Album title: Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting enough i say, honestly i do like the photo and the rest are just crap.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag, erm whoever reads my sad blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way its a hello goodbye entry for today, i've got work piling up that i can barely even have room to breathe. So i gotta go bury myself now but other than that, my weekends were dope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...papercuts..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2613456636146285286?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2613456636146285286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2613456636146285286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2613456636146285286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2613456636146285286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-nadi.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SarfN6IuN9I/AAAAAAAACkI/ezvaFdigQlQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4120985803493383117</id><published>2009-02-26T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:37:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm ashamed of myself because i'm in love with a 40 year old woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4120985803493383117?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4120985803493383117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4120985803493383117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4120985803493383117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4120985803493383117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ashamed-of-myself-because-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-28332847441427863</id><published>2009-02-24T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:16:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon the non-entries lately because my computer died on me the past few days again. I know fellow readers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(if there are any)&lt;/span&gt;, you are left with a redundant entry of me trying to make choices previously which is seriously, worthless. Pretty much like the piece of tissue in my bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what had happened during my ultra long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hiatus" &lt;/span&gt;this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the pile of work that keeps piling higher than everest, i've been spring cleaning, iphone surfing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yes the gprs will burn a huge whole in my pocket)&lt;/span&gt;, being broke and as dry a bone and trying to pick myself up where i've left from since like, forever? Other than that, the clock continues to tick, and the sky is still blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. That's life for me. Nothing interesting, no rainbows or a bunny out of a hat. I'm going to celebrate my daily routine later on with maybe butter and waffles. Ooh, as a matter of fact, that sounds pretty good NOW. Well, I don't really want to make a ruckus in the kitchen at this hour, or my mum would think a raccoon invaded the household. I've got work to do, but i'm a little lazy to continue and with the constant shutting of my eyelids; it sure does put being lazy to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cats dominated my bed. I can totally relate what they are feeling now, with utmost comfort and relaxation. The aircon, the music, the thick duvet, a soft hit for every sleepy head. While, i watch them in envy on my black chair, i guess i'll occupy myself with an entry. Plus, an entry a day always puts me to bed right after. Hurhur. So i swear the comfort my cats are pursuing right now will definitely be short lived. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;executed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to mummaye; i've welcome my first iMac in the abode. But damn it, i'm paying her back as soon the pay rolls in. Sigghhh. The perks of being the only child right now is getting to overrated, so too bad for me. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SaL7pOScQUI/AAAAAAAACkA/-PoP5BHpD-s/s1600-h/n632104369_1503613_4344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SaL7pOScQUI/AAAAAAAACkA/-PoP5BHpD-s/s400/n632104369_1503613_4344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306079996624519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello new found friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...beautiful finds..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-28332847441427863?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/28332847441427863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=28332847441427863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/28332847441427863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/28332847441427863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SaL7pOScQUI/AAAAAAAACkA/-PoP5BHpD-s/s72-c/n632104369_1503613_4344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4094590445697135495</id><published>2009-02-16T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:35:43.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4094590445697135495?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4094590445697135495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4094590445697135495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4094590445697135495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4094590445697135495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-6446273129710647531</id><published>2009-02-12T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:35:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ5ymoVqrI/AAAAAAAACjo/Nlrt8tR-YBc/s1600-h/friends-season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301926202847898290" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ5ymoVqrI/AAAAAAAACjo/Nlrt8tR-YBc/s400/friends-season.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S and the wonders of the iPhone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get sick of Friends because personally, i think it is one of the best sitcom that the people of America invented. I've watched the episodes more than a million times but i never grew any boredom out of it. In comparison with other sitcoms, Friends tops them all. For 10 long years the show aired, all fans grew to learn and love the show emotionally and physically. Well, physically because i remembered clearly when Jennifer Anniston had her superb hair cut back in 1995, it was labelled as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Rachel"&lt;/span&gt;; globally. How about that for a superficial fashion phenomenon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast connected so well throughout the years that when it comes to the finale, it was hard for them to hide their emotions. Well, for myself as well. The finale was bittersweet but it is as real as it gets. Where the cliche phrase, all ends sparks a new beginning; the show gave that notion a whiff of fresh air. The show ended with a sense of warmth and love on how friends can actually nurture your life. For that 10 years, it shows friendship could withstand anything, furthermore it develops a sense of belonging deeper than any ocean. They've graced the cover of magazines, won Emmy's and somehow or rather they became our daily television staple during their reign. Not forgetting their theme song that runs vividly in our mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Be There For You by the Rembrandts&lt;/span&gt;. The content and plots were strong, not forgetting their main genre was to humour the society. It was intensely intrigued with matters of the heart, family and in general, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ5nMViU4I/AAAAAAAACjg/-FbzpokP8pk/s1600-h/bvzrgdrqbha7bwcxzape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301926006811153282" style="width: 315px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ5nMViU4I/AAAAAAAACjg/-FbzpokP8pk/s400/bvzrgdrqbha7bwcxzape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, no sitcoms could replace Friends because when it ended, it's the end for all sitcoms. The best there ever was and the best there ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*******************&lt;/center&gt;A new gadget became a permanent resident at my abode today!&lt;strong&gt; (obviously the answer is with the visual below haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ6JRtcRsI/AAAAAAAACj4/jJp9cUhAxwQ/s1600-h/apple-iphone-3g-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301926592369149634" style="width: 400px; height: 316px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ6JRtcRsI/AAAAAAAACj4/jJp9cUhAxwQ/s400/apple-iphone-3g-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes yes, i'm a proud owner of an iPhone now. Screw the complexity&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(is there such word?!)&lt;/span&gt;, i'm head over heels with the gadget. I'm not tech whiz, so i'm going to take some time to get use to the new system. The interface is totally different from any phones that i've handled. And trust me, i've handled a million and one phones alright. I'm so engrossed with this device that i skipped all meals today! How's that for a diet? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ6Bf72vkI/AAAAAAAACjw/F3w1oS8-5CA/s1600-h/friends_cast_bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301926458748747330" style="width: 400px; height: 156px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ6Bf72vkI/AAAAAAAACjw/F3w1oS8-5CA/s400/friends_cast_bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...i'll be there for you..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-6446273129710647531?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/6446273129710647531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=6446273129710647531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6446273129710647531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/6446273129710647531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/f.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZQ5ymoVqrI/AAAAAAAACjo/Nlrt8tR-YBc/s72-c/friends-season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-961465688870070462</id><published>2009-02-10T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:06:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Brand New Day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself that every single day is a brand new day, where i should embrace it with &lt;strong&gt;positivity&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. Somehow or rather, yes i can accept that notion but like any others; how long does it last? You can wake up being all carefree and face the world with the melodies of joy and happiness, but before the morning ends;&lt;strong&gt; reality screams right in your face once again&lt;/strong&gt;. Like a bullet through your brain. It was just a moment and i've got people telling me, how do i always stay happy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait do i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays i would drag myself out of bed, knowing that the day would end up worthless and non-productive. When somedays, the thoughts of these negativity proved me wrong because a surprise turn of events in the day would end all evil that pandora released; f&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or only that day that is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We're in a life cycle so boring but somehow we're still living through it. We poor, simple humans, caught up in our mundane pursuit of happiness, too often forget what really keeps us going when we aren't having that very moment. We speak of the love of our pets, our children, of random special persons we meet in everyday life, but then the moment is gone and we're back to fighting traffic, paying the bills, worrying about the stability of our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is fair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are balanced out with equal proportions of the good and the bad. Imagine, when everything in our lives are filled with contentment, joy, mirth and laughter. The thought of it sounds amazing, but face it; we look like a bunch of robotic mechanisms exclusively on crack. &lt;strong&gt;Where are the emotions?&lt;/strong&gt;, how is it possible when one could do nothing else but be entirely positive about everything in this world. A world without emotions is a world without life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through pain, either we deal it ourselves or we have friends or families to share with. We all have our demons to battle, but that doesn't mean you tell people your feelings, you want them to go through the hurt together with you. It isn't a buddy sytem ya'll. Advice, they're giving you some wisdom, a shoulder to lean on. Remember, the best is always good enough one could give. We're not oracle's that predicts the future and solves problems, we're just giving the thoughts from another perspective and a little gesture of care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks isn't it when reality snaps back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could have a discerning eye for all things good. Well, definitely what's best in the beginning of each day is definitely a smile. A benevolent smile creates wonders, it's a note of appreciation that one always feels thankful for. For instance: You woke up facing the wrong side of the bed, you knew that the day ahead doesn't look promising as a cloudy impression vaguely forms in your mind. You're cranky, and your cat spills the cup of coffee you made all over your crisp white shirt. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;noted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; only 30 minutes since your eyes gave light and within this half an hour, nothing good seemed to roll by. You left home, heading for work and realise you left your briefcase.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well..you get my drift now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You unwilling reach out for your office door, and there's your assistant comfortably sitting at her desk, and gives you the warmest smile she has which immediately brightens up the room, well not because of her notably white teeth but a benign smile. It doesn't cure but it definitely warms your heart and puts everything at ease. A smile a day puts you a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with a nice cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random note:&lt;/strong&gt; Grammy winning group, Coldplay is coming to town. HELL YEAH! I can't wait for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZDEW56b5RI/AAAAAAAACjY/dczWIO0Pzjc/s1600-h/coldplay_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300952659197158674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZDEW56b5RI/AAAAAAAACjY/dczWIO0Pzjc/s400/coldplay_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....and i laughed...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-961465688870070462?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/961465688870070462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=961465688870070462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/961465688870070462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/961465688870070462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/brand-new-day-i-always-tell-myself-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SZDEW56b5RI/AAAAAAAACjY/dczWIO0Pzjc/s72-c/coldplay_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2442947039208187351</id><published>2009-02-09T06:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:34:19.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Birthday, Food and Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Morning!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm up rather early today considering i had one of those deep slumber that could seriously knock off all car crashing, bomb blasting, bike screeching fiascoes that could generally happen daily yesterday. Oh boy! it was a whole lot of sleeping being done, and a word or two from a light sleeper; it was the most orgasmic slumber one could have. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random news; i can't wait to watch the movie below because you know why? Jennifer Anniston is in it. Yeah baby. Ok enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9ddLmpfOI/AAAAAAAACjQ/I2NT8RVsHss/s1600-h/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9ddLmpfOI/AAAAAAAACjQ/I2NT8RVsHss/s400/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300558042350845154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;****************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to take things slow lately. I've been so busy lately that i see bees flying past my window going for their primetime holidays. Then again, nothing in this world comes for free. Gotta put up a little hardship to earn the greens yeah. Two days ago, i received a job employment offer. It offers a higher pay, better working conditions &lt;strong&gt;(not that my current company is bad, is just that working there puts the capital "B" in Bored)&lt;/strong&gt; and lastly, they offered me a graphic post. Something that i'm pretty keen on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the current recession, the paycuts and everything else, i can consider myself lucky to be offered a post actually. I've never complained about my job because, with the whole economic downturn; it's hard enough to get a job and here comes Mr. Opportunity knocking on my rusty door. I feel blessed but i feel selfish as well if i were to take up this offer. There are people getting retrenched, &lt;s&gt;laid&lt;/s&gt; jobless and low wages and here i go leaving a job for something of better prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i seize this pot of gold or regret the entire of my life? Hmm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides pondering on such &lt;strong&gt;"world tragic issues",&lt;/strong&gt; a bunch of us celebrated Liyana's Birthday last Saturday. A bunch of us = Rongsen, Jason, Wei Lin, Serene and Wei Min - teleported all the way from the big ol' LONDON. Heh. Amazing isn't it? Had dinner at MadJack's and headed off to Timbre. &lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY,&lt;/strong&gt; don't you find it how disheartening when once a quiet little eatery which used to serve pretty good food becomes famous and suddenly their quality plunges down the drain? Well, that's Madjack for you ladies and gentlemen. I used to adore Madjack, their food were decent, well yummy enough to my screwed up tastebuds but now, their quantity and quality influctuates way down the scale man. I had their lamb chops last Saturday and it was pretty bad. Well, everything else &lt;strong&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/strong&gt; the mushrooms were unmentionable. It was such an unfortunate mistake to have dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things up!, we headed down for some drinks at Timbre @ the Arts House. It was my first trip to Timbre without making a reservation and boy we were damn lucky to actually have a table of 6 available. The band, &lt;strong&gt;E.I.C was really good&lt;/strong&gt; and not forgetting their succulent thin crust pizzas. &lt;strong&gt;They were out of this world!&lt;/strong&gt; Ordered the simple margherita with extra cheese, and boy.. the decent price came with a bombastic flavour. Their pizzas ranges from 14 - 19 bucks i guess, but it's a pretty huge serving though. The strings of mozarellas fused together with their fresh tomato base are just mouth watering. They burst into a million flavours in your mouth, with your tastebuds savouring each and every bite. Ok, sounds exaggerated, but seriously Timbre pizzas ish good! I've yet to try Pete's Place man. Not to worry, very soon yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of us shared Liyana's Chloe's necklace and a gift of that calibre; no wonder she's elated. HAHA. I'm gonna promptly and rudely end this entry because i'm beginning to salivate like a golden retriever after typing about the pizzas. I'm gonna cook myself some breakfast now, well at least something delectable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios amigoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bM5X8ekI/AAAAAAAACjI/UQ-WBCc6rNk/s1600-h/IMG_03901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300555563556174402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bM5X8ekI/AAAAAAAACjI/UQ-WBCc6rNk/s400/IMG_03901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bIRNwEhI/AAAAAAAACjA/DrShIk4Kum8/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300555484056523282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bIRNwEhI/AAAAAAAACjA/DrShIk4Kum8/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bEu9VQyI/AAAAAAAACi4/P78DrRqYmKQ/s1600-h/IMG_04101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300555423321244450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9bEu9VQyI/AAAAAAAACi4/P78DrRqYmKQ/s400/IMG_04101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...cheese..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2442947039208187351?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2442947039208187351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2442947039208187351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2442947039208187351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2442947039208187351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-food-and-work-good-morning-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SY9ddLmpfOI/AAAAAAAACjQ/I2NT8RVsHss/s72-c/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-389520175013885667</id><published>2009-02-06T04:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:56:50.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Morning Discovery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about gaining a million and one freelance projects at a shot is that, the whole load of  cash comes in later, leaving me rather hard on the pockets now. Anyway, i was thinking of re-painting my room once a year. I've had my room in a tone of green now, and i'm thinking off having it painted in a nice shade of turqoise. Well my wall paper will stay, because i love the intricacy and the darkness of it. I've been surfing the web and i came across some quaint but beautiful interiors that i would just dream off. Well, my home; pretty lovely as it is, but you know there's always a dream home for everyone of us and here are my selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate manly butch kinda looking homes where everything are contemporary hard on the edges and sore to the eyes. Where they say less is more, i totally disagree with that notion. I like a mix of vintage, modern, querky and all things pretty. I'm thinking of buying a chandelier for my dining area because it looks rather bare right now. Hmm. Anyway here are some visuals i got off the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQ_MeaOBI/AAAAAAAACiw/_Fdi9fug0aA/s1600-h/3056581017_5d9c6245ed_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299418433142274066" style="width: 400px; height: 387px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQ_MeaOBI/AAAAAAAACiw/_Fdi9fug0aA/s400/3056581017_5d9c6245ed_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQ3rv7IWI/AAAAAAAACio/gIBLYT6fnAA/s1600-h/abbi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299418304098279778" style="width: 314px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQ3rv7IWI/AAAAAAAACio/gIBLYT6fnAA/s400/abbi6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQvwc18TI/AAAAAAAACig/tkCd9N6FOfs/s1600-h/bf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299418167921471794" style="width: 400px; height: 385px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQvwc18TI/AAAAAAAACig/tkCd9N6FOfs/s400/bf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQnuf-mfI/AAAAAAAACiY/YFscX2KgPu0/s1600-h/bf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299418029958797810" style="width: 400px; height: 392px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQnuf-mfI/AAAAAAAACiY/YFscX2KgPu0/s400/bf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQk9gYZSI/AAAAAAAACiQ/EWkLPfGMRmY/s1600-h/bf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299417982447412514" style="width: 318px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQk9gYZSI/AAAAAAAACiQ/EWkLPfGMRmY/s400/bf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQOfPovNI/AAAAAAAACiI/kHO_moy-5-Q/s1600-h/weis6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299417596366994642" style="width: 400px; height: 313px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQOfPovNI/AAAAAAAACiI/kHO_moy-5-Q/s400/weis6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQLo_HfBI/AAAAAAAACiA/dMC5g311b1Q/s1600-h/2485545413_12069003d4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299417547442453522" style="width: 400px; height: 358px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQLo_HfBI/AAAAAAAACiA/dMC5g311b1Q/s400/2485545413_12069003d4_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQFlAWJvI/AAAAAAAACh4/Abj6ebzNEB4/s1600-h/karynm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299417443294652146" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQFlAWJvI/AAAAAAAACh4/Abj6ebzNEB4/s400/karynm8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQBiaXHQI/AAAAAAAAChw/ZcMx9lBDe2Y/s1600-h/marni.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299417373878983938" style="width: 388px; height: 388px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQBiaXHQI/AAAAAAAAChw/ZcMx9lBDe2Y/s400/marni.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't all these prettyyyyy? I'm so glad i'm in the design line and appreciate such things. Woooooo boy! I feel like revamping my room this instant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, i got truckloads of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...wooo...." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-389520175013885667?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/389520175013885667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=389520175013885667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/389520175013885667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/389520175013885667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-discovery-sad-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYtQ_MeaOBI/AAAAAAAACiw/_Fdi9fug0aA/s72-c/3056581017_5d9c6245ed_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3912290434214441875</id><published>2009-02-05T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:23:42.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Maury Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bombarded with a million of work lately, but the greens have yet to come by. Sigh. Anyway, besides the outrageous amount of work and lack of sleep that i'm putting myself into; i managed to surf around the internet made some amazing self discovery. Well, not entirely a discovery that could change the world but the miraculous discovery of american trash tv. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American trash tv programmes are just so addictive, well to me that is. In particular this show that i've been glueing my eyes on. It's called the Maury Povich Show or something, it's so trashy that the black genes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(if i ever have)&lt;/span&gt;in me are going as divaistically thanking god for such crappiness. ANYWAY, the show is simply like another Jerry Springer only touching on those taboo-ed cases of the world/society/well american life haha. Well uncalled for dramamama cases they are. There was an episode, where the host Maury; brought in a couple for an interview. Well, the couple beautifully married for god knows how long and has a beautiful child together. After years of marriage, stories and rumours from their family members had it that; this couple are actually brothers and sisters. Yes, siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GASPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they went on the show wanting to find the truth. I made the show sound like a god gifted programme la. Anyway, they went on the show, with a few rounds of interview yada yada yada, a DNA test was offered to them. Of course, they took the test most unwillingly. I mean, they've been together for so long, deeply in love but obviously putting theirselves in this pot of boiling water. So the moment of truth. What was the results of their DNA test???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSITIVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually long lost siblings. The audience were gasping in shock, the couple broke down for obvious reasons. Incest? Uh huh. They even bore a child together. How weird is that for the kid? Genetically proven they are related, so the kid is technically their younger sibling? Seriously, things doesn't get complicated than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the child's shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Erm, my dad is my brother and so is my mom. My grandparents are actually my parents. And the world is all a better place to live in now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. So the couple broke down into gallons of tears, thinking what are their destiny now. To continue the incest relationship? or to accept each other as siblings? So they share an electral love, with an offspring i might add. I told you the show is trashy, but i love it. HAHA. There are even more scurrilous episodes. Ok that's it for an entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...goodbye hello..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3912290434214441875?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3912290434214441875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3912290434214441875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3912290434214441875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3912290434214441875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/maury-show-ive-been-bombarded-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5347248610242039167</id><published>2009-02-02T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:20:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some way overdue photos and as promised my Batam trip. Haha much love and crazy ass fun. If only i could turn back the time, yada yada yada. Like seriously, it was crazy fun with these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAYMtjGjI/AAAAAAAACho/cNJwpZnmXPQ/s1600-h/batam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAYMtjGjI/AAAAAAAACho/cNJwpZnmXPQ/s400/batam1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203902353807922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAIZ3VW6I/AAAAAAAAChY/9mEsO9Q0n50/s1600-h/batam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAIZ3VW6I/AAAAAAAAChY/9mEsO9Q0n50/s400/batam3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203631006604194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAOpuGBhI/AAAAAAAAChg/EJ7ltG71RI0/s1600-h/batam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAOpuGBhI/AAAAAAAAChg/EJ7ltG71RI0/s400/batam2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203738342032914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAD6pmGOI/AAAAAAAAChQ/os2KKVNSsj0/s1600-h/bodoh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAD6pmGOI/AAAAAAAAChQ/os2KKVNSsj0/s400/bodoh1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203553908005090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAALfEKuI/AAAAAAAAChI/F8MsWeg31UI/s1600-h/n617302241_1503164_6250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAALfEKuI/AAAAAAAAChI/F8MsWeg31UI/s400/n617302241_1503164_6250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203489707764450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYb_8en1HBI/AAAAAAAAChA/5VKgkzHkm1M/s1600-h/bodoh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYb_8en1HBI/AAAAAAAAChA/5VKgkzHkm1M/s400/bodoh2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298203426125323282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...somebody else..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5347248610242039167?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5347248610242039167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5347248610242039167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5347248610242039167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5347248610242039167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/02/photos-some-way-overdue-photos-and-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SYcAYMtjGjI/AAAAAAAACho/cNJwpZnmXPQ/s72-c/batam1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3883975248070597094</id><published>2009-01-29T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:53:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a running nose and a bad throat. All the perks of having heaty food during my vacation. I am not blogging about the trip because right now, emotional mood swings are kicking in. Or shall i say, self thoughts and ponderings. I was reading through my blog archives, some of my friend's archives. It evokes some kind of feeling in me. Neither good, neither bad. Having James Blunt blasting through my speakers is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, i think i've changed. I know i'm more mature now but somehow or rather, i miss who i was back then. I miss who i was with back then. As days goes by, things doesn't stay same, they evolve; we evolve. We found new friends, we venture into new things. It makes us who we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadi, i miss our dinner parties we had back in Loyang Valley way back then. Somehow or rather, i miss being the pirate that i was then sending you songs and such during our late night msn chats. There's something missing now somehow =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss student Jason. Current Jason is nothing more but a dull dut, "excitingly" busy being a grown man. Where his youth can all be forgotten now. I don't know whether is now a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name alot more but right now my mind is in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know there's something missing in this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, i've not found the right one. The right friends? The right best friend? I REALLY DON'T KNOW. I really don't know what to write in this entry. For all i know right now is that, i feel like crap and i miss everything that was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the good ol' times? Honestly, i miss spending time with everyone i met during my tertiary years. I've lost myself somewhere that it is so hard to find my way out. I think this is going to be a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...soul searching..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3883975248070597094?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3883975248070597094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3883975248070597094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3883975248070597094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3883975248070597094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-down-ive-got-running-nose-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2090393905202329029</id><published>2009-01-28T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:59:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex, Adam or Alexandra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to learn French for the fun of it just in case if i ever land myself in France. Which i hope i will in the near future. Anyhoo, i've decided to change my name to maybe Alex. Why so? It's easier to pronounce Alex than Iskandar in French. As sexy and complicating the language is, can u imagine if i were to introduce myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;je ma'appelle iskandar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French would just stickout their tongues and slaughter themselves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though speaking their native language isn't tough enough, here comes another mouthful that might sound a tad vulgar to them. With my constant persuasion on correcting the pronounciation of my name, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;je ma'apelle IS-KAN-DAR, IS-CANT-DARR&lt;/span&gt;. I'd rather change my name to Alex which is somewhat familiar to the French and it is pretty easy with the French tongues. You can't go wrong with Alex, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Or maybe Adam, yeah Adam sounds sexy. Je ma'apelle Adam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooo i like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i wanted Alexandra but i realised it's a girl's name but then again, it is a name used for both sexes, right?. I didn't want Alexander because it doesn't have the really thick roll of pronouncing the letter "R", because it ends with R. How much rolling can you do when your name ends with R? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandrrrrrr&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(growl)&lt;/span&gt;raa&lt;/span&gt;. Think Kate Beckinsale in Van Helsing, well that's not even a French movie. Heh. At least it puts the language of love to much good use and Alexandra is the closest to Iskandar right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no. I'll stick to Adam because i like the name Adam. So ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;Je ma'apelle Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. More updates of my vacation soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...random nonsense..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2090393905202329029?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2090393905202329029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2090393905202329029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2090393905202329029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2090393905202329029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/alex-adam-or-alexandra-ive-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-9029616065643624197</id><published>2009-01-22T05:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:34:16.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awake with a Headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like headaches. It makes my left eye twitch which makes think something bad is going to happen. Not that i believe any of that sort, but i guess i've been watching too much television. Honestly, that belief sometimes ridicules me. Anyway as i was saying, i hate headaches and i'm having one now. It makes my vision altered to one side, making me feel loop headed because everything i look seems to slant to an angle no matter how perpendicular i am to the ground. How frustrating is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gulp down those good ol' panadol pills but nothing seemed to kick in. Oh well, then again they say, try taking a nap.. or at this hour.. SLEEP. But i can't, the ache pounds, throbs and thinks that my head is under going some kind of renovation. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i'm going Batam this weekend, this lovely long weekend. A little hiatus i say. Now i can't wait for that! All along with Nadi, Din, Zark, Sofi, Mona and Faz. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so psyched that i'm meeting up with these people, that i guess that is the cause of my headache. Oh well, i'll comfort myself an acknowledge this headache as pain of joy. Good morning to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...batam batam..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-9029616065643624197?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/9029616065643624197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=9029616065643624197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/9029616065643624197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/9029616065643624197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/awake-with-headache-i-never-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5983872383134101436</id><published>2009-01-20T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:06:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've procrastinated long enough, here are the summary of my 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvIQT7JQI/AAAAAAAACc8/o0aEdGKW4IE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293188755907880194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvIQT7JQI/AAAAAAAACc8/o0aEdGKW4IE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So January came along with full of anxiety for me. Afterall, it seems as though i've been waiting for 2008 for the longest time ever. Well, January has always been a rather slow one for me, as always. God knows why. Somehow, the entrance to the new year was a dreadful and long one. I couldn't think of any important factors except for the fact that i signed up for my first ever credit card. Well, hurray to me and pretty much that's all for January. How eggciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvTdKeaBI/AAAAAAAACdE/cNXWWZqbZm0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293188948336470034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvTdKeaBI/AAAAAAAACdE/cNXWWZqbZm0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who could forget February especially for those who went through military life during that period. The famous escapade that our fellow terrorist did. Which obviously causes much &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"joy and happiness"&lt;/span&gt; in our lives. I remembered clearly, the crazy duties i went through back then in camp to ensure the security was tight, no loopholes, yada yada yada. Seriously, it bores the shit out of me then, and apparently now still. Well, it was the highlight for Fabolous February that's for sure. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvekppF5I/AAAAAAAACdM/LTRhcdE-OLk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189139324802962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvekppF5I/AAAAAAAACdM/LTRhcdE-OLk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever presidential award show. Camera, fame, glamour and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DAMN GOOD&lt;/span&gt; food was the highlight for the night. A victorious one i might add. It was March's highest peak for me. I never knew award shows were this exciting. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AW MAN&lt;/span&gt;. I want to experience it once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvlNCuPGI/AAAAAAAACdU/F6GDcnFDGGc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189253246631010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvlNCuPGI/AAAAAAAACdU/F6GDcnFDGGc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YES. I've decided to change my blog address. I think it's a pretty huge step since i've been using www.oneminuteman.blogspot.com for almost 4 years then. Since i've labelled myself, a step towards the industry so why not have a blog, that promotes my branding. Hello the newer but old izk-ed. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvsr4rdqI/AAAAAAAACdc/yskRSVCIeCc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189381785089698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvsr4rdqI/AAAAAAAACdc/yskRSVCIeCc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i think everyone sorta knew i'm a Cook fan. A &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HUGE ONE&lt;/span&gt; at heart and literally in size hur. So yeah, when he won the competition, i screamed for joy to my utmost exhilaration. His debut album well, it's mainstream rock. Mentionable, but i guess he sure can do better but his 2nd single, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;'Light On'&lt;/span&gt; are on the top of the charts now. Well, it's Cook; i'm not surprised. Haha. 6 months since he won the title and i'm still ranting about him. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUv0uNNXVI/AAAAAAAACdk/fENcr6ghxdo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189519847021906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUv0uNNXVI/AAAAAAAACdk/fENcr6ghxdo/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HOW CAN I FORGET JUNE!&lt;/span&gt; It marks the end of my military life. It has been 2 long years and i've never waited for something this long. The anticipation, anxiety, all good things comes in June. Enough said, i became a civilian once more. A huge transition in life, 6 months of army splits the year. Memories and experiences gained and learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUv8xqxaOI/AAAAAAAACds/urIsZy2zaBQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189658215278818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUv8xqxaOI/AAAAAAAACds/urIsZy2zaBQ/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first design job at a reputable club, not only locally known but internationally acclaimed as well. It was tough for me though to handle things especially after jumping from a different phase earlier in my life. I went through financial issues, stability, frequency and everything else but honestly, i gained much during my stay there and there has been no regrets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwE2s42-I/AAAAAAAACd0/zxUZjKMAMhM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189797005286370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwE2s42-I/AAAAAAAACd0/zxUZjKMAMhM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first event that received good reviews from everywhere and everyone that i know off. Now now, one can br proud of one's work right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwM1922hI/AAAAAAAACd8/BExPWErdDjU/s1600-h/9-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293189934246976018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwM1922hI/AAAAAAAACd8/BExPWErdDjU/s400/9-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the first part of September goes to the new home! Another wait finally arrived. Well, i had my constant eye and touches for my new place from scratch and finally, i've settled down now happily in my new abode. Now, this is a place i call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwUkML3KI/AAAAAAAACeE/47sIlDvnMgo/s1600-h/9-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190066914188450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwUkML3KI/AAAAAAAACeE/47sIlDvnMgo/s400/9-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of September was when Wei Min left the country for big ol' London for studies. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AIYO&lt;/span&gt; i miss her to the core la. No words could describe it. Well, like they say there's always happiness and sadness in life and in September it comes in a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwcaIEBnI/AAAAAAAACeM/_mtN91U1uRc/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190201651496562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwcaIEBnI/AAAAAAAACeM/_mtN91U1uRc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I do not where to start for this. I sound like a broken record. I still miss them. Truth be told, i don't think i've ever said anything hypocritical about their characters behind their backs except for voicing out my thoughts and opinions towards them. Well, for certain i know i've been bitched, but thank god i don't take things to the heart. Oh well, someone has to be the bad guy. Let it be me, i wouldn't mind be it my mistake or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwkF7DAeI/AAAAAAAACeU/4D0soLgCxlU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190333667148258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwkF7DAeI/AAAAAAAACeU/4D0soLgCxlU/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loose some, you gain some and for me i've found new love and joy with these people. I swear, after hanging out during raya and stuff,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; I LOVE THIS PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Retarded, intelligent, well spoken, hillarious human beings. I can never get enough of them. They can put a smile on my face anytime, so i am really thankful for that. More hangouts and trips yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwrcOhl4I/AAAAAAAACec/-aDxuGPAA-s/s1600-h/12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190459913508738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwrcOhl4I/AAAAAAAACec/-aDxuGPAA-s/s400/12-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, another month that has two highlights. December, well still fresh in our minds yeah. My christmas party made a come back, bigger and better that year. With a black, white, pink and of course a glamorous theme, the party was a success with great friends, food and lastly.. what's christmas if there's no gifts right? It was good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUu3xrcfCI/AAAAAAAACc0/y5k_yXgVSv0/s1600-h/12-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293188472807128098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUu3xrcfCI/AAAAAAAACc0/y5k_yXgVSv0/s400/12-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the part two of December, unfortunately my dear cat that i ever loved and cared so much gave his final meow. I was devastated la, but no one knew how sad i was i guess. Until now, i still miss cuddling that little fella. Well it was a good decade with him. At least i've got 2 more left, healthy and fit but not forgetting missing their brother that passed away last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there goes my 2008 summary. Well, hmm. All i can say 2008 was an eventful year. I spent half of the year under the nation's captive and another half, free and wild. I went through alot that made me learn and realise the wonders of life. I've let things be as they are, looking back i'm not sure have i done the right thing still but obviously there are no regrets. I take things to my own stride. I didn't put a year of my life to waste, but every year is a new discovery for myself. God had gave me an equal share or joy and sadness. I put a smile on my face and thank everyone, everything and god for making who i am now. Stronger, hopefully better than ever. We've greeted 2009, so far life has been good. I'm sticking to my resolution this year. Well, there might changes big or small but for the better i hope. But like i said earlier, i'm thankful for everything especially for anyone that stepped and left my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BY THE WAY&lt;/span&gt;, here are random photos for January 2009. Parties and a new phone from mummy. HOHOH. Well, i didn't want a complicated phone. My life is complicated enough haha. Even though it's an old model but i like its simplicity and design. Anyway, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;GOOD MORNING EARTHLINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwziUQ4JI/AAAAAAAACek/VsAgn16aaHo/s1600-h/nokia-6500-slide-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190598987145362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUwziUQ4JI/AAAAAAAACek/VsAgn16aaHo/s400/nokia-6500-slide-black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxDCdEwCI/AAAAAAAACe0/i4ZXgccXvis/s1600-h/n678382148_1423246_7647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190865312071714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxDCdEwCI/AAAAAAAACe0/i4ZXgccXvis/s400/n678382148_1423246_7647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUw89jMqSI/AAAAAAAACes/PN-ixm5ji6o/s1600-h/n669993442_1360452_8717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293190760916363554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUw89jMqSI/AAAAAAAACes/PN-ixm5ji6o/s400/n669993442_1360452_8717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxZs8WjEI/AAAAAAAACfM/OYxmoNxkHVI/s1600-h/IMG_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293191254674672706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxZs8WjEI/AAAAAAAACfM/OYxmoNxkHVI/s400/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxRS_G2tI/AAAAAAAACfE/jaA6A77LkuM/s1600-h/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293191110267951826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxRS_G2tI/AAAAAAAACfE/jaA6A77LkuM/s400/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxNLrbdqI/AAAAAAAACe8/yiY--03P33k/s1600-h/IMG_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293191039586891426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUxNLrbdqI/AAAAAAAACe8/yiY--03P33k/s400/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...i come in peace..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5983872383134101436?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5983872383134101436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5983872383134101436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5983872383134101436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5983872383134101436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-procrastinated-long-enough-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SXUvIQT7JQI/AAAAAAAACc8/o0aEdGKW4IE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-3059548558374980686</id><published>2009-01-16T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:10:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes i blame myself for having too much friends.&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose or decide, from your friends or your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the world can surprise you, not matter how close they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-3059548558374980686?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/3059548558374980686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=3059548558374980686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3059548558374980686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/3059548558374980686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-blame-myself-for-having-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4755341933856611120</id><published>2009-01-14T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:04:10.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70f0chZVudA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70f0chZVudA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know battle of the Davids are so 2008, but i just caught this clip on Ellen and it was effing hillarious. Okok, i promise a proper entry soon alright. Good morning to all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*decides to continue after an hour of not sleeping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like 4 months since i moved to my new place, and truth be told; its relatively problematic. Cracking walls, plaster falling off and lastly new buildings are not the medium to soften the surrounding noise; when i meant surrounding noise - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEIGHBOURS.&lt;/span&gt; The trains and traffic were okaye, well actually they're non-existence sometimes. You think that i'm kidding? Not at all! Their honks and railway gushes does not even penetrate through my windows, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a huge crack on my wall, god knows why. Called the HDB and got it fixed but somehow or rather, the plaster didn't create a nice finish SO the existing paint that i had for my walls gave a weird glossy finish in comparison to my other walls. So i've decided to cover up with wall covering, well to create a feature wall across the hallway. Which thank goodness, it doesn't cause a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the plaster in my room fell off, again god knows why - so called up my contractor, had it plastered and i've yet to paint over with my moss green paint. Hmm but that situation is solved. The one that is rather irritating are slamming of doors, the drilling, and the running/stamping from the neighbours above, below, i don't even know where does the freaking noise even comes from. It's bugging the shit out of me; damn this permeable walls. Other than that, everything is fine. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay away from all the Gaza saga, it hurts so bad to hear anything about it. So please, do not flood me with all these petition and support groups; i've signed up enough and the more i hear or receive something about it; i feel like there is really no end to such misery and gore. This hurts me even more.. Sigh. You can call heartless, but seriously if i were to voice out my thoughts here, i'll just be like one of those million others who voice out their opinions, online. I've done my part&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i hope)&lt;/span&gt;, i feel their pain, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only i'm god - than for now nothing much makes a difference&lt;/span&gt;. As selfish as it sounds, ignorance is bliss but seriously in my case silence is golden. A prayer, a silent prayer from the heart is what i have to offer because sometimes giving your best is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is that conclusive 2008 entry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly, it's on its way. Photoshopping some photos and such because for now, 2008 is the highlight of my life. Where a transition between two lifestyles took place and there's much to say about it! Hmm. The recession lately are affecting alot of companies, inclusive of mine. So i've got my back up for now clinching as much freelance deals that i can get; or maybe a change of a job that is stable enough to support my needs, in this time of the year. God knows, everything lies in the hands of the mighty one. We shall see how 2009 progresses and what it has for me. I hope for the best, but i can't deter myself from the downs, it's the part and parcel of life. You gotta put with a little storm before the rainbow right? Alright, as that's that, i shall end this entry; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD MORNING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...hmmm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4755341933856611120?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4755341933856611120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4755341933856611120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4755341933856611120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4755341933856611120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-battle-of-davids-are-so-2008-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4204108697821128318</id><published>2009-01-07T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:10:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January Merepek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. I've been a television junkie lately, especially for late night shows. Name me the channel, i've watched them all. Being the couch potato that i already am, glue-ing my face to the no longer black box &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(let's all rejoice for PLASMAS!)&lt;/span&gt;; is seriously, not good. Not good at all. I think my sofa has already mold the shape of my huge ass and that's not entirely pleasant. To make it sound worse, i've been doing so since last year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(then again, last year was just a few days ago). &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, besides the good ol' television, mobtv also dominated my pc. I'm a drama junkie, i watched almost all of the chinese serial dramas of channel eight, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;. I watched special variety shows that i missed such as the Marina Bay Countdown, which i regret watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Countdown was horrible to the extreme, that even my cats are cringing by just watching it. Never put Singaporean artistes with pop songs together; not only are they painful to watch but my god.. what have i done to deserve this to my hearing. You have Fiona Xie, Michelle Chia and Andrea Fonseka belting out Don't Stop The Music but honestly we all are screaming our lungs out just for the music to stop. It was one horror variety show, not worth watching. The countdown itself was screwed up; the timings didn't tally which made me burst out laughing when the fireworks came out before Gurmit completed his countdown. Well, that was one boo-boo worth watching la i guess, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Little Nyonya had finally ended. But not to worry; thank god for the wonders of Mobtv. Hurhur. Besides that, i'm addicted to the Killers, Day &amp;amp; Age album. Besides their hit track Humans, Spaceman will create wonders as well. Woot. Alright I'm off to sleep now, but here's a little promo for the Killers album. Goo'night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SWPItThuF3I/AAAAAAAACaU/17UzQVrgRNo/s1600-h/61CK4wp-HTL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SWPItThuF3I/AAAAAAAACaU/17UzQVrgRNo/s400/61CK4wp-HTL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291068124469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...oh oh oh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4204108697821128318?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4204108697821128318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4204108697821128318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4204108697821128318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4204108697821128318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-merepek.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SWPItThuF3I/AAAAAAAACaU/17UzQVrgRNo/s72-c/61CK4wp-HTL._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-805824824763825774</id><published>2009-01-05T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:06:01.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diarrhoea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to have my conclusive 08 entry, but it's okay, that will wait. Anyway, i had the worst Friday/Saturday nights in my life. All i did was to eat a plate of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; beef that my mum cooked and that made me rushing for the toilet at least 9 times that night, not inclusive the puking moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For certain i am sure that it was the plate of beef i ate. I was thinking, was my mother trying to kill me or something? Did she cooked it wrong? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM VERY&lt;/span&gt; sure it was the beef that went sliding down my throat. Why am i sure it was that particular beef dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1)For the entire day, i ate only a packet of chicken rice. A harmless packet that resulted to zero toilet visits and many happy moments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2)My next meal was the beef dish, it doesn't take long for the pain to take place because i remember vividly that within after 15mins completing my meal; the butterflies in my tummy were replaced by bigger winged creatures. I swear it was one hell of a ride in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my tummy churn all kinds of melody, never once it sounded good. You know how when you shake a bottle of carbonated drink and when you try opening it a huge thrust of liquid kept spewing out and you immediately tightened the cap before any catastrophe breaks wild. Well, that's exactly how i felt that day. Every burps are followed by a memorable puking moment. Every farts is equivalent to watery stools. Did i spoil your mood now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lasted the whole night and i was exhausted to the bone. My back began to hurt, and i swore a tiny fever broke out. It lasted until 9am. I asked my mommaye if she had any intentions to murder me or something. She insisted that her cooking was okay and she assured me that my agonising and menacing night got nothing to do with her dish. I asked her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ARE YOU REALLY SURE? DID U EVEN EAT IT?"&lt;/span&gt; And she replied with a simple, no. Instead, she decided to blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blamed me for drinking too much water. She blamed me for having a late night. She blamed me for a meal i ate 3 days ago. Which obviously none of these accusations are even related to the diarrhoea i had. Why do mothers thinks that they are always right? Tsk. I was not only pissed with my tummy but with my mom as well. For once, can she realise her mistakes, takes the blame and not push it all to me? In this situation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(well this is not the only situation before)&lt;/span&gt;, i am clearly not at fault; infact &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM THE VICTIM HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you know mothers, you tell her it's not your fault, she thinks you're fighting back. You don't eat her dish, she gets pissed and all, AND when you eat her cooking; she still gets pissed at times. WHY? WHY? WHY? It's the same situation; you say something, you get a mouthful. You don't say something. you still get a mouthful. Can someone tell me what kind of law is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i managed to get some eye shut at practically 10am in the morning causing me to be late for a truckload of stuff later that day. Argh. I felt miserable the entire day that going around to places that i'm supposed too just kills me. Cancelled a couple of plans and stuff. There goes another eventful Saturday, unplanned. Aww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...pain lor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-805824824763825774?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/805824824763825774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=805824824763825774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/805824824763825774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/805824824763825774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/diarrhoea-i-initially-wanted-to-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-410815829521797555</id><published>2009-01-02T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:28:17.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write down the phrase you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KINGS OF LEON - USE SOMEBODY]&lt;br /&gt;you know that i can use somebody, someone like you. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOWIE DAY - COLLIDE (SHAWN'S COVER]&lt;br /&gt;i'm quiet you know, you make a first impression (seriously??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DISHWALLA - SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE]&lt;br /&gt;you had this look that of an angel, it was such a bad disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KINGS OF LEON - RAGOO]&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be alright as long as I ain't seen as all, and I'm holding tight to that night we had a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PAPA ROACH - SCARS]&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real, I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NATHAN HARTONO - LIFE IS GOOD]&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there to help you start believe in love again ,&lt;br /&gt;tell me that you’re waiting;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for that happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE FLAMING LIPS - THE YEAH YEAH SONG]&lt;br /&gt;If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back,&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it? Um-hum (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If you could take all the love without giving any back,&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIFEHOUSE - WHERE I WANT TO BE]&lt;br /&gt;cause i want nothing more than to sit&lt;br /&gt;outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing&lt;br /&gt;is where i want to be yeah&lt;br /&gt;(pretty much i'm still thinking where i want to be tho...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DAVID COOK - ALL I REALLY NEED IS YOU]&lt;br /&gt;Just say what you want to say&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a chance in the world&lt;br /&gt;(gosh...i've just doubted my mathematics skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KANYE WEST - STRONGER]&lt;br /&gt;Work it harder, Make it better, Do it faster, Makes us stronger,&lt;br /&gt;More than ever hour after hour work is never over&lt;br /&gt;(ah.. always making the bond stronger than ever, how apt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PLAIN WHITE T'S - 1, 2, 3 ,4 I LOVE YOU]&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Best I that I've had,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you, I love bein' around you.&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1,2- 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do- (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(OMG IT'S SO TACKY that it's true....................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RADIOHEAD - OPTIMISTIC]&lt;br /&gt;The best you can is good enough&lt;br /&gt;(wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ALICIA KEYS - UNBREAKABLE] (AHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;I'm say'n this love is unbreakable, we living our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CRAIG DAVID - UNBELIEVABLE]&lt;br /&gt;But you came and you changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before&lt;br /&gt;(a little dramatic, but okay la SEMI true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEAL - AMAZING]&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you’re real, amazing, amazing, amazing&lt;br /&gt;(this is the most egoistical statement in my life ever. trust me; i'm no where near perfection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE TINGS TINGS - SHUT UP AND LET ME GO]&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t freakin’, I ain’t fakin’ this; Shut up and let me go&lt;br /&gt;(MAHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS HILLARIOUS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BODY ROCKERS - I LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE]&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you, love to dance; I like the way you, put your hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha quite ironic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CRAIG DAVID - LET'S DANCE(HOTSTUFF)&lt;br /&gt;Get on the floor, No need to hold back&lt;br /&gt;Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilletos&lt;br /&gt;And shakin' all that&lt;br /&gt;(trash talk and shit; trust me people i am no pervert or pimp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ALICIA KEYS - NO ONE]&lt;br /&gt;you will always be around,this i know for certain&lt;br /&gt;(ok la, i love my friends alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT´S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[STONES SOUR - THROUGH THE GLASS]&lt;br /&gt;Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIGHTSTAR - UNFAMILIAR CEILINGS]&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake with me, It's getting light outside&lt;br /&gt;(yes sleepless nights..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[USHER FEAT. WILL. I AM - WHAT'S YOUR NAME]&lt;br /&gt;damn your double deed, is making willie mumble (yo),jilie jolies im a rock ya like we get down&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha yeah weird ass lyrics like these makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[COLLECTIVE SOUL - THE WORLD I KNOW]&lt;br /&gt;Are we listening; to hymns of offering?&lt;br /&gt;Have we eyes to see; that love is gathering?&lt;br /&gt;(this is one great track, trust me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - SECRET GARDEN]&lt;br /&gt;She'll lead you down a path; There'll be tenderness in the air&lt;br /&gt;(seems like it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE POSTAL SERVICE - SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS]&lt;br /&gt;they will see us waving from such great heights,"come down now" they'll say.&lt;br /&gt;(how apt; cause i'm scared of heights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JAMES BLUNT - TEARS AND RAIN]&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain.(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GREEN DAY - GIVE ME NOVOCAINE]&lt;br /&gt;Take away the sensation inside, bittersweet migraine in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PEARL JAM - LAST KISS]&lt;br /&gt;We were out on a date in my daddy's car, we hadn't driven very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PLAIN WHITE T'S - LET ME TAKE YOU THERE]&lt;br /&gt;I know a place where we can hide out and turn our hearts inside out;They won't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;(Err. okaye!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-410815829521797555?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/410815829521797555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=410815829521797555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/410815829521797555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/410815829521797555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5903892188465039869</id><published>2009-01-01T03:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:09:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVvDHefBtUI/AAAAAAAACaM/Q46Ur07ZQs8/s1600-h/happynewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVvDHefBtUI/AAAAAAAACaM/Q46Ur07ZQs8/s400/happynewyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033120859108674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, there's a 2009 sleepover at Grand Mercure but it didn't happened because of certain unforeseen reasons. Apologies for that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(no worries Batam still carries on!)&lt;/span&gt; BUT 2009 was greeted with amazing fireworks, a scrumptous dinner, splendid coffee, selfish non-local crowds, great company and hillarious photo moments. Here's a pat for 2008 and let's usher in the New Year with full of joy and happiness. Seriously, 2008 went by within the blink of an eye. Yes yes, hello to being a ripe old age of 24, hello to more overseas trip, hello to even more crazy responsibilities, hello to a wider social life, hello to my degree certificate and the list goes on. So that's that, Happy New Year Everyone and God bless to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVvC3EvKngI/AAAAAAAACaE/Ee5IBIpWbeY/s1600-h/shamelessphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVvC3EvKngI/AAAAAAAACaE/Ee5IBIpWbeY/s400/shamelessphotos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286032839069572610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...auld lang syne, its 2009!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5903892188465039869?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5903892188465039869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5903892188465039869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5903892188465039869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5903892188465039869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-hello-2009-supposedly.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVvDHefBtUI/AAAAAAAACaM/Q46Ur07ZQs8/s72-c/happynewyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1490782651665403501</id><published>2008-12-30T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:21:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, so my cat passed away. I'm still mourning but then again nothing stops me from having a life of my own. I sound so evil and heartless. But really,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE ZIZOU TO BITS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, this year passes by so quickly that it amazes me that it's going to be 2009 in just matter of days. I guess i've got alot of anticipation and anxiety for 2008; which really stirs the hands of the clock even much faster. Faster than how the mind thinks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, expect an end of year entry soon or early next year. The summarised version of 2008. The good and the bad, the ups and the downs. What are my resolutions for 2009? Honestly, i'm bringing forward my resolutions from like 4 years ago? HAHA Obviously, i highly predict that i'm gonna even bring it forward to 2010 hurhur. So what's the damn point of having a resolution then? It's just weird if you don't have resolutions for the New Year, it's like no turkies for christmas, or no queues when there are free things. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my bloc leave now and honestly, only 2 days of leave so far and i've already screwed my sleeping hours. I swear i can adapt to the late hours like a chameleon to the environment. Tsk. Anyway, i've got a movie line up for me to feast on and i can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkiw38lk4I/AAAAAAAACZ8/Ep8OnPGyowc/s1600-h/milk_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkiw38lk4I/AAAAAAAACZ8/Ep8OnPGyowc/s400/milk_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285293860743123842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhdlPIdpI/AAAAAAAACZ0/56L9MKrFMt0/s1600-h/changeling_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhdlPIdpI/AAAAAAAACZ0/56L9MKrFMt0/s400/changeling_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285292429791491730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhLZpMq7I/AAAAAAAACZs/PzkrQhZeFvQ/s1600-h/australia_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhLZpMq7I/AAAAAAAACZs/PzkrQhZeFvQ/s400/australia_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285292117441948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhGX2yFzI/AAAAAAAACZk/FC1Q1gsPQtU/s1600-h/angelsanddemons_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkhGX2yFzI/AAAAAAAACZk/FC1Q1gsPQtU/s400/angelsanddemons_galleryteaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285292031062710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...2008..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1490782651665403501?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1490782651665403501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1490782651665403501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1490782651665403501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1490782651665403501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-okaye-so-my-cat-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVkiw38lk4I/AAAAAAAACZ8/Ep8OnPGyowc/s72-c/milk_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4298505130369345238</id><published>2008-12-28T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:17:34.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVZVBMRF_AI/AAAAAAAACZc/-ozf4N1353E/s1600-h/zizou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVZVBMRF_AI/AAAAAAAACZc/-ozf4N1353E/s400/zizou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284504691727006722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cat gave his final meow earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gonna miss Zizou terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There goes, a part of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th September 1999 - 27th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...=(..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4298505130369345238?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4298505130369345238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4298505130369345238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4298505130369345238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4298505130369345238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-cat-gave-his-final-meow-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVZVBMRF_AI/AAAAAAAACZc/-ozf4N1353E/s72-c/zizou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4476411828380678748</id><published>2008-12-25T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:18:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hohohuh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to one and all. It's finally Christmas, and i don't really want it to end. Well unfortunately, to climax of this festive season happens to be an unfortunate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my cute fat cat is dying because of a failing kidney which apparently has hit to a critical condition. Sigh. I love my cats, all of my cats so it saddens me so much that my cat right now is in such a state. He is currently now now on drip, where i keep my constant watch on him. Feeding his medication promptly and cleaning him up. Well, he's very weak and couldn't move for nuts; it hurts me so bad to see my cat in such agonising pain. Well; the doctor predicted say another 15 weeks or lesser. Well, but with the state he is in right now; it doesn't look promising AT ALL. Well, i do not want to put him down because i couldn't bear to do so. I don't mind spending every cent of my bank for his treatment and taking care of him until his last meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right now beside my bed under the blankets lying motionless eversince he was discharged from the vet this morning. Well; i've made his corner as comfortable as it gets just for him to enjoy the quality and quantity of life that he has left. Oh my god, i loveee this dear cat of mine; and i'm being a pussy if i were to cry here. No pun intended. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to everyone out there; here's a greeting from me to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVJurVdtd2I/AAAAAAAACZU/vc-D53BYiJg/s1600-h/08ChristmasAffair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVJurVdtd2I/AAAAAAAACZU/vc-D53BYiJg/s400/08ChristmasAffair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283407003634202466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hohoho...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4476411828380678748?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4476411828380678748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4476411828380678748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4476411828380678748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4476411828380678748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohohuh-greetings-to-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SVJurVdtd2I/AAAAAAAACZU/vc-D53BYiJg/s72-c/08ChristmasAffair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4320252920284235172</id><published>2008-12-24T04:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:30:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;173 people trapped for 6 hours on Singapore Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire broke out in the control room of the world's tallest observation wheel Tuesday, trapping 173 people hundreds of feet above the ground for hours and forcing rescuers to lower 10 passengers to safety by rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two passengers were hospitalized with minor ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the six hour ordeal, passengers were able to talk with officials via intercom and rescuers tethered to harnesses brought them sandwiches and soft drinks, said general manager Steven Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took a while," Yeo said. "Some of them were a bit disturbed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 165-meter (541-foot) Flyer, which has carried 2 million passengers so far, is about 100 feet (30 meters) taller than the London Eye, formerly the world's tallest observation wheel. It was built by Japan's Mitsubishi Heavy Industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technicians were able to get the wheel moving again a little more than six hours after it ground to a halt and most of the passengers exited normally, Yeo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheel, known as the Singapore Flyer, has stalled twice before for about an hour each time since it began operating in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first time that something of this nature has happened, where people were hospitalized," Yeo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 70-year-old woman complaining of dizziness and a 10-year-old boy who vomited were taken by ambulance to a hospital, Civil Defense Colonel N Subhas said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 passengers closest to the ground were evacuated by harnesses attached to ropes, and civil defense rescuers were planning to bring the rest of the passengers to safety the same way when the wheel's power was restored, Subhas said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flyer was to shut down for at least one day to allow for repairs and an investigation, Yeo said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4320252920284235172?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4320252920284235172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4320252920284235172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4320252920284235172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4320252920284235172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/173-people-trapped-for-6-hours-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8130018270816854563</id><published>2008-12-24T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:24:05.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels and Demons, The Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Da Vinci Code”&lt;/span&gt; was an international blockbuster that made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$758 million all over the world.&lt;/span&gt; To others, it was a disappointing translation of the bestselling book that currently stands at a lowly 25 percent approval rating on RottenTomatoes. So, when super-screenwriter David Koepp (“Spider-Man,” “Jurassic Park”) was brought in to adapt “Angels &amp;amp; Demons” into a sequel, did the “Da Vinci” filmmakers offer any notes based on the criticisms they received from that second group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” insisted Koepp. “They don’t really give you notes in relation to the first film, especially since I wasn’t there. I didn’t have anything to do with the first film. Ron [Howard] and his collaborators probably had conversations among themselves about what they wanted to do differently, as you would on any sequel. But since I didn’t have anything to do with it, I was dealing with this as its own thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the eyes of Koepp, he didn’t see anything in “Da Vinci” that needed tweaking. “No. Anything I say there would be critical [of the first film]. So no, not really,” he laughed. “Well, the shorter hair. They went with shorter hair [on Tom Hanks] in this film, which I think was a good choice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koepp (whose most recent writing/directing effort “Ghost Town” hits DVD and Blu-Ray December 27th), said that while he didn’t write in a haircut scene for Hanks in “Angels,” he was glad to hear that the superstar would be ditching his controversial hairdo. “People obsess over strange things,” he marvelled. “And it never occurs to you while you’re making a film that ‘This will be something they’ll be talking about’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead Koepp chose to stay true to Dan Brown’s bestselling novel, and continue envisioning Robert Langdon as a modern-day version of a literary legend. “What’s interesting is now he’s not a new character to us, we’ve met him before,” Koepp said of the “Angels” Langdon. “And what I was thinking going into it is he’s now like Sherlock Holmes; this is a detective – in this case of history and literature, science and art – who they come to with these impossible-to-solve mysteries, which he solves using his erudition. And I thought that was really fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, “Angels” &amp;amp; Demons” is in the home-stretch for its much-anticipated May 15th release, promising to give $758 million worth of giddy fans more of the same. And Koepp said things are looking good. “I’ve seen a couple cuts of it, and I think it’s really great. Tom Hanks is fantastic in it, and it comes out in May. So I’ve got a couple more months’ work on it, and then it’s done,” the writer said. “It turned out great; I really liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am looking forward to Angels and Demons, despite the disappointing Da Vinci Code, do not ask me why ok. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8130018270816854563?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8130018270816854563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8130018270816854563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8130018270816854563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8130018270816854563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-some-da-vinci-code-was-international.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-340794275728742166</id><published>2008-12-22T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:37:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6mk1e8JzI/AAAAAAAACZM/5dmxmO5RZV4/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6k5jPYnJI/AAAAAAAACYc/qItbLIEsbtQ/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282340721571437714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6knN6hm3I/AAAAAAAACYU/bJt69UL_S0I/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6knN6hm3I/AAAAAAAACYU/bJt69UL_S0I/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282340406609156978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6kRPlxS0I/AAAAAAAACYM/QytpX34GG0Y/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6kRPlxS0I/AAAAAAAACYM/QytpX34GG0Y/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282340029101853506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Christmas is not entirely over yet, but i really do not want it to be over. My Christmas party over the weekends was really good. What can i ask more? Company of extremely close friends which i regard them as much as family; much love la. Thank you so much for coming guys, your presence were much appreciated. I tried my very best to entertain everyone of you hahaha but i hope you guys had your share of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ALREADY GENERATE VIBES IN MYSELF FOR NEXT YEAR'S PARTY HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that decided to go m.i.a during the VERY last minute, thank you very much for giving me more pressure of re-arranging the gift exchange session, again and AGAIN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(well that wasn't only it)&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing beats this season with a little heart break doesn't it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who couldn't make it and HAD INFORMED me way earlier, i really wished you guys were there man, but don't worry there's always another year and more to go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that, Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year Ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hey ho mistletoe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-340794275728742166?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/340794275728742166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=340794275728742166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/340794275728742166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/340794275728742166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-though-christmas-is-not-entirely.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SU6mk1e8JzI/AAAAAAAACZM/5dmxmO5RZV4/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7873219796373133974</id><published>2008-12-19T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T04:20:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no clue what happened to my finger but it's all swollen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the pain is pretty tolerable but then again, pain is still pain; IT FUCKING HURTS LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i'm typing without the aid of my index finger. It sucks cause somehow the motions are causing this throbbing pains through my finger. GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7873219796373133974?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7873219796373133974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7873219796373133974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7873219796373133974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7873219796373133974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-no-clue-what-happened-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8182345161554276655</id><published>2008-12-17T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:11:48.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking The Bounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world! How's everything coming along? Despite the yoga banning issues, Mumbai bombings and Thailand's third prime minister in 4 months; i guess everything else is well for this festive season yeah? Bah. Anyway, seriously my muse has been on a long hiatus thus the empty entries lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm back... for now that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited the loo for 4 times during the past hour, seriously my bladder thinks that its some squeeze toy or something. My mind is running on mundane and boring. I lead my life daily in such a routine that it bores the shit out of my mind. You know what i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got huge plans for next year actually. I've got plans for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batam, Hong Kong and U.K. &lt;/span&gt;Well, obviously i'm looking forward to drop by big ol' London. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, that's the end of next year. But i need to start early for huge savings for that trip. Oh yeah i totally forgot, i'm going KL in march next year. Why KL? God knows. Seriously, god knows  man. Well, i've not been overseas for quite some time so anywhere is good alright. I'm not asking for much here; so where ever i go, i'll totally cherish each and every moment of it. Woohoo! Especially London&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (i know i'm bias) &lt;/span&gt;Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about London, the past week i've been chatting with my niece who is situated in Bristol, London. I was quite appalled with her comments. Well not technically from her, but from my cousin; indirectly. The kid has a keen interest in design and photography which is apparently a huge disapproval from her mom. Why? Because by becoming a designer equals to being stupid. Pardon me if i'm harsh here but what i heard/saw was that her mom wants her to be a doctor because doctors are smart and intelligent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(How cliche is that?) &lt;/span&gt;By becoming a designer, i won't learn anything about science, maths, geography and wonders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously, that hurt me. ALOT. Especially coming from a relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know kids can be relatively direct, but at least i know how other people regards other people's profession as. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she know that i'm a designer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she knows that my entire family runs along the the creative line? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this means, she wants  to be the only one that the entire family line should be proud off because she's off a different profession? How ignorant can one be. I did want to ask her, is she a doctor herself? But apparently there wasn't any opportunities. So i'll hold on to this burning question in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone uses whatever they've learnt back in school to what they are doing now. By being a genius; doesn't mean you'll be doing something that you are happy with. My mom knew i've had a flair for the arts and she knew i did pretty well back in school. But she never ever put grades over passion. I guess you can have a high IQ, but can you have an EQ to match? Yes doctors are intelligent, smart and the profession exudes a status that everyone is in a wow for. How entirely smart can you be? With experiences from all the doctor's that i've met, they lack of one thing. Personality. Which definitely equals to boring. Bah. I can go on, but i decided not too. To summarise things up, i'm quite shock with how people can still be part of this stereotyping phase. We're reaching to a level where men and women shares the same equality but yet some conservative notions are still being practised. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly hahaha, here's some pics from Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2008. You horny males out there, come and get some. 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width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUZ9wH1JXBI/AAAAAAAACV4/vdtHKX7dwsE/s400/victorias-secret-show-11158-53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280045878827637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUZ9UpODSSI/AAAAAAAACVw/0HLXOQfCyuA/s1600-h/victorias-secret-show-11158-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUZ9UpODSSI/AAAAAAAACVw/0HLXOQfCyuA/s400/victorias-secret-show-11158-55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280045406754130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUZ9CGKdsFI/AAAAAAAACVo/OABOFgO8y6Q/s1600-h/victorias-secret-show-11158-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUZ9CGKdsFI/AAAAAAAACVo/OABOFgO8y6Q/s400/victorias-secret-show-11158-58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280045088106197074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...:)..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8182345161554276655?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8182345161554276655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8182345161554276655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8182345161554276655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8182345161554276655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-bounds-hello-world-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUf_d_rZAFI/AAAAAAAACYA/U8X48uLWAy0/s72-c/victorias-secret-show-11158-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4371987361995073443</id><published>2008-12-11T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:41:48.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's not entirely me if i don't rant about how much i love christmas. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always love this time of the month; not that it's snowing but somehow or rather Christmas always puts me in a joyful mood. Well, i'm not celebrating it because of the birth of Jesus or anything, i'll get crap from all the muslims out there if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the most prettiest time of the year, and it truly marks the end of year to me. I'm celebrating it just because it's an occassion to celebrate the holidays; a very festive season. I've always loved the christmas deco decked down town, i've always loved christmas trees, glitter and many more pretty things that comes along with Christmas. Well, no harm celebrating the things i love eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my christmas party again and for those who got invited via facebook, get your glamourous outfit out of your wardrobe this instant. :) I can't wait for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUBhhWch26I/AAAAAAAACVg/H5lxC_0S2C0/s1600-h/DSC_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUBhhWch26I/AAAAAAAACVg/H5lxC_0S2C0/s400/DSC_3601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278325988867038114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4371987361995073443?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4371987361995073443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4371987361995073443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4371987361995073443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4371987361995073443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-its-not-entirely-me-if-i-dont-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SUBhhWch26I/AAAAAAAACVg/H5lxC_0S2C0/s72-c/DSC_3601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-581497256323565940</id><published>2008-12-09T05:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:04:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2008-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected it trashy like the other 2 years before; because the one that was worth watching was the production back in 2005 where fashion and set came in tops. But this year; i was proven wrong. Trashy it was not! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Except for some models) &lt;/span&gt;I was entirely in awe with the set. I mean yes, i love doing up sets especially for fashion shows. Victoria Secret shows had always been gimmicky but to the extend that i loved it. It's theatrical and exaggerated to the extreme. This year's set  = gorgeous. Who cares about the glittered runway or the silver palm trees; the graphics used on the concave walls were spectacular. Especially at the finale when the concave walls became transluscent to portray a picturesque view of the Fontainebleau Miami Beach Hotel engulfed in pyrotechnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each segment was being executed tremendously and it's the first Pink segment that i thought was rather substantial and Karolina was fun to watch there. I've always thought The Tings Tings - That's Not My Name is rather suitable for the segment and apparently i'm in sync with the choreographer's mind haha. The idea of a horizontal runway just like a concert stage was different but utilised to its maximum. Each transition into each segment was amazing; ranging from the fantastic soundtracks and it's the second time they used The Killers for their shows. Except for the opening; that featured Usher singing his new single and Yeah. Yeah was so 2003 but i guess it has always been a crowd favourite when it comes to bringing the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selita who actually looked rather good with her bob hair style, Karolina exudes elegance and poise, Alessandra and Heidi; THE HOTTEST MUMS EVER. How do you get so fit after pregnancy man and they sure look damn good after giving birth man. Well everyone looked ultra good. Miranda matured tremendously with this show; and she looked fantastic. I didn't particularly liked Marissa Miller, erm a few models that i couldn't recall what their names were. A little fashionista in me; i loved the shoes worn for their segment where they had the Killers latest soundtrack. Though the shoes caused some cuts and pains for the models but hey who say's modelling is all glamorous yeah? It's the first time it wasn't set in a Christmas theme which is good. It gives the whole summer vibes afterall it is in Florida yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set production. I wished one day i could design such set. It was spectacular; to me that is. I loved every grandeur aspects of it. Sigh such mind blowing productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A mall christmas deco that i design clinched 3rd for best deco islandwide :) Hey at least i'm a step nearer to my dreams of designing fantastic sets yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...are we humans..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-581497256323565940?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/581497256323565940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=581497256323565940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/581497256323565940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/581497256323565940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-finished-watching-victorias.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7020450025926626823</id><published>2008-12-07T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:33:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been blogging seriously lately but truth be told; part of my trait that can never be thrown away is definitely being plain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; LAZY.&lt;/span&gt; Besides being the sloth that i am, my muse is sure not doing its work for the past few weeks. I've got a gazellion photos to upload. From engagements to dinner parties and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like myself lately. I feel utterly miserable at times, with unsound and vague thoughts running wild in my mind. Do you call these ordinary melancholia? Or do i have hidden agendas/problems that i suppressed even further in myself? I tried voicing out my mind, but a jamboree of ruminations came running wild, tangling themselves in such unwanted mess; that in the end, nothing of substance came tumbling out. And here i am, back to square one. The thoughts that i can't decipher. Will i ever excogitate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be caught dead starring into mid-air daily; with nothing but a menacing void that devours me from the inside. My eyes do not tell a story nor are they the windows into my soul. What is this feeling am i going through? I know i've got a burden on me; which weighs heavier everytime i put my mind on them. What are these burdens? Responsibility? Pride? It could be everything but all messed up in my life. I wonder what it takes to tame these wild cerebrations; sift them through and figure what the crap is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess; time will soon reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This undefined agony is sure is a bitch. Kill me please and let's end all these misery. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the what?..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7020450025926626823?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7020450025926626823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7020450025926626823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7020450025926626823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7020450025926626823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-ive-not-been-blogging-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7535941832294233401</id><published>2008-12-05T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:04:28.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-[izk]-ed ™ - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-[izk]-ed ™ - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not blogged for the longest time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  was jus thinking abt yr blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so no need to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-[izk]-ed ™ - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh the last time was about the acjc girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-[izk]-ed ™ - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i haven even seen that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u can blog abt me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-[izk]-ed ™ - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with the dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can blog abt me whaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...ok done..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7535941832294233401?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7535941832294233401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7535941832294233401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7535941832294233401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7535941832294233401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/12/izk-ed-says-wahhhhhhhhh-izk-ed-says-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2330357902160277603</id><published>2008-11-27T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:40:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot i owned a blog. Okay more updates over the weekend about my sucky november alright. Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2330357902160277603?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2330357902160277603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2330357902160277603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2330357902160277603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2330357902160277603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-totally-forgot-i-owned-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4597187330772994426</id><published>2008-11-15T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:52:30.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Had My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rihanna's concert had a few hiccups in the beginning, when she started singing Disturbia as her opening act BUT nothing came out until she gave a disturbing stare to the audio dude. No pun intended here. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for only 50 minutes, do you think concert was worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...ellllla..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4597187330772994426?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4597187330772994426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4597187330772994426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4597187330772994426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4597187330772994426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-had-my-heart-so-rihannas-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-5140980605366418246</id><published>2008-11-15T05:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:54:38.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Sabotaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand that there are definitely bitches back then in school. Be it tertiary or secondary, or even maybe during the primary years. Normally, we'll gossip, bitch behind their backs, harsh sarcasms and pretty much that's all. So you might hate someone or even come up with your very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"burn book" (if you watch Mean Girls, you'd know what i'm talking about) &lt;/span&gt;but yeah pretty much, to me that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't go to any extend to actually humiliate one another. Yes, sometimes people might start calling you names and whatsnot but you'd just pack your little bags up and whimper yourself back home. So i don't understand, the logic of embarrassing anyone else infront of many others who i think wouldn't even careless about the whole drama. This applies to birthday sabotages as well. Yes, sometimes we'd sabo one another during our birthdays. Normally, eggs, cakes, flour and whatever that is within reach will be the ammunition. Unfortunately, i was a victim myself for a couple my very birthdays.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's a cheap thrill that lasted a few minutes &lt;/span&gt;and yes, everytime such sabotage is to be done... we are wary about our surroundings. Normally, it's done among friends and close acquaintances. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; people that hate you or has a sudden or long time grudge against you. Because once they are involve, you know wou won't get the end of it. I personally hate sabotages, i find them lame and what do you get out of it? An intoxicating thrill that lasted a few minutes? Satisfied revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what happen to this fellow ACJC girl below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r-1hU1kI/AAAAAAAABxU/qtGPIlHtU_Q/s1600-h/getArticlePhoto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r-1hU1kI/AAAAAAAABxU/qtGPIlHtU_Q/s400/getArticlePhoto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626603844621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r67pF90I/AAAAAAAABxM/IeZpZJu5PKY/s1600-h/getArticlePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r67pF90I/AAAAAAAABxM/IeZpZJu5PKY/s400/getArticlePhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626536768337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r2k06CuI/AAAAAAAABxE/DnaLA-_WnjY/s1600-h/getFullSizePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r2k06CuI/AAAAAAAABxE/DnaLA-_WnjY/s400/getFullSizePhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626461924395746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3rxYl15wI/AAAAAAAABw8/TNrSSML60kQ/s1600-h/getArticlePhoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3rxYl15wI/AAAAAAAABw8/TNrSSML60kQ/s400/getArticlePhoto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268626372740638466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, her videos are up on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.stomp.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;, you can view em' there. To my opinion, it sounds and looks like a sabotage that got carried away. Stories had it that the girl was the school's slut. The one who wreaks other people's relantionships. The one who sleeps around. Well, i guess the word slut earlier justifies itself ya. So her own birthday drama caught alot of attention by those who hated her which ended with her suffering more than a normal floor/egg in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a group of girls, i swear when they say girls can really keep a grudge against each other for the longest time; they really do. She got tied up, smacked, hair pulled, dirtied, well vulgarly abused by her fellow girl friends and "friends"  within school premises. Getting sabo-ed in school during my time was perfectly fine but not the extend where you are embarrassed entirely with the whole situation. We do know the limits. Well, as for this girl; there wasn't any mercy given to her though. Her birthday sabo plan really open doors to all those other bitches that hated her so yeah. It's more like a revenge episode here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, you can get sabo-ed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (i've mentioned the word sabo a gazellion times here), &lt;/span&gt;recorded and uploaded. But you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one unlucky ass &lt;/span&gt;to get the whole phase published and dramatized to the entire island. Com'on, you did put up your video on the world wide web, we are Singaporeans &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(aka Kaypoh-reans)&lt;/span&gt;. They see something exciting, it sure ends up with the media. Remember Tammy from NYP? Isn't it the same. Bitch sleeps around, recorded her sexlife, bitches that hated her stole her phone, uploaded the video and voila her self porn knocked off Paris's porn back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once leaked to the hands of the reporter, i swear everything around you tarnishes. In this case, the school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ACJC here)&lt;/span&gt;, the girl, her friends and unfortunately the teacher that happened to appear randomly asking her friends to clean up the place. Which he couldn't care less to the tied up girl. Now, that fuzzes me out. There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"so much love"&lt;/span&gt; between teacher's and students nowadays that things are better left as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you if you're teacher and you see one of your students is being severely sabo-ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'd say okay kids enough, clean up the place and see me in my office. PRONTO.&lt;/span&gt;" I guess that simple sentence would save it up for the day, because whatever happens behind closed doors, remains behind it. At least it shows, some action is being taken. Now, the poor teacher got accused for not bothering about the situation except for the mess the students created. And again, the school name got affected, a reputable name in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Just remember anything goes up the world wide web, is clearly being viewed by the entire world; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...happy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-5140980605366418246?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/5140980605366418246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=5140980605366418246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5140980605366418246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/5140980605366418246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-sabotaged-i-totally-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SR3r-1hU1kI/AAAAAAAABxU/qtGPIlHtU_Q/s72-c/getArticlePhoto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7660034489357863315</id><published>2008-11-13T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:30:05.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did T.I. and Rihanna did a remake of the stupid cockroach numa numa shitfuck song? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7660034489357863315?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7660034489357863315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7660034489357863315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7660034489357863315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7660034489357863315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-did-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-8060704898437488793</id><published>2008-11-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:02:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Friends or Foes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Why is that always when a friendship fallsout, only then one can find so much hatred with one another. It's rather puzzling, whereas technically they were labelled, as &lt;b&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt; before. So what is the definition of friends in this case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess it's just like Love; there's no true answer to it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own views and perceptions how they regard one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when were young(er), there were diaries passed around school and you were told to fill in your particulars and whatsnot? Those creative ones would colour the page up with morbid looking markers and such, flattery notes blah blah, okay before i drift away from my point.. Remember there's always a section that somehow wasn't really important to us now but then, it seems like it is. There's always the parts where we mention; &lt;b&gt;"People i dislike: etc etc.." &lt;/b&gt;and what do we normally write down back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liars, backstabbers, hypocrites, sarcastic people, whatever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillarious ain't it?Truth be told and my opinion is that, &lt;u&gt;we're just listing down the bad points we have in ourselves.&lt;/u&gt; Of course you do not want to find someone who shares the exact same characteristics as you. I find that freaky. So we''d list down those evidently harsh words that would likely describe the ugly part of ourselves. I strongly believe with my opinions though, but it's up to others to judge; we're in an open world, share your views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have we not lied in our lives ever before?&lt;br /&gt;Have we not talked about people behind their backs?&lt;br /&gt;Have we not been hypocritical ever?&lt;br /&gt;Have we not even drop a hint of sarcasm to anyone before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a definite Yes somewhere for an answer just simply means, you'd agree with my first question get it? My god everyone lies, all kinds of lies. We lie to our friends, parents and everyone else just so to prove our "innocence" or in other the words; to get out of something. I know it may sound quite harsh and rude for me to say so, but it is certainly the fact. I won't deny it too. Some lies would put ourselves into trouble, some might benefit from the lies and some would definitely suffer from the guilt but one common thing here, we all lied. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; So before we start calling people a liar and full of bull, think over it twice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone bitches (aka backstab) about everyone else, everyone is very hypocritical about everything around them. It's a silent cycle that everyone claims they are not doing. Com'on we sometimes see our parents doing it. LOL. Which brings me to another point; &lt;b&gt;SARCASM.&lt;/b&gt; Who started sarcasm in our lives; definitely to me our parents haha. Unfortunately, it is. They'd drop hints and remarks for you to be home early, they'd tried signalling you that they need something. I can go on with this but i guess most of you have gotten my drift. I believe, we live in a world of sarcasms, to me, to you, to your loved ones, etc. Sometimes we don't even notice that we're doing it, this goes to all the other points i mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before, &lt;b&gt;it's a cycle or mystically acclaimed -&lt;i&gt; Karma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no superhero/god to stop these evil doings, but sadly i'm a victim of it as well. I wished pandora had not opened the damn box. MAYBE everything in this world would be better and there'll be a true definition of friends and love. It takes one step at a time but there's too much pride in this world that it consumes each and everyone of us. We fight, because each and everyone thinks they're right. We call each other names behind their backs to justify ourselves or more so to make ourselves feel we're a head better than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is just a gentle reminder &lt;/b&gt;, think twice before saying anything. And lastly, there are no good or bad friends in this world, even if a friendship fathoms way beneath the bayou mud; there shouldn't be any sense of hatred for one another but take it on your own stride and learn from the mistakes of it. Forgive and forget, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;it definitely makes you the better person that you are now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...i love them all..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-8060704898437488793?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/8060704898437488793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=8060704898437488793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8060704898437488793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/8060704898437488793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-or-foes-hmmm_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-897773413236836076</id><published>2008-11-11T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:53:09.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Time Flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just sat down and realised that.. most of my friends are all either working or getting their degrees. So i took a trip down memory lane. To me, o levels felt just like yesterday and now we're part of the; adult world. Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene - Interior Designer for IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liyana - Interior Designer for AXIS I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Min - Obtaining her Degree in Interior Design in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason - Design Consultant for D'Perception + Obtaining a business degree in SIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rongsen - Project Designer for 3D Conceptwerke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatrice - Obtaining her Degree in Graphics Communication in LaSalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahtani - Obtaining his Degree in LaSalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weijian - Obtaining his Degree in Lasalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise - Degree holder and Interior Designer for DWP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself - Exhibition/Events Designer for VM&amp;amp;SD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, look how much we've grown! Next up for me, i can't wait to be a degree holder! Soon soon. Very soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...goodnight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-897773413236836076?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/897773413236836076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=897773413236836076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/897773413236836076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/897773413236836076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7173919973267744336</id><published>2008-11-08T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:00:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met up with my dear friends just now for dinner and chats at Haji Lane and that made me really happy for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7173919973267744336?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7173919973267744336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7173919973267744336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7173919973267744336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7173919973267744336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-met-up-with-my-dear-friends-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-2014863042167171250</id><published>2008-11-07T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:00:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, i apologise for the eyesore that my blog had been giving. Honestly, it was terrible but i couldn't be bothered to edit immediately but its wayyyyyyyyyy better now ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible day. I terrorised the toilet frequently and what the hell did i ate wrong? Wedges. Bad wedges they were. Anyway, i'm still not feeling as optimistic as i was before. The melancholic nights and the woes of having immense pressure piled on me are still making me depress as ever. I hate this feeling/situation/whatever. Like i mentioned earlier in the previous post, i do not want to get started with the responsibilities of my life. I need someone to talk too; everyone seemed busy and happy with their lives but also, i do not want to bother anyone with my emotional anxiety. The smile on my face daily is nothing but a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day, i'll put the smile back to where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...argh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-2014863042167171250?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/2014863042167171250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=2014863042167171250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2014863042167171250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/2014863042167171250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/personal-ok-ok-i-apologise-for-eyesore.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4631424961670906234</id><published>2008-11-06T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:35:14.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why? Argh. How i wish i could get rid of the lazy trait in me. I wish i had more perseverance and endurance. Sometimes being the only man of the house really weighs everything down for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me even started with the whole responsibility stigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i can be someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4631424961670906234?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4631424961670906234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4631424961670906234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4631424961670906234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4631424961670906234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7159960551731692819</id><published>2008-11-05T03:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:30:44.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are going around in circles, one moment i'm up and one moment i'm way down beneath the dirt. Crap. Oh well, can't blame the moodswings. I assume, in 5 minutes time, i'll be feeling as though im on the top of the world. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, it's been a while but lets; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;collide.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i'm gonna breakout into song any moment if this melancholia tends to run extremely wild)&lt;/span&gt; Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need extreme retail theraphy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But the wallet is on a constant strain that this morning it actually frowned at me. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday's meetup with the Joi gang though. At least, there's a weekend i'm looking forward too and maybe a JB trip on Saturday evening with Sheikh and other randomsicles that i forgot whom is joining for a succulent seafood dinner. But that seems to be on hold prior to the economic recession. Double the hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a spur of dreams the past few nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; - I dreamt Shawn won the presidential seat for U.S. and he screwed Obama and McCain with his guitar and song writing skills at his press conference. I say, rockin' down the house, not any other house, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; house. Oh i forgot to mention, in my world of fantasia, Paris Hilton is the Mayor of Los Angeles. Who needs the presidential seat, when she actually owns Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive. But yeah, focus here. Shawn my bro is the President of the U.S of A alright. Try beating that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt; - I dreamt that Nadi wasn't living at Loyang anymore and she decided to move to Kovan, over a decision that only took her a night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(her family is not involve in this move tho'). &lt;/span&gt;Somehow or rather, her move was rather tragic that she messages everyone venting out her feelings that how sad she is to leave the East Side. And us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Me, Faridah, Mona, Din, Nad, Sofi) &lt;/span&gt;was trying to psycho Nadi that it was a bad decision. But somehow in my alternate reality, the drama was extreme haha. So yeah, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't have two dreams in one night. Bahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like i said, this morning my wallet gave me a frown. As days to come, it'll just get pissed with me with not a frown but maybe it'll show me the flap. Crap. I'm uber affected with the recession and people this is a retarded entry that focuses pretty much on my superficial lifestyle of the non-rich and non-famous, but hoping somewhere around that line that i'll be superiorly rich and well fame can just tag along as the icing on the cake. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i wonder how it feels to be spoilt, pampered, popular and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Do i really fit the shoes of Dawn Yang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, somehow i miss Hari Raya Aidilfitri already :((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....goodnight goodnight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7159960551731692819?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7159960551731692819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7159960551731692819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7159960551731692819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7159960551731692819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-say-its-been-while-but-lets-collide.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-7711716403962746351</id><published>2008-11-01T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:43:38.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax Public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while i was busy doing my usual online chats, i accidentally spilled tea on my keyboard. Which for a while was okaye, but after a good hour i guess my keyboard took it's toll. My A's are all L's, my Enter button is on the left arrow and other random keyboard errors began to pop out. So, i decided to use the online keyboard, obviously i sucked at it. So i spent the entire night watching movies, nothing keyboard related hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a random cheap keyboard for temporary sake cause i'm getting a new pc anyway. While on that, i bought myself speakers so i could skype my way through the night. Heh.It's 530am now, and it's raining cats and dogs outside my windows. I know it's the best time to snuggle up under the comforters but seriously, my insomniac lifestyle is just literally taking over my life. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on a side note;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy Halloween yarr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the papers today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yesterday) &lt;/span&gt;and saw the cover was some chick in a bikini. Obviously creating headlines for a reason yeah. Apparently, she's a teacher posing in a bikini. Well i gotta agree that the bikini's she wore were relatiely skimpy. With her reason that she wants a tiny bikini line, god go nude for god sakes! Then to have leftovers from some lycra t-shirt wastage to cover ur nips and areas where the sun don't shine. Anyway, yeah so she definitely stirred up some controversial issues here about morals and beliefs about being a teacher and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents of her students thinks that such a fine educator for the future of tomorrow could have an alter ego that puts sex as her middle name. Whoah wait a minute here, i didn't quote anyone but definitely, isn't it a little too outrageous to be labelled whore or slut just because she wore a bikini and pictures were posted everywhere. Unless, it's somekind of strategy for her to be part of the media world, including the world wide web obviously that's not her intentions. It's her private life, life away from school, give her a chance man. She didn't wear a bikini to school and accidentally exposed her va-jay-jays to a 9 year old kid or something right? Ya ya, like they say a teacher should have some standards and such; but not everyone is perfect. I agree with the public, that maybe she shouldn't have photos splashed around the magazines or the internet because obviously the world wide web clearly isn't narrowed down to only one household; keyword - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WORLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, they're making a mountain out of a molehill. Clearly, this issue could be solved personally without the interference of  the media right? To make it worse, it's the headline! Front page! Everyone needs a carefree lifestyle. Everyone needs their freedom, not being tied down to their work chairs or similar. Work is work, and whatever happens after your working hours just be it. You don't have to drag your rules and regulations from work home as well. If you live your life where only your work evolves around you, you putting yourself under one immense pressure. Now with that, all hell might break loose one day and instead of committing one mediocre mistake; you'll be the lava out of a volcano. Everyone are prone to mistakes, even in the goverment. Com'on la, who had sex innuendoes with the parliament intern way backkkk then? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(did i mentioned it was local? no right?) &lt;/span&gt;Everyone needs their freedom. So people take a chill pill yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...good morning singapore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-7711716403962746351?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/7711716403962746351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=7711716403962746351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7711716403962746351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/7711716403962746351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-sleep-and-feel-relatively-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-762248954763118186</id><published>2008-10-30T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:11:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's Left of It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that sooner or later if you don't put the effort to keep things strong, bonds will just weaken as time goes by. Unfortunately, as much as i do not want to perceive such beliefs are true, reality took a snap back in life. I didn't wake up from some unpleasant dream, but how i wished i did. Sometimes life can take it's downfall relatively bad, but like every other fall; you pick yourself up, shrug the dirt off you and continue whatever you were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, thats what we all say. Yes it does, but memories always lingers. The good or the bad. It sucks, sometimes these memories can definitely be a reality but some people rather leave it as it is. It totally sucks when some of your really close friends decided to drift away because we don't see each other often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupied with work they say.&lt;br /&gt;Occupied with the other half they say.&lt;br /&gt;Financial circumstances are being blamed, but they didn't blame one important factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always stand strong in our stride, that we tend to put pride above it all. I got to agree that work do take a part of my life away, unfortunately i do not have the other half to blame too &lt;strong&gt;(or maybe i do)&lt;/strong&gt; but doesn't compromisation takes place in this situation?, i also do agree there are times the greens are causing a strain in my pockets but do i ever forget my friends even in &lt;strong&gt;"crucial"&lt;/strong&gt; times mentioned? It takes two hands two clap. It takes another friend to make a friendship work. I guess a simple hello will cause the world to end. Or maybe a simple act of concern might just drop a bomb somewhere. I totally do not get this situation, and you know what; i may get these arrows to point back at me and say,&lt;strong&gt; "Not everyone is as free as you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does it hurt? It fuckin' hell does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i don't bother to fight back or stand up for my own rights? Because sometimes people would rather pin point at other people mistakes and not realising their own. Oh they'll definitely fight for their own rights, but why bother when pride and ego gets in the way. We all want to be right someway or another don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how busy i can be, at least i took the effort to say a simple hello. We live in a world full of technology, if people do not realise that. Or maybe sometimes they've never heard a thing called a handphone, or say what's that thing that dominates the computer....ah yes the MESSENGER. Geez. If friendship is to be accounted as money, i've got nothing else to say because money do make the world go round and makes you forget the important things life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally know that friendship is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bond we all used to have was for a moment's sake? The promises, were nothing more but vacant agreements. So the good times ended just like that. Well, the last tentative meet up was the last straw since no one took the effort to push the event further than it was, so i guess that's how it's going to be. There's no use dropping hints, clues, sarcasm &lt;strong&gt;(which in fact everyone in this world do, even if they deny so lol)&lt;/strong&gt; because sometimes people can be uber dense and dumb to even realise it. It hurts to type this out because maybe i'd rely on this tiny ray of hope somewhere in me, but trust me it is vanishing really soon, or maybe it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why bother, since they don't bother right?&lt;/strong&gt; This is statement is interesting per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll apologise on my behalf, for the unnecessary attempts to meet up, the control freak that i am, the planner that you always need, the decision maker.I apologise for my razor sharp tongue, I apologise for my frankness. I apologise for all the mistakes and the wrong things i've done. Have i not apologise enough? No? Oh yeah lastly;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I apologise for being the better half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to your future endeavours. If memories are left as it is, then let it be; there's no point forcing the world to be as pleasant to my concern. I've learnt much from our friendship and the things i went through with you guys are cherished deeply, i hope you guys learnt a thing or two from me too. &lt;strong&gt;My conscience is clear&lt;/strong&gt;, all i seek was a little happiness for what we share for a deed we promised back then. We had a mighty share of laughter and joy, but then again all good things have to come to an end yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. You think i don't miss you guys, you think i don't feel hurt and sad writing this, think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. The rainy weather at this wee hour and the emo song is totally rubbing this in. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...at least do have a proper goodbye..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-762248954763118186?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/762248954763118186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=762248954763118186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/762248954763118186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/762248954763118186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-left-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-471742889234598604</id><published>2008-10-29T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:33:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People of the world,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I left Zouk&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, i'm not jobless haha. I'll be still happily working as a designer somewhere near Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Don't hesitate to ask me any questions but via msn only. Thanks! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-471742889234598604?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/471742889234598604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=471742889234598604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/471742889234598604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/471742889234598604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-of-world-i-left-zouk.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-4754217753575456413</id><published>2008-10-28T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:44:57.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Random Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQddf024sLI/AAAAAAAABw0/GyIl3fAUuzs/s1600-h/n675630824_1292640_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQddf024sLI/AAAAAAAABw0/GyIl3fAUuzs/s400/n675630824_1292640_2889.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262277490951893170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some promo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded a string of photos on Facebook which caused quite a stir of comments and hoohaa's. LOL. Well, i can't blame them. I posted &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; photos taken back during my polytechnic days and a couple of videos when i got sabo-ed at Bedok Reservoir during my 18th birthday. Where hair were all in the wrong styles, clothes look relatively terrible, and unglamourousness was our middle names. Oh well, i really miss my tertiary years. Attending lectures in those super mundane and vacuum sucked theatres, skipping classes for waking up late and 3 times you'll get an F hurhur. Doing the most outrageous things one could imagine but yet we kept telling outselves how much we hate school because of the crazy drivened project days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss being back in school, especially back in Temasek Design School. =((((((((( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i miss my polytechnic days i miss my HQ army friends too. I guess i'll organise a dinner event soon yeah. &lt;strong&gt;So Shawn, Sufyan, Sheikh, Hanming, Hakim, Etc HEAR THAT ALRIGHT!?&lt;/strong&gt; haha. Need to have some pretty good dinner, good catch up sessions over a cuppa haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one or two issues to blog about on how certain things are how they are now, particularly friendship related. But i can't seem to be in the right mood, situation or whatever to rant out my feelings. I kept surpressing it, i guess one fine day; i'll find the right words and feelings to note down my two cents worth. Like they say, bottling up your feelings are never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down St James last Friday for some event. Honestly i've got no clue about the event and all. I just attended because i got invited and also FREEBIEEES. Aiyo can't blame me, i am still a true blue Singaporean alright. Apparently, it's some magazine called Smitten Anniversary. I swear i've never of such low key Female/Cleo orientated magazine ever. Met up with alot of my Design fellas and it was a ball! Met up with my Zouk colleagues there as well haha. The fashion show was horrible, well part of it. So self entertainment and photowhoring moments took over our lives, for that random moment that is haha. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQhm57BYI/AAAAAAAABv8/BSBXFxMgXLA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261911384194221442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQhm57BYI/AAAAAAAABv8/BSBXFxMgXLA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRRkcE_nI/AAAAAAAABwk/Jv1M3QC_7YQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261912208165895794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRRkcE_nI/AAAAAAAABwk/Jv1M3QC_7YQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRKtyNa4I/AAAAAAAABwc/_MHnoH1sRio/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261912090415557506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRKtyNa4I/AAAAAAAABwc/_MHnoH1sRio/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRAlkbhkI/AAAAAAAABwU/0gSXl38jmRE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261911916411586114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYRAlkbhkI/AAAAAAAABwU/0gSXl38jmRE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQzUvGq6I/AAAAAAAABwM/660tyjNE1Ck/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261911688554654626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQzUvGq6I/AAAAAAAABwM/660tyjNE1Ck/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQtrdxCFI/AAAAAAAABwE/OQpCeRbMOkY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261911591576733778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQYQtrdxCFI/AAAAAAAABwE/OQpCeRbMOkY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you are my hero&lt;br /&gt;How you're never here though&lt;br /&gt;Remember times when you put me on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it was forever you would hold us&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm too young to know&lt;br /&gt;How in the future it will affect me when you go&lt;br /&gt;You could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;You, me, and mum y`know&lt;br /&gt;Anything was possible" - Glasvegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...how are you my hero?..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-4754217753575456413?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/4754217753575456413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=4754217753575456413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4754217753575456413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/4754217753575456413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-uploaded-string-of-photos-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQddf024sLI/AAAAAAAABw0/GyIl3fAUuzs/s72-c/n675630824_1292640_2889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10483536.post-1320473250430507893</id><published>2008-10-24T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:58:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQFHwH1X9zI/AAAAAAAABv0/tTReeghaeDc/s1600-h/Good_-_Cheap_-_Fast7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQFHwH1X9zI/AAAAAAAABv0/tTReeghaeDc/s400/Good_-_Cheap_-_Fast7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564731807659826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicated to all true blue Singaporeans. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10483536-1320473250430507893?l=izk-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/1320473250430507893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10483536&amp;postID=1320473250430507893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1320473250430507893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10483536/posts/default/1320473250430507893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izk-ed.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedicated-to-all-true-blue-singaporeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Budi Izkandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14164153815591098481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmsAPHB7J3k/SQFHwH1X9zI/AAAAAAAABv0/tTReeghaeDc/s72-c/Good_-_Cheap_-_Fast7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
