<?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-18915735</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:50.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisemen</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is all about meeting people. It doesn't really matter how much you know but more of who you know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-116238663898060190</id><published>2006-11-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:10:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really over?</title><content type='html'>its been a whole year...at least an academic year. its gone by so fast, do we actually remember what happened? yes there were some moments that we'll always savour, some ( actually quite a few) that i want to forget but will unfortunately stay with me. but i look back and i realise that i've grown as an individual. i've always felt that its the lows in one's life which define their fibre. and yea i've not always responded how ive wanted to, but thats life. i always had this idea that people will be concerned for ya, will look out for ya, i guess it aint always true. and yea i shouldnt be whining bout this and i aint. its a realisation that you've gotta take care of yaself, others will come forth, but not always. and sometimes the people who do come forth are unexpected visitors. visitors, because they are'nt always with ya, converstations with them are held occasionally. but today i realised that when you're really down, the people who really care will lend a hand. i thought this post would be bout this year, but i just went with what i felt like saying. for those who dont want to read this, or are rolling your eyes when you do read this, thats your call, but if i were ya i wouldnt have dropped by. for those who understand where im coming from, i sympathize for ya 'cos i'm guessing you've been here at some time. for the rest, i hope this makes ya look out for those close to ya, 'cos sometimes just a simple hi, how are ya? makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-116238663898060190?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/116238663898060190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=116238663898060190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/116238663898060190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/116238663898060190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-really-over.html' title='is it really over?'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115781057548607696</id><published>2006-09-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T07:02:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over my head?</title><content type='html'>hey folks, the bored and complicated me's back. just got back after a rather enjoyable saturday out, at the World Bank Youth Space Dialogue, which was really  good fun. got to meet quite a few new people, and met up with a few familiar faces as well..and i have to say that im very glad  i chose to go for this 'cos somethings that were raised were issues that i didnt really care for intially, but now im startin to think more about. they day's coming to a close with the blues beatin the reds in the merseyside derby, thrilling result for all us United fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the reason i decided to update is cos i found a song with lyrics that relate to me...haha and no they aint emo. surprised? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head&lt;br /&gt; Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt; Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt; She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt; won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head I'm in over...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still living in a fantasy i guess, but at least i know im in over my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115781057548607696?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115781057548607696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115781057548607696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115781057548607696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115781057548607696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/09/over-my-head.html' title='over my head?'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115686296476102669</id><published>2006-08-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:49:24.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha..someone's actually dropped by...</title><content type='html'>i dropped by to take a look at the tagboard and i have 1 new tag...rather refreshin to see that someone does occasionally drop by to see if ive gotten off my lazy arse to write summat'. well i was thinkin bout it and then i thought..na..i'll wait a bit longer..and then i actually got a request..more like a reason not to continue with chem tutorial but even then..ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for me as per normal..erythin's a tad bit confusin..something happened..dont really know what but i know it aint good...hopefully in the end it'll turn out alrite..though i have been talking to loadsa new folks quite often recently and it feels good to get to know people who i see nearly eryday beyond the superficial level..and yea it feels good when you finally understand why things are the way they are when you find out more..amidst the enlightenment though was the warning of the math test..completely blew it..i know it..my tutor knows it..i'm actually rather impressed at his unsurmountable patience..especially with me..'cos he knows i can do well...and he only see's that when marks are not counted..sad isnt it? ha..at least now with erythin coming to a standstill i can start studyin..as much as i dont want to acknowledge 'em, the promos are coming and in 28 days mind you..james' nick reminds me eryday when log on to msn. ha..alrite then, thanks to the folks who've helpd me out o late..and for all those who've made life alot more interestin..and id like to actually thank you (go back to your chem apres ca) cos i never did after the whole bazaar disaster :)..and not just for that..but most importantly for being a friend. Merci beacoup mademoiselle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115686296476102669?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115686296476102669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115686296476102669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115686296476102669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115686296476102669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/08/hasomeones-actually-dropped-by.html' title='ha..someone&apos;s actually dropped by...'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115573867211379836</id><published>2006-08-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:31:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its coming</title><content type='html'>its been 7 whole months (and a bit more) since we got here..doesnt it feel longer..at the same time its amazin how much has happened o'er 7 months..ha..ok forget that..lately its sunk in that in bout 40 days the promos are comin...and surprisingly enough...weird things are happenin...people who've never really bothered to study too much are makin the library their second home..the councillors...mug in the morn..cos apparently with all the stuff's thats coming up...we dont have the luxury of afternoons and evenings in air con with all the notes that people try to make sense of. where do i figure in all o this..no where really..i've been wanting to mug, and for reasons of other work, havent been able to..however when i do get back and the opportunity does arise for me to look thru' the incomprehensible doodles that comprise of my notes, i'm either not able to focus..or i just dont want to...and the mornin after i wonder what the hell went thru my mind..and the whole thing kinda repeats..well kinda...other than that life's been alright..i'm sensing an internal struggle but cant really figure out what it is..ha..sounds lame?..well i dont have to explain it to ya now do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i wanna holla at a good friend o mine who has been kindly requestin for an update for a while, ha..sorry bout that, so for all the delays, this one's dedicated to you mademoiselle..and thanks for being there for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115487914703476159</id><published>2006-08-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T08:45:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for now its all over...stop worrying bout everythin on the board and just focus..if it's to happen it might..but later...for now its done. been slowly easin in to life in rj and yea its taken 7 months for total comfort and for those lookin at this and wonderin...think about your own journey...it might not have been as long but definitely longer than you'd have expected...maye im wrong..but i dont really care :) oh well..for those who expect to see more emotional stuff on this blog i'm going to have to say look elsewhere. to the folks on my board, thanks for erythin, but it ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends you'll come to realise are too valuable to lose..glad i got one back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115487914703476159?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115487914703476159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115487914703476159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115487914703476159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115487914703476159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-now-its-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115374744803102391</id><published>2006-07-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:24:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot...</title><content type='html'>why me? why is it me who gives in? why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115374744803102391?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115374744803102391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115374744803102391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115374744803102391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115374744803102391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiot.html' title='idiot...'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-115349205511563474</id><published>2006-07-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:27:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new perspective?</title><content type='html'>its been an enlightenin' experience these past few weeks, come to realise quite a bit about life and people. ive made countless mistakes...i've said things i shouldn't have...i havent been there for the people who mean most to me...and i've been doing everythin i've never wanted to do...and yes its a self cleansin process o sorts that i've gotta go thru now and hopefully everythin turns out alrite...even though i know it probably won't...but there have been good times, got acquainted with a best friend, learnt amazingly 3 chords for the guitar and....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115349205511563474?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115349205511563474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115349205511563474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115349205511563474'/><link 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i've come to meet recently and how such a short period of time can forge such strong bonds...Pre U Sem was beyond awesome and trust me i aint e'er gonna forget you folks..GFC 24, SR 12, and all the folks on the 3rd floor o' block 21...been great meetin the lot o ya. and then sangamam...that was awesome as well, everyone looked awesome and the dances were great...actually i enjoyed that night alot more than i though i would...more cos everyone was high and havin' fun...same for D&amp;amp;D...great job folks...everyone who came had a blast...and it was great seeing people i havent seen in too long once more :) i love it when life gives you that bit of time to forget...forget everything....thank you..i would've loved to stay on that chair on the beach in Nusa Dua...so much more i wanted to think about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-115038034723286537?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/115038034723286537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=115038034723286537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115038034723286537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/115038034723286537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-bali.html' title='back from bali'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114865460208283936</id><published>2006-05-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T07:43:22.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginning?</title><content type='html'>its been a rough end to a long and probably one o' the busiest times o' me life. personally i've had problems..yes ok fine..i have had for the first time in my life, problems which have seriously rocked my world. concentration has been affected and dozd off in class for the first time..yea i know it doesn' sound like much but its had a rather drastic impact on me life..not as alive as i used to be. apologies to everyone who's had to put up with everythin. yh,roy,j'ssa,dt,kz,alish,my entre group, 26th's, in particular..thanks guys for patience &amp; understandin'. i hope that with the end o' the term this problem fades..don't wanna burden anyone else anymore..but yea there's something i learnt..if ya feel for someone, seeing 'em happy really lifts ya even when ya have no involvement..i guess the only problem is when that person doesn' know..and you both want them to know..at the same time..don't wanna take the risk of losin a friendship o'er it. forget it...move on..thats what i've promised myself and my friends..thats what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Det Er Hva Jeg Gjøre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114865460208283936?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114865460208283936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114865460208283936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114865460208283936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114865460208283936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-beginning.html' title='new beginning?'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114732577187830469</id><published>2006-05-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:36:11.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give in..</title><content type='html'>'Cause sometimes you just feel tired. You feel weak. And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, try ta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you do that, sometimes your body just gives up on ya either way...and thats when you really hate yourself.  when you know that you need to do that bit more, and mentally you've got the strength to go on..then ya blackout. your folks tell ya that your being dumb pushing yourself like this..your grades'll suffer...you might not make it. but then i think about it...i know i can. I know that i'm only human..been reminded of that too many times. but I dont care...I aint doing it for meself,its for those who matter to me. recently ive got to know someone who does mean quite a bit to me...perhaps thats where i find strength to go on...hopefully this doesnt stop at where it is cos your really mean o so much to me...its not like anythin ive known before and it took a lot for me to say that cos ive been really blessed in my lifetime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finner Den Indre Styrke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114732577187830469?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114732577187830469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114732577187830469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114732577187830469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114732577187830469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-give-in.html' title='Don&apos;t give in..'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114534244126223688</id><published>2006-04-17T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:40:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should shouldnt i?</title><content type='html'>sometimes, when we can, we don't, when we want to, we don't, why?&lt;br /&gt;Then when we want to,we can't, when we need to, we cant,why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we do, we don't need to,when we do, we shouldn't,why?&lt;br /&gt;when we should, do we?, when we should, can we?, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when we know, we don't, when we know, we don't want to know, why?&lt;br /&gt;Then when we dont know, we want to, when we don't know, we need to,why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to answer these, anyone else know ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114534244126223688?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114534244126223688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114534244126223688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114534244126223688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114534244126223688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-shouldnt-i.html' title='i should shouldnt i?'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114371830491015160</id><published>2006-03-30T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:31:44.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so perfect...</title><content type='html'>its rare or almost never that you find a song in which the lyrics say everything you want to say and so much more. i found one, be it by accident. its a song by james blunt entitled 'tears and rain'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...beautiful isn't it? and yet there is pain, darkness,guilt and doubt...see what you can from it, life's open to perception. see if you can relate to it. if ya can then hang in there cos there is someone else who's going through the same thing. if not, smile and enjoy yourself, but always remember that there are those sufferrin...just reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;det er akkurat rifter og regn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114371830491015160?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114371830491015160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114371830491015160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114371830491015160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114371830491015160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-perfect.html' title='so perfect...'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114293908442167355</id><published>2006-03-21T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:11:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty...</title><content type='html'>honesty is this weird thing that not everyone appreciates but something i value more than anythin else. there are times when people don't want to be told the truth if it hurts, but i feel that's when one should not be oblivious to the truth but confronted and enlightened on how things really roll. for me something happened recently and i'd like to thank you for being honest with me. we made mistakes and i didn't see it, so thank you for clarifying the situ. when something like that happens yea people don't tend to take it well and for that i need to apologize, cos I might have said something or reacted in a way i might not have meant which was really unfair of me cos i didnt acknowledge the guts, and concern for me ya had to bring it up and clear the air. and yea so this is my apology if i made ya feel bad in any way, and i'm glad that we're still friends cos you would'nt have lost anything,it would've have been my loss. Thank you again for caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takker De&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114293908442167355?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114293908442167355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114293908442167355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114293908442167355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114293908442167355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/03/honesty.html' title='honesty...'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114250778205086681</id><published>2006-03-16T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:16:22.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened?</title><content type='html'>Something good. Ya know when life makes it really hard for ya, ok everyone in school can relate to that but stick in there and hang on, cos when the going gets tough, fate realises what you're going through and gives ya something great. And no not something small that might distract ya from ya misery for a while, something that'll stay with you for as long as you can make it work.and that feels really great.  I'm not one who believes too much in god but for this one i gotta holla and thank the dude upstairs.that plus the rather relaxed hols have been rather rejuvenating for me.past few weeks have been rather depleting and i needed this, thanks :) Life though goes on and yes there are still ya ups and downs? though i am rather miffed that spore still hasnt realised the true meaning of hols. hols=no school, for most of us today hols = half the time in school. yea im being all maths and what not but im in a good mood and i shall do as i choose. though there still is time to meet up with folks ya havent seen in a while and catch up, now thats what the hols are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; keep the faith, we'll make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114250778205086681?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114250778205086681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114250778205086681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114250778205086681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114250778205086681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-happened.html' title='what happened?'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114189809673754455</id><published>2006-03-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:54:56.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Its all coming at me too fast and I'm scared that I might not be able to take all of it. There comes a point in life where one needs to re-evaluate what in my case he is doing and look to what could become of the situation. Is the risk reasonable?calculated or just plain suicidal? The thing is I don't know yet. I've taken this road that is unfamiliar in so many ways that it no longer appears to be the exhilarating ride I thought it would be but instead this dangerous path where there are so many obstacles, a new one emerging with every one overcome. Did I make a mistake, everything around me tells me that I didn't, but how do I know for sure. I'm doing things that I have never done before and for that I feel great but does it mean that it'll go on this way? First a completely new subject combination and so far its been manageable. Leadership is something that I've been told I can do but never had the experience in, so this year I hope I get into council and see for myself, what I can do for others. Competitions, I didn't get into SIMUN but now Pre U Sem is something that ive taken a real interest in. Working for that is gonna be awesome but again i wonder to myself, what will it do to me? My health is something that has never been on my side cos of my leg and blood sugar problems, exhaustion and burnout seems imminent, and I stand here waiting for it, not doing anythin to prevent it, if only i could. I'd call for help but thats selfish, either way, who would help? and how can they?Dont understand or like my entry? read the title, it should explain itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Om Bare Jeg Kan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114189809673754455?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114189809673754455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114189809673754455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114189809673754455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114189809673754455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/03/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-114035970597079769</id><published>2006-02-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T06:35:08.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is cruel</title><content type='html'>Last night, fans worldwide witnessed true passion for sport and loyalty to the club, in Alan Smith. He threw himself in the way of a stinger and ended up breaking his leg and dislocating his ankle. Everyone's prayin that your okay mate, the kop included. Get well soon yea, we need ya back. In case the rest o ya didnt know, we lost. No heart, no passion no hunger, cept for smith. Let's win the cup for him United!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been going on and now that the end o the first few months is here, stuff is getting serious, more work, less time. But work is becoming so mch more enjoyable, thank god i didnt ruin 2 years by avoiding science and doing what i love. The one thing that i dont have yet is those few people that ya need. first that someone ya can tell anythin to. then ya have that someone who thinks like ya and enjoys pretty much the same things. then the person who ya can always look to in times of need. i think they might already be there. i just havent seen them yet. though there is one person i have seen, but i havent been seen. oh well, i'll wait. hopefully it'll come to pass..hopefully. till then keep faith folks, dont let someone else live y life for ya, live your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hvor Er De?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-114035970597079769?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/114035970597079769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=114035970597079769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114035970597079769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/114035970597079769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-cruel.html' title='Life is cruel'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113984363422075208</id><published>2006-02-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T07:16:42.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 and SEA hist.</title><content type='html'>if ya walk around rj and talk to folks, most of them will tell ya that they are having loadsa fun with their newfound friends and o course the old ones. and even though it seems great on the surface i have this feeling that somethin else is going on underneath. life and school has begun with the exhaustive nature of work and ccas, startin to show. not all that clearly, but if ya look close enough, you can see it. in my case im not sure if it shows. but it shouldnt. cos other than the completely insane SEA hist tutorial that took up a good portion of my time on the weekend there hasnt been anythin thats been too much to handle. [for those thinking bout the hist notes i havent finished them yet but thats not generating any pressure as of yet].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nuff said bout work. more importantly, i turned 17 sometime last week and it was great cos it meant extra cashflow, a new SE W550i, a new soccer clock, a mahjong tile squishy thingy and o course the good ol benson speech that no one can forget. other things that happened include the random class outings inlcuding one english picnic we are yet to have. this has been really fun cos it's let me get to know and be comfy with quite a few more people esp. the person who asked for this update. other than that life has been pretty normal, with rj's most popular game and great people adding to the fun. thanks also to everyone who remembered my bday and got me stuff. class included. thanks folks. till next time, cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hvorfor gjør folkforandring?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113984363422075208?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113984363422075208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113984363422075208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113984363422075208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113984363422075208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/02/17-and-sea-hist.html' title='17 and SEA hist.'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113897789847029522</id><published>2006-02-03T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:44:58.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its already feb?!</title><content type='html'>when we left the sacred walls of ri, we thought that we'd be entering a place where life would've been hell when it came to work and time for ourselves. but apparently, so far my life hasn't been all that bad. one thing that i have come to know is that time really flies. before ya know it, its the end of the day, the end of the week, the end of the month. the time in the lt, the time in j2sr14, the time spent in the canteen playing bridge its all gone by so fast, but as the saying goes (i know this is really cliche but) 'time flies when your having fun'. and it couldn't be more true. the class has been great and suddenly we seem to be trying to do class stuff so often. and to get to know or to settle in with our classmates a bit better we started an angel - mortal system in our class. t he only downside, ive become something of a messenger boy. i'm the middleman bet. angels and their mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, i am waiting for 06/02 cos i finally turn 17. and o course that comes with gifts and cash so im looking forward to primarily the new phone and the cash flow. hopefully this year is gonna be as great if not better that last year. with the new folks ive had the pleasure of meetin, i'm sure that this year is gonna exced all expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i happened to have read on my friend's blog was something bout friends and how we may lose them. and then there was some anonymous tag saying that it hurts when one loses friends and i just wanted to say that i completely agree with that and actually know what it feels like to lose a friend. i realise that its completely random but yea. anyway, till next time cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hva det føler seg som tape en venn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113897789847029522?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113897789847029522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113897789847029522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113897789847029522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113897789847029522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-already-feb.html' title='its already feb?!'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113817278228731221</id><published>2006-01-24T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:06:22.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I've bothered doing this and thats 'cos there hasnt been time. anyway, the rj life's been real fun and when ya class is like mine, it cant be anythin else. The whole bunch o them (7 dudes, 16 gals) are all really open and for some reason rather excitable(dudes excluded). lessons have been alrite as well, from D sowden's interestin tutorials, mr purvis's intimidating ones, the looney history stuff and the rather relaxed maths lessons. Also ive come to realise that there are loadsa people in rj with bdays in jan and in close proximity as well. well other than that ccas have been there and ive decided to go with floorball, hissoc and p course entre. interviews were fun as well. just hope i get in. and, evryone should go check out the link to v1ntage phunk. spread the word, its got loadsa potential. if im in the mood ill put down a more descriptive piece bout my class. till then cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livs Vært Virkelig Moro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113817278228731221?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113817278228731221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113817278228731221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113817278228731221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113817278228731221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113661142150053113</id><published>2006-01-06T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:23:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins</title><content type='html'>Orientation officially is over but I'm sure that our group, Kareted is going to be close for a long while to come. Everyone in the group has been great in coming forth and being open about of themselves allowing for a fruitful and enjoyable orientation. I don't have any photos but the group consists of Wan Fen, Yong Sheng, Nicole, Cher How, Jing Wei, Jin Wei, Jerrine, Chee Chin, Su Hui, Ryan, LingQing, Kenny, QianHua, Subash, Fatimah, Clifton, Christene, Chairmaine and Yvonne. I'm in there somewhere as well. The past four days have been filled with great fun during station games, the war games, preparing for the dance and of course the amazing race. Onite was a blast as well tith the performances and the sign of Z'Kardia in flames was amazing. Life can only get better and I'm really starting to take a liking to my OG mates. When I have time, I will update, but till then you folks have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeg er i der ett eller annet sted også&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113661142150053113?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113661142150053113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113661142150053113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113661142150053113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113661142150053113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-it-begins.html' title='So it begins'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113629415942247928</id><published>2006-01-03T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T05:15:59.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day, New People</title><content type='html'>The first day of the next two years of my life started rather well, though most of us spent close to 10 mins trying to locate our OGL when all we had to do was to look up. What followed were the formalities in terms of anthems and the pledge before those who where hungry got a bite. Then the onslaught of names and numbers began, followed by icebreakers which were rather weird to put it simply. The station games, though proving to be a disaster in terms of results, were thouroughly enjoyable. Drawing pictures based on descriptions was a riot cos the similarities were non existent 'cept probably for the hercules pic.  But the folks in Kareted are good fun to be around, oh and its pronounced &lt;strong&gt;k'arete&lt;/strong&gt;(d). All 21 o them and o course david and kelly. After dismissal a dinner was decided upon at 4.30! Ridiculous but apparently everyone was hungry and no one had a problem with dinner at 6. Our main problem was setting a table for all of us at PastaMania but that couldnt be managed and we were split into 2 tables. Other than nothing interesting other than meeting mich on the bus en route home. Well thats me for now and you will not be seeing an update for quite a while so don't expect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Først dagen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113629415942247928?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113629415942247928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113629415942247928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113629415942247928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113629415942247928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-day-new-people.html' title='New Day, New People'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113599166356938466</id><published>2005-12-30T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:14:37.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 - It's been fun</title><content type='html'>On the last day of one of the best years of my life, its only right to look back and be grateful for all the good things that have happened. 2005 started with a new HMT teacher who made class a hell of a lot more fun, bayley finally winning the track &amp;amp; field competition (the last time bayley won was in 1989 - when our batch was born) and sleeping through chemistry, physics and bio. For those who can't bear to stand punctuation and/or grammar mistakes, you're gonna have to get over that if you wanna get to the end o this entry. Anyway, the euphoria around the track when we were announced as the champion house was awesome. We've been branded as the 'weak' house for too long and it felt good to walk around with that smug look. Bit later on in the year there where more than a couple o competitions that popped up, like the NUS Bazaar, YEC, Biotech, RMUN and SWARNA. The bazaar was real good fun and the fact that we creamed the competition made it all that better. YEC was kinda screwed up no thanks to zhi hao but malcolm and I did make it to the second round but unfortunately we got third when we needed to get second to qualify for the &lt;em&gt;grande finale&lt;/em&gt;. Biotech was really messed up and even though I got to know alot more people the fact that we probably put in the most effort in getting the project done as well as solving problems that haven't been addressed so it should have been a shoo in. Oh well, at least we had the experience. SWARNA was just a load o dudes coming up with something and doing loads o nonsense while trying to put it up. Yea we didn't win anything but just playing around with the blood and the guns made for a good time. The best had to be RMUN cos the sheer number of people I've come to meet and the fun in the various debates aint easily forgotten. Mich,Tanya, Dude, CA, Tanvi, Eric, Lex, Ben, Anna, Rach (the last two weren't from RMUN) and so many others have been intro'd and its been great getting to know all these folks. Then of course we had the damned CT's and PT's and everything else that kept us awake till the wee hours o the morn. Though i doubt life would have been as enjoyable if not for them. I mean what would we have been cribbing about if not for those? Well this seems really short but its 4.45 in the morn and i aint in the mood to type anymore. So, 2005 was one heck of a year and I hope that next year will be as good if not better. Happy New Year Folks and thanks for making this year one great ride for me. Cheers folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glad Ny År!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Próspero Año Nuevo !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonne année!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glückliches Neujahr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anno nuovo felice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelukkige Nieuwjaar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;С новым годом !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113599166356938466?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113599166356938466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113599166356938466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113599166356938466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113599166356938466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-its-been-fun.html' title='2005 - It&apos;s been fun'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113474033209533658</id><published>2005-12-16T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:38:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Time</title><content type='html'>The past couple o days have made me realise that there are times where people forget logic altogether and are blinded by their ego to such an extent where they dont realise how dumb they appear to be.  But fortunately life has its way of teaching people lessons, no matter how old they might be. Other than that, yet again gorging on various indian sweets and other food varieties has pretty much ensured that I won't return as I left. Also, there where a few more additions to my wardrobe with a couple o neat t's and a pair o jeans. And I'm also quite sure that with their bag fetish, ca and anna would have freaked with the range and sheer number of handbags at the damn store. Oh well, I'm off to the village for a few days and wont have modern technology by my side so don't expect an update for a while. Till then, Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liv har dets måte av lærefolkleksjoner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113474033209533658?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113474033209533658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113474033209533658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113474033209533658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113474033209533658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/12/break-time.html' title='Break Time'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113457018450138977</id><published>2005-12-14T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:41:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya FOlks</title><content type='html'>Im glad to be alive to write this cos with the ride I took today there could've been more than 10 occasions where the fates could have cut the string and let me go. Its like every time you get in a car, you wish you had bought more life insurance. ANYway, other than the suicidal driving, time spent here has been quite fun. Catchin up with relatives who can't stop exclaiming at the fact that we've (My bro and I) have changed and meeting up with friends who we havent seen in a while. AND the best part as most of you should know, as long as you know me include the split time bet. eatin and blowing money on clothes and alot of other stuff. I got this great Shirt which reads, " I'd Love India" and then in small letters, " If I didn't have to live in it". That has to be one of the best letterings on a shirt ive seen and a close second would be the "'ll show you mine if you show me yours" I saw at TopShop. Anyway , A big hi to all those who actually took the time to read this and if ya have anythin to say and cant reach me, just tag cos no one ever bothers to. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeg" vÆrer m som glad være levende skrive dette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113457018450138977?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113457018450138977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113457018450138977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113457018450138977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113457018450138977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/12/heya-folks.html' title='Heya FOlks'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113405364565850241</id><published>2005-12-08T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:40:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a sad day</title><content type='html'>hey folks, sorry for not updating earlier. Been busy of late but now i finally have the time. Today was my first day in india and lets just say that things didn't start according to plan. On the way back from the airport, there were sparks coming out of the exhaust and it went on for a good 20 minutes before some dude started yelling at us from behind. Other than that, there was some great food, a suicidal journey to my grandparents place and my first cricket game after 2 years. And i had to go and mess it up... royally. Other than that its been a solemn day as for the first time in as long as i can remember, Man Utd have not qualified for the knockout stage of the Champions League. It's been a bad day for fans worldwide and the worst part of it is had to happen where the legend George Best made his career. Unfortuantely, the we couldnt light up the stadium of Light to pay a fitting tribute to the great one. Hopefully this is a blessing in disguise and we are able to focus more on the domestic trophies. I guess Georgie might forgive us if we bring back the domestic league and cup. Oh and b'fore i forget, thanks again to everyone who made my holiday alot less of a drag than i thought it would be. Thanks and for now, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forhåpentligvis er dette en å velsigne i forkledning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113405364565850241?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113405364565850241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113405364565850241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113405364565850241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113405364565850241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-sad-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a sad day'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113230113543817428</id><published>2005-11-17T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:39:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Rasa - In Memory of Eddie Guerrero (1967-2005)</title><content type='html'>On the 12th of november, we lost a great entertainer, athelete and all round nice guy, Eddie Guerrero. The 38 year old wrestler who was always announced to be from El Paso was found dead in his hotel room. Like everyone in the industry has already said, 'We're gonna miss you Eddie'. Lyin', Cheatin' and Stealin' was his trademark and everyone loved him for that. The man who brought a smile to everyone is going to live in the hearts of every WWE fan for life. For going out there and giving the fans everything, we thank you Eddie. And remember ese, Viva la Rasa holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Å ligging Snyte Å stjeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113230113543817428?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113230113543817428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113230113543817428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113230113543817428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113230113543817428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/11/viva-la-rasa-in-memory-of-eddie.html' title='Viva La Rasa - In Memory of Eddie Guerrero (1967-2005)'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113230062382989587</id><published>2005-11-17T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:57:03.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS2, God's gift to man</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, the console has been my best friend for the past few days and I never knew that one could spend a whole day glued to it. But there is no way that this is becoming a habit. Though, its kind of a build up to a busy week ahead when I will be deprived of such facilities so technically I'm just making up for time I will lose. Other than that, there has been colour injected into my life in the literal sense, by which I mean, I coloured my hair and its just highlights so I haven't completely lost it yet. And for the first time, my hair was spiked and it actually didn't look too shabby. Other than that, the last few days have been really boring. Tired so I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min best venn for de forløpene få dagene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113230062382989587?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113230062382989587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113230062382989587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113230062382989587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113230062382989587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/11/ps2-gods-gift-to-man.html' title='PS2, God&apos;s gift to man'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113197848630042911</id><published>2005-11-14T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:28:06.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude Recovered From HIV</title><content type='html'>Andrew Stimpson said it himself, he is the luckiest person alive. For the first time in history, the human body has recovered from the supposedly incurable health problem and miraculously it recovered without any sort of medical advancement man has made over the years. I'm not going to believe it until its has been confirmed by specialists worldwide and an official release from WHO but if this is in fact true, it might not be all that great. Look at it this way now underage kids won't be as scared to do it unprotected 'cos today, most of them get scared because of the incurable disease of HIV, the rest still have cures. Though I guess that the pregnancy issue will still be sufficient to discourage it. But still, the whole against AIDS campaign might suffer a bit. Well the dude is lucky and we are not going to be able to do anything until its confirmed and scientists are able to make sense of it so as to be able to help the many millions out there suffering in the world today. Oh well, at least we have a chance of progressing with all the money and effort spent on the fight against the virus. At least there is hope for those who suffer and can't do anything to help their condition. I think that we just might have to thank the big dude in the sky for this, for those who don't believe in him, then give Stimpson's antibodies the credit. Till Tomorow, Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minst er det håp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113197848630042911?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113197848630042911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113197848630042911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113197848630042911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113197848630042911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/11/dude-recovered-from-hiv.html' title='Dude Recovered From HIV'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18915735.post-113186119028412128</id><published>2005-11-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:53:10.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Up</title><content type='html'>Finally I've Succumbed to the blogging phenomenon and now here it is. The first time I read a blog I'd never have thought that i'd be doing one but everyone and everything has a first right? Well for me, the reason for doing this was because a friend (I think you know who) told me that she couldn't get to know me all that well through MSN conversations and SMS so this is thanks to her. I was actually thinking about what to put down for this entry and then the thought of hair colour came to me. I've always been fascinated with hair colour but the problem remains that many a time what is enjoyable for man is detrimental to his body. Apparently no one really cares about the damage inflicted on hair by colour 'cos by what can be seen on the MRT, nearly one in 5 people (students aren't included) have highlights of a range of colours. I have to ask, why would people go for colour even if it was inconsequential? The only reason I can think of is that it looks good but what I'm unsure if it changes the way one would need to maintain it. For those who are thinking that I'm this messed up dude too invloved in cosmetics, think again 'cos I'm just wondering why people would mess with a certain part of their body just to look good, so in truth I'm quite the opposite of what the few mentioned might be thinking. So that about wraps it up for my first entry, in future the things I'm likely to write about include sports and Manchester U, money and how some love and others hate it. And if I'm in the mood I might just tell ya how my day was and something bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alle og Alt har et først.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18915735-113186119028412128?l=comeintocontact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/feeds/113186119028412128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18915735&amp;postID=113186119028412128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113186119028412128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18915735/posts/default/113186119028412128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintocontact.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-time-up.html' title='First Time Up'/><author><name>mr.holla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
