<?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-15504215</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:18:29.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CuteY Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112729223062886081</id><published>2005-09-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:43:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend : Part 1</title><content type='html'>1st Friend:&lt;br /&gt;His name is Ah hiong, some ppl call him polar bear aka "bei ji xiong". Hehe, he is very quiet if got stranger around, and if u r a girl, u can easily make his face goes red with 1/2 sentences. Ofcoz after he become my friend he had changed a bit la, now u need 5-6 sentences. Luckily he learnt a bit of my "bu yao nian" skills, if not i think he hardly survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask him help u do somthing, for example help u fix computer, find some information or ask his advice on the stuffs u going to buy, he is always helpful and u wont feel any element of force. I mean most ppl will "bu gan bu yuan", but he wont lo, he is really willing to help one. Sometimes, when he really busy, the girls still keep bugging him for helps. Like bully him...&gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is a bit feminate de, he always bring along handkerchief, tissue, those oil absorb paper etc. Haha, that also good la, coz when our gang went out, he can do whatever girls can do...quite convienient also... hope he wont see this lo, if not sure angry..hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em...his outlook normal lor, fair fair tall tall... haha, i also dunno y girls like this kind of guy =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112729223062886081?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112729223062886081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112729223062886081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112729223062886081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112729223062886081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-friend-part-1.html' title='My Friend : Part 1'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112719226753031625</id><published>2005-09-20T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:57:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys? Secure? Threat?</title><content type='html'>I categorize guys into 3 major classes~ The classes are base on the score of 10/7/3 which equals to high/medium/low quality. Below are the points allocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome/Ordinary/Ugly  2/1/0&lt;br /&gt;Rick/OK/Poor            3/2/0&lt;br /&gt;Fat/Medium/Slim         1/1/0&lt;br /&gt;Tall/Medium/Short       2/1/0&lt;br /&gt;Clever/Ok/Stupid        1/0/0&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking/OK/Lazy     1/1/0&lt;br /&gt;Funny/OK/Cool/Sohai     1/0/1/-1&lt;br /&gt;Friendly/Normal/Freak   1/0/0&lt;br /&gt;Are there any other important aspects? i cant think of so far, those who read this pls let me know if i left out anything important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i suddenly raise up this topic? bcoz i found that some ordinary guy have a lot of pretty female friends, they need not be good-looking nor rich.. What they having is the ability to make the girl feel safe,secure and 0 threat... Look around u, what kind of guy normally have many female friends? For me, i do have some this kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be about my friends who are famous among girls. I guess the girls dun love them, but they like to talk and get along with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112719226753031625?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112719226753031625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112719226753031625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112719226753031625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112719226753031625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/guys-secure-threat.html' title='Guys? Secure? Threat?'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112712212477387218</id><published>2005-09-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:28:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ant</title><content type='html'>Today all day watching at monitor dunno do wat, think of this think of that...also din chat with anyone coz no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now felt a bit thristy so i go vending machine get a 100-Plus lo, while i am reading block a black small movement at the edge of my keyboard drew my attention... It's an little black ant, i naturally move my finger ahead and terpress the ant~ aiyak, then i felt a bit regret.. so i din press hard, just slightly pressed. Anyway, a small creature still cant stand my giant finger's pressure. He struggle badly, i knew it was painful but it's too late i cant help much now... i watched him like 5 mins but he still struggling, what a desire to live! ofcoz his movements become smaller and smaller when the time passed.. I was so kind to pour a drop of my 100-Plus infront of his head. I thought in case if he recover later and he need some drinks the 100-Plus drop might keep him alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i decided to leave him alone and continue to check for blog, i saw another ant appear on my desk.. she crawl near to the ant and touch him~ aiyakkk, i felt even more guilty, i think she must be his wife or lover, coming out search for him since it has been long time he left home looking for food.. she just slightly touched him like 5 seconds then move on... althought i cant see her face expression but i know she checked and knew her husband is death... but what to do, life's go on and she need to back to take care of their kids... What i can do is just say "sorry" to her... i wish her to have wonderful days in the rest of her life.. her kids should be obedient and siao shun her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better go bury her husband to show my respect and sorry to their family... I will be careful not to kill any creature in the future liao &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112712212477387218?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112712212477387218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112712212477387218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112712212477387218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112712212477387218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/ant.html' title='An Ant'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112704887784121307</id><published>2005-09-18T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:07:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Is weekend important to u? erm, before this i think weekend has nothing special lor, weekdays and weekend i still do the samething... Weekdays got some classes la, but normally i din attend if i sleep late... lazy to wake up ma, and got ppls sign attendance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only recently i get to like weekend, when i see it's friday my mood damn happy lo... bcoz no need to force myself sleep early and wake up early in the morning... can have enuff sleep is cool! em, in foreigner's culture, weekend is very special days lor... some take it as their family day, switch off their mobile phone and enjoy the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i planed to find cy yam ca one, she also promised me em...long time ago liao =p... but i think she forgot oledi lo, R u? but when i wanna ask, she told me she went to johor dy. Aiks, y r u so busy geh? or we have no fate &gt;.&lt;" hehe, but nvm la. Next time lorr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112704887784121307?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112704887784121307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112704887784121307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112704887784121307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112704887784121307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112685421026618469</id><published>2005-09-16T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:03:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks</title><content type='html'>Hehe, time to blog~ coz my supervisor back home bcoz of sick oledi, ofcoz i wont miss this chance to snake la... since my industry training, i snake alot la, always sleep, chat and day dreaming...hehe, but then i got do my job wor...so they cant blame me..hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, just now when we discuss how to improve the system, the black guy(my african supervisor) talked like half die, hardly listen what he said coz his voice too slow. That's ok, but at the end he scold teow said he din listen to what he said wor.. i was like, wat the heck, u talk like mosquitoes who can listen, f***. Haha, ofcoz say in heart only la, dun wan fail my industry training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when we talking, we need a lot of techniques. Luckily i am very confident of my talking skills, i seldom offence others de, unless i intend to make u angry, then u will be really angry lo... hehe, when we talk we must think twice lo, coz if talk without use brain then it's the same as looking for troubles. Em, actually sometimes i talk by brain, sometimes i talk by heart. I talk 90% by brain and 10% by feelings i guess. For example, when i concern somebody, i will tell her wat exactly i am thinking, eventot i know those words r freezing, embrassing. but that's what they are created for... When i talk to my sis, mum and bro, i also no need think very details, coz they know me very much and i should always frank to them. Unfortunately, living in this world, lieing is a must. Sometimes we need to lie to make ppls like us, em, but try dun lie often lo. When a lie revealed, it will be very cruel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyak, dunno wat crap i wrote abt... &lt;br /&gt;Weekend is coming, erm...dunno got any surprise in this weekend or not? Happy weekend o...especially my princess~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112685421026618469?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112685421026618469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112685421026618469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112685421026618469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112685421026618469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/talks.html' title='Talks'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112676997034295079</id><published>2005-09-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:39:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>Today is my mum's birthday, let's talk abt her..&lt;br /&gt;my mum is a very gentle mother lo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little memories b4 i go to primary school, the only thing i remembered is i like to eat candy when i was a baby, but i not able to bite the candy as a whole. Guess wat, my mum put the candy in her mouth, after bite it into small pieces, then spit it out and feed me..haha...yuackss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my primary school, i was a naughty boy, althought she doesn't need to worry abt my result, but i know she always worry abt my safety and scare i learn bad things. I have a lot of naughty little friends at that time, i like to run out play mabbles, catch spider, swimming and the worst is i even learn smoke. My dad was very bad temper daddy, if i did a small mistake, he will not hestitate to whack me lor. Haha, my mum always wan to protect me but she can help a little in front of my dad. Every morning, she ride a bicycle following me and my sis to school, i remember she will shout :"careful la, dun ride so fast". Haha, if i dun write this blog, i think i can never feel her worries.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In my secondary school life, i very lazy, always dun wan to wake up to go school, but if i absent, my dad sure very angry and might rottan me. And hor, i very scare and hate the sounds of my alarm. If i wake up bcoz of my alarm, i will be upset whole day, so my mum din wan me to use the alarm. She always wake up earlier, make me a milo, buy me breakfast, then call me up after everything is ready. Remember when i very tam leng that time, i asked her to iron my shirt everyday as well =p. When i was form 1, form 2, she even accompany me to take school bus, only leave me when i get on the bus ^^, i need to get on the bus early coz my school quite far from my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was form4 form 5, everything still the same. But now she din force me up to school, she will ask :"r u tired today? if too tired then no need go school la". haha, nice ler, she never force me go to school one. But at the same time, i kek her a lot coz i think i had grown up and what i think is more right lo. I always talk loud in front of her, may b i think she is not highly educated and dun hav the ability to solve problem like my dad lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to aus to continue my studies, she went ther take care for me for 1st 3 weeks lo. Haha, now i feel hard to write everything down. I guess most mothers treat their kids good as well, but i think my mum is the best lo. What i can say is she will definately die for us, so i am the same, if she is in danger, i will risk my life for sure also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum, sorry for what i did, sorry for my bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u very much, thankyou and happy birthday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112676997034295079?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112676997034295079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112676997034295079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112676997034295079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112676997034295079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112674706289188716</id><published>2005-09-15T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:17:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason of this blog</title><content type='html'>Do u know why i created this blog? most ppls creating a blog to write their own lifes, studies, news, research etc. but i created this blog for someone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begans one day after i finished reading her blog, honestly, besides reading her blogs i got nothing much to do.. maybe that's the reason she is important to me? Then i found this cute winney's template, i tot she might like it, so i copy down the code and edit it. At first it's not compatible with blogspot's settings, i modified it and now u can use the interface created by blogspot.com to enter ur post. I was happy, then i introduce to her. Haha, she thought it's cute also, i gave her the codes and told her i am not going to blog with this. Anyway, she din use this template, maybe she dun like it? or she dun wan to change to new looks? or bcoz it's not created by urself? she do use the mouse pointer inside though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to finish my training 2 weeks later, feelings? i just know i am bored facing computer in my working hours, is it good after training ended? i think no much different lo, since my life wont change a lot. k then, continue later, take breakfast first~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112674706289188716?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112674706289188716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112674706289188716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112674706289188716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112674706289188716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/09/reason-of-this-blog.html' title='The reason of this blog'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15504215.post-112426470794089178</id><published>2005-08-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:45:07.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie the pooh</title><content type='html'>I found out about this cool template... so i decide to try use it... but with my lousy programming skills... dunno can successly use or not...wish me good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15504215-112426470794089178?l=hiisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/feeds/112426470794089178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15504215&amp;postID=112426470794089178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112426470794089178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15504215/posts/default/112426470794089178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiisme.blogspot.com/2005/08/winnie-pooh.html' title='Winnie the pooh'/><author><name>memorable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07814638760736848156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
