<?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-6877085864987914320</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:39:56.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteoridic Fve D World</title><subtitle type='html'>~Leave Out All The Rest~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-6418335169737344698</id><published>2010-03-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:19:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>跑步</title><content type='html'>已经630点早上了.. 我在干吗？&lt;br /&gt;我发觉我有点失控。根本就不知道知己在做些什么.&lt;br /&gt;也不知干吗，只想很用力的跑到long beach..&lt;br /&gt;越跑越快，都没停过.. 只希望可以让我觉得很累很累...&lt;br /&gt;就想说，跑累了就没力气去想那些无谓的事情..&lt;br /&gt;真的很累，看着那些鸽子，问了知己，伟才你怎么了...&lt;br /&gt;我认识的知己不是这样的..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-6418335169737344698?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/6418335169737344698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=6418335169737344698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/6418335169737344698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/6418335169737344698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_21.html' title='跑步'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-1538119202020339396</id><published>2010-03-19T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:35:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>当下</title><content type='html'>是谁从我天空摘走了星星&lt;br /&gt;一转眼 眉头聚满乌云&lt;br /&gt;从来快乐悲伤都自己横行&lt;br /&gt;忘了我也值得被关心&lt;br /&gt;一双手一个梦一路上不断的俯冲&lt;br /&gt;痛到忘了要怎么喊痛 漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过&lt;br /&gt;我的世界是零下的沙漠 其实我也想要拥抱的温柔&lt;br /&gt;融化这颗坚强的泡沫&lt;br /&gt;漫长的等候让人特别失落 锋锐寂寞把天空都割破&lt;br /&gt;还有谁能够紧握着我的手 陪着我期待消失的彩虹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是谁将阳光都剪成了雨滴天灰了   快乐总有限期&lt;br /&gt;从来都陷在孤独的流沙里   忘了我也配被人在意&lt;br /&gt;一个人一直走看着梦像做了又空   精疲力尽有没有哪里可以停泊&lt;br /&gt;漫长的寂寞把意志都吞没  整个世界是沉默的漩涡&lt;br /&gt;有谁能陪我手牵着手出走  带我离开空洞的星球&lt;br /&gt;还有什么值得追求  还有什么可以拥有  把怀抱借给我是不是就不再颤抖&lt;br /&gt;有谁能带走这美丽的哀愁  能让我相信被爱的理由&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-1538119202020339396?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/1538119202020339396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=1538119202020339396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/1538119202020339396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/1538119202020339396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_19.html' title='当下'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-283805565049906339</id><published>2010-03-17T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:32:35.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一个句子</title><content type='html'>只要你开心.. 我就开心..&lt;br /&gt;就是这个句子..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥远的她，是否每次失去了，你才会去珍惜他的期待..&lt;br /&gt;不远的她，她会感觉到他不开心.. &lt;br /&gt;有信讲的对，感觉到你世界的，那就是她..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-283805565049906339?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/283805565049906339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=283805565049906339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/283805565049906339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/283805565049906339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='一个句子'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-7076321437427915315</id><published>2010-02-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:07:28.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>飞机</title><content type='html'>等下一班的飞机等到闲... 却有种不舍得hobart 的感觉.. 然后也想了一些. 在飞机里时，我座那一排只有我一个，又闲到一直睡觉， 但我既然梦到她在我身边一起谈天的画面.. 不知她在那边过的好不好，事情都办妥的顺利吗.. 想联络她，却不敢打扰她。如果这个世界有通地眼就好~ 时差还调不回来，搞到每次九十点就很困. 很多东西想update， 但很累，哈哈。 可是我终于剪了阳光短发，舒服多了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祈祷她明天会过关。期望再看到她那开心的笑容.. 默默的为她加油！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-7076321437427915315?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/7076321437427915315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=7076321437427915315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7076321437427915315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7076321437427915315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='飞机'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-4102529814440134847</id><published>2010-01-27T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:37:01.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>开心就好</title><content type='html'>听到每一个的他们都那么的会音乐，又有才华，我呢..&lt;br /&gt;对着镜子反问知己..&lt;br /&gt;又会有什么资格去拥有那么好的她&lt;br /&gt;每一次的勇敢都一一的被打败了&lt;br /&gt;所以每次都只会希望可见到她们开心&lt;br /&gt;就心足了.. 也别无它求..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-4102529814440134847?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/4102529814440134847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=4102529814440134847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4102529814440134847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4102529814440134847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_27.html' title='开心就好'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-6874678985704971589</id><published>2010-01-06T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:23:05.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>这种感觉</title><content type='html'>今天没工作，整天躲在房里对着电脑，突然就想翻开她全fb的照片..&lt;br /&gt;翻了又翻，惨了，不知不觉对她那份好奇心的感觉又涌上来了..&lt;br /&gt;不知她在那边的手续顺利吗..&lt;br /&gt;就这样一边听着fir的新歌一边翻看她的照片..&lt;br /&gt;直到我决定去跑步..&lt;br /&gt;一个人跑步终是那么的多事情想..&lt;br /&gt;不知不觉就跑到她家门前, 脑里顿时也想到她那很甜的笑容，知己也微笑了..&lt;br /&gt;继续跑，跑到了她以往常去她課系的大楼.. 想她在这个时候做什么呢..&lt;br /&gt;虽然她不久后将回来，却很希望可见到她..&lt;br /&gt;对她的感觉不是爱情或暧昧或暗恋&lt;br /&gt;却期待可多了解她的世界&lt;br /&gt;想问候她，但却不想打扰她&lt;br /&gt;想帮她祈祷一切的手续都会顺利，开心..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-6874678985704971589?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/6874678985704971589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=6874678985704971589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/6874678985704971589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/6874678985704971589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='这种感觉'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-3629953063837749821</id><published>2009-11-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:38:02.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Jogging</title><content type='html'>Its a sunny day in Hobart today. So, i've decided to have a real jogging. Although my leg muscle still pain due to the overload of usage for my new roster again. Thought of lazying not to go jog, but remembering of what i've planned for my summer break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While jogged till Kelvin's house, i passed him the Cherry form as i promised him few weeks ago, lol. Then, visited his apartments which known as the nearest apartment to eng building. Since its nearest to eng building, so the rent must be expensive right.. yeah, its about 200 aud/week. thats double of what im gonna to pay for my new rent house.. but thats why location plays an important role on pricing. I found it not bad the apartment, there's everything, but only if compare to uni apartment and christ, i think both of them are more worth.. anyway, saw a french gal in his apartment, sweet looking, hahaha.. after chit-chat with kelvin for quite a minutes, then get back to my jogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way jog home, i saw the "bench" which me myself so-called "secret bench".. so, i decided to take a seat on it.. and therefore again i get into another world.. a place where the inner side of me belongs.. all the images, promises, and some things that happened to me this few days... i thought one of them will be sitting beside me and sharing with me on that moment.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stand up and jog back home. having a fine cook for my dinner tonight. after that, there goes another night of my summer break.. i know there's just something missing on or beside me, but thats what a secret remains..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-3629953063837749821?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/3629953063837749821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=3629953063837749821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/3629953063837749821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/3629953063837749821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunny-jogging.html' title='Sunny Jogging'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-7301965036775217545</id><published>2009-10-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:59:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grand Final..</title><content type='html'>My team lost the Grand Final tonight..&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i'm so dissapointed of my performance in Mix-Double.. although im playing well in the other categories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leng lui partner, Kelsey, told me that we must beat them by 21-2.. so ambitious, haha..&lt;br /&gt;but in fact, we need more points to close our gap with our opponent..&lt;br /&gt;We got a 5-0 good start, but after that i got couples of "push" went out..&lt;br /&gt;then, both of us started to play abit unbalance.. on the half way of the game, my racquet flew away as im trying to save the crucial ball.. Kelsey asked : am i okie? the situation is funny that time, haha.. but still we lost the match, and also our champion flag.. so sad and dissapointing..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really unacceptable for me.. because i want to be the champion.. sad.. sad..&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling is still nice when i think back of i heard Kelsey shouted "come on tan~" when im playing my men doubles.. so syok.. because at least she remember my name.. haha.. Thought of taking photos with the players who partner with me and put it as profile pic in facebook to show off.. lol, but we lost, so i think it's not a right time though.. wasted.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the end of my first division roster.. its interesting division than 2nd division.. as i can get to improve my match playing with those good ang mo players there. Hopefully that i get to play in 1st division again for the next summer roster.. i believe i will be even more stable and better that time, as i've used to their playing pace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feel sorry for my team mates for the losing..and the dissapointment of myself..&lt;br /&gt;hope that most of us will be in the same team again next roster.. they are nice mates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-7301965036775217545?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/7301965036775217545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=7301965036775217545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7301965036775217545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7301965036775217545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-grand-final.html' title='My Grand Final..'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-4515937926000759079</id><published>2009-09-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:47:58.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>离别</title><content type='html'>今晚回到房间时， 听到了一首朋友部落格里的歌&lt;br /&gt;那种感觉又来了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明早杰明与sherlyn就要回国了&lt;br /&gt;虽然我和他们俩也只认识了那短短几个月&lt;br /&gt;可是感觉都是愉快&lt;br /&gt;很可惜， 时间就是过得这么快...&lt;br /&gt;看着他们都在忙着拍照时  知己也顿时进入了另一个空间&lt;br /&gt;就是我的五度空间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次是离别的空间&lt;br /&gt;感觉到我们曾经的那份快乐， 到最后你还是选择离别&lt;br /&gt;我的，我想要的快乐为何结局总是都会是离别我身边&lt;br /&gt;每一次好不容易才敢努力拿起勇气寻找的快乐， 也只能以知己离别收场&lt;br /&gt;可是我也明了， 我只能在旁独自欣赏， 也惯了， 只好能把勇气收给知己&lt;br /&gt;只要你觉得开心， 我就开心了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然间被jason叫醒了，过不久就回家了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离别的时候， 总是会让我们回顾， 那些曾经留下深刻印象的感觉&lt;br /&gt;当伸手想抱紧时， 才发现， 原来已融化在空气中， 变成回忆了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望神都会在杰明和sherlyn身旁保佑他们&lt;br /&gt;希望他们会珍惜他们所创造的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再会了..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-4515937926000759079?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/4515937926000759079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=4515937926000759079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4515937926000759079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4515937926000759079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='离别'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-4492827498036734328</id><published>2009-07-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:03:26.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So called "My Friday" again..</title><content type='html'>It is a Friday again. I think i'll only feel like starting to post blog on this day. Why? Until now i still got no idea why.. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up about 12 pm today, skipped my breakfast again..&lt;br /&gt;Talk about breakfast.. remind me about "her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it reminds me when only i gonna to give her my own make "bacon + sausage + egg breakfast". actually, she didnt asked me to make it, but i just feel like wanted to make it for her.&lt;br /&gt;Why? There's a short story about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i saw her, was in my house, while i'm watering plants..&lt;br /&gt;And my first sight on her is.. maybe i should say nice? or others? i don't know.. but it's a good first sight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're just hi-bye friend, so we dont talk much actually. But since my sem break started, im was like will think that what she's doing now? will she be coming to our house tonight? it's weird.. haha ! We had some rumours too, but it was just a rumours that we both also don't know why it will pop-up suddenly, it's still weird.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just very ordinary and a little bit weird between us.. haha. But i would like to know more about her if there's a chance in a right time to do so. In fact, that's what i'm trying to do now, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my breakfast will not shock her too much.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and hope that she will recover from her cough asap..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-4492827498036734328?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/4492827498036734328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=4492827498036734328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4492827498036734328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4492827498036734328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-called-my-friday-again.html' title='So called &quot;My Friday&quot; again..'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-7825265841266423153</id><published>2009-05-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:58:27.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hope..</title><content type='html'>It's a friday night again.. why my every friday seems so heavy feeling to me.. i'm also not sure whether they are sadness or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a mixture of both.. sometimes i feel like going wild on friday night, sometimes i feel like being into the other way.. but in the end, i'll be thinking why i will do so just now ? why i will feel that way just now ? what is the main reason that make me feel to do so just now.. ? and i can't find the answer, then ended up music accompany me to get rid of it.. there's just something i've been missing.. maybe someone..? i really got no idea about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a quiet person since i step into my new life in tasmania.. but sometimes, i really wish if there's a person that i can talk and share to.. i've really tried and tried many times to approach to anyone that i can talk and share to..  although there's many people that i've gone through.. but in the end, i realize that she's still the last person i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems to be a long time since that night.. even through few years, whenever i'm up or down, she'll be the last person that come to me.. and it's unbelievable that my belief on her till now is still so strong.. although it's an illusion.. but the feeling is just so nice.. and happy.. but i know the only thing i can do now, is to try every single day in my life.. and i really hope that some day.. some day.. everything will come to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-7825265841266423153?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/7825265841266423153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=7825265841266423153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7825265841266423153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/7825265841266423153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope.html' title='A hope..'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-838282564816675038</id><published>2009-04-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:27:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Break</title><content type='html'>The first day of my Easter break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of waking up on 830am to wash my clothes earlier, but ended up woke up two hours later, haha. Thought today will gonna be a cold and windy day again, but luckily the mighty sun appears ! I think thats the first time all my clothes can be dry in one day, because it's rare to get this kind of hot sun. So,ended up the balcony full of clothes hanging around, and it actually looked likes a clothes market, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3pm, while i'm thinking of a new meal to cook for tonight's dinner, i saw chun hoe playing Big 2 all by himself ! i guessed he must be too boring playing DOTA all the time, so i asked him, then he said that playing in this way can train our mind.. then i was like huh?? it was funny when you saw him playing all by himself, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7pm. My plan for the 1st day of easter break's dinner is.... maybe i should name it as " satay belacan rice "hahaha. The ingredients are : belacan soup, two fried eggs with curry powder, slices of chicken ham together with ikan bilis cooked with satay paste ! It took about 30 minutes for me to finish everything.. The belacan soup's taste was weird.. but part of it taste liked prawn mee soup.. so im thinking maybe next time i should put some dry prawn.. but the belacan soup's taste really weird, ahahah. But i like the satay paste ikan bilis with chicken ham.. although taste abit salty.. but it was a improved one ! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day of cooking till now, i found out that actually cooking is interesting, and my skill is improving everytime i try to cook new meal, haha. Now, i can add one more ability into my profile, "a guy that got cooking skill" ! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the first day of easter gonna ends.. i feel that time passes very fast here.. everyday, especially at night,after everything has done.. i'll still feel that there's something missing in my days... i think it must be the alone thingy again.. if there's a person that i can share and talk to.. maybe i'll not feel that way.. but i know the only thing i can do is to try everyday in my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-838282564816675038?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/838282564816675038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=838282564816675038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/838282564816675038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/838282564816675038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-break.html' title='The Easter Break'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-1059218519758165423</id><published>2008-07-27T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:52:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Year Project</title><content type='html'>Two more days,im gonna to face the very last of my final year project- poster presentation which i've dreamed and ambitious to make it very good one before this last semester started. But, it was not a good one at all, it's totally a rubbish project work. I keep on asking myself,why i will choose such title, why.. and now im really still in trouble and stuck half way in my project,while the everyone of all the other project students have their actual design after the final report..i dare to say that i'm the only one that really dont' have a actual design yet. This title is really hard,tough,complicated,calculation also never learn before,requires degree study also,and im just a diploma student,how i wish if someone can understand what i'm handling now. Beside to handle all this project stuff, and not to forget that im an emo-guy who needs someone to support me by my side, but.. my world is not as simple and ordinary as you all think.. everyone is doing well,but not me. I'm not doing well and not deserved well on everything where i supposed to be..is hard to explain..is really hard..and now each of them has their own life..left me alone to face the unmeaningful days of my own world.. but i will still try my best to find a solution for my project..while my world beside project, i think i can only describe through this lyrics by nan quan mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨天了怎么办 我好想你&lt;br /&gt;不敢打给你 我找不到原因&lt;br /&gt;什么失眠的声音 变得好熟悉&lt;br /&gt;沉默的场景 做你的代替&lt;br /&gt;陪我听雨滴 期待让人越来越沉溺&lt;br /&gt;谁和我一样 等不到他的谁&lt;br /&gt;爱上你我总在学会 寂寞的滋味&lt;br /&gt;一个人撑伞 一个人擦泪 一个人好累&lt;br /&gt;怎样的雨 怎样的夜 怎样的我能让你更想念&lt;br /&gt;雨要多大 天要多黑 才能够有你的体贴 其实&lt;br /&gt;没有我你分不清那些 差别 接近还能多一些&lt;br /&gt;别说你会难过 别说你想改变 被爱的人不用道歉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看著你一整个晚上 为了他的细心的打扮&lt;br /&gt;还常常问我 穿哪件衣服 可以比较挑他的喜欢&lt;br /&gt;我只是你诉苦的对象 哭累之后可休息的地方&lt;br /&gt;我在你心里 到底是有没有 一点重量 泪融化了妆&lt;br /&gt;是他给的伤 我却只能在一旁 忍不住的看 好朋友模样&lt;br /&gt;用来隐藏对你的情感 连大声爱我都不敢讲 泪融化了妆&lt;br /&gt;是他给的伤 连常常放手都不管 谁叫我爱上 只是回头望&lt;br /&gt;你那一张连一丝笑容 也都不属於我的脸庞 真的很伤&lt;br /&gt;他一句抱歉你就原谅 在电话里笑的很灿烂&lt;br /&gt;你连句谢谢也没有对我讲&lt;br /&gt;转身就忘&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-1059218519758165423?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/1059218519758165423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=1059218519758165423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/1059218519758165423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/1059218519758165423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-year-project.html' title='Final Year Project'/><author><name>Ir. Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095402927652507045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hp0jEQq-5p8/SsDR4_bGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o6URl8TAOlk/S220/03102008(018).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877085864987914320.post-4298965596091621128</id><published>2008-07-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:16:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays..</title><content type='html'>Friday..is not normal..but it lives with fun..revolution..insane..desperately..abnormal..yet..it means alot..alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song where it could describe the Friday i meant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inside all turn to ash so slow under the way inside it's collapse,so cold..&lt;br /&gt;a black winter built away from side another darkness of the day that night..&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds above move closer looking so dissatisfied..&lt;br /&gt;but the heartless wind kept blowing blowing i used to be my own protection but not now..&lt;br /&gt;cause my path had lost direction somehow black winter kill away from side..&lt;br /&gt;and the ground lift look colder as they put you down inside..&lt;br /&gt;so now you're gone and i was wrong  i  never knew what it was mine..&lt;br /&gt;to be alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6877085864987914320-4298965596091621128?l=irmikey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/feeds/4298965596091621128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877085864987914320&amp;postID=4298965596091621128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4298965596091621128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877085864987914320/posts/default/4298965596091621128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irmikey.blogspot.com/2008/07/fridays.html' title='Fridays..'/><author><name>Ir. 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