<?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-3716909129204770306</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:39:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALKSTALKS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-8511707629339154849</id><published>2009-08-22T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:46:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>Found by J'Beam &amp; Jam Central (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse : G, D, A&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: Bm, G, D, A&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: D, A, G,&lt;br /&gt;              Bm, A, G,&lt;br /&gt;              Bm, A, Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;G……..D…...&lt;br /&gt;I drove around&lt;br /&gt;A……………….&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;G………….D………..&lt;br /&gt;To the little playground&lt;br /&gt;…………..A………………….&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to chat and stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;G…………D&lt;br /&gt;I got your call&lt;br /&gt;A………………………………&lt;br /&gt;In the month of May, and I……&lt;br /&gt;G……..D...&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t sure &lt;br /&gt;………A……………….&lt;br /&gt;Of the words I had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Bm…….G………..D………….A…&lt;br /&gt;Had my tears wept deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Bm…….G……….D……….A….&lt;br /&gt;All the years I’m feeling so empty&lt;br /&gt;Bm………G………D……........A…….&lt;br /&gt;Thought I saw you stand beside with me&lt;br /&gt;Bm…………G….D……A………….&lt;br /&gt;All the years I’m feeling so empty…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;D…….A………&lt;br /&gt;I have found you&lt;br /&gt;…….G………….&lt;br /&gt;But I let you go….&lt;br /&gt;D…….A……….&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got you&lt;br /&gt;……..G……………&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t losing no more&lt;br /&gt;D…….A………&lt;br /&gt;I have found you&lt;br /&gt;……..G…………..&lt;br /&gt;But I let you go…..&lt;br /&gt;Bm…A………G…..&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting you go…..&lt;br /&gt;Bm…A………G………&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing somemore…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;G………..D……..&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of memory&lt;br /&gt;……..A……………………….&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing through my mind&lt;br /&gt;G………D………...&lt;br /&gt;Feels like yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;……..A……………………..&lt;br /&gt;In the days when I’m so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 4&lt;br /&gt;G……………….D……&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning papers&lt;br /&gt;…….A……………………………&lt;br /&gt;You have so much to say, and I…..&lt;br /&gt;G………..D…&lt;br /&gt;Wish that you&lt;br /&gt;…….A…………&lt;br /&gt;Were here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro&lt;br /&gt;Bm……A..&lt;br /&gt;I could hear&lt;br /&gt;G……………………..&lt;br /&gt;Your silent whisperings&lt;br /&gt;Bm..A…G…………...&lt;br /&gt;So close but never near&lt;br /&gt;Bm...A…G…....&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away (2x) (Fade)&lt;br /&gt;Bm….A….Em…….&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-8511707629339154849?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8511707629339154849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8511707629339154849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8511707629339154849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-8119893353224352334</id><published>2009-07-29T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:52:57.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" 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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Portrait of Me by J'Beam &amp;amp; Jam Central (2005)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Verse 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am.................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking back at the days, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em.................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we were so young,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am.............................................Em&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those were the days you used to say,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dm.........................................G...........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Life’s full of Hate and Anger, you’ll see”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Verse 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am.................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking back at the days,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em........................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When nothing seems to matter,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am................................................Em&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those were the words you used to say,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dm.........................................G............&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pieces of guilts bond together, like Sin….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chorus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are a Portrait of Me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;C..........................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colours fading…..,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;F..........................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I could still see,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;.......Dm..........G............&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The scars You left in Me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;F.........................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me drown…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dm...............G................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m lost in an open sea….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Verse 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am............................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking back from my shoulders,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em...................................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of all the things We’ve gone together,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Help me I’m falling apart,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em.........................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till death do us part,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dm....................................G........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silence is my rapture….. in Me….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chorus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chorus (Solo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bridge&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;F...............................G.....................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take My hands, take My hands…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                              &lt;/span&gt;...............Am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m Drowning, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;F................................G....................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take My hands, take My hands…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;...........Am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suffocating……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Outro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am........................................&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Picture painted on the wall…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em..................................Am.......C&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who’s the Painter of My Life…..&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Fade Away)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-8119893353224352334?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8119893353224352334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/portrait-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8119893353224352334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8119893353224352334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/portrait-of-me.html' title='Portrait of Me'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-8351833525399254418</id><published>2009-07-26T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:06:12.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully.....</title><content type='html'>Tales of Old and New,&lt;br /&gt;Memories that I've kept anew,&lt;br /&gt;Something that I've keep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I cannot abide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much You mean to Me,&lt;br /&gt;Alas it was never meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Love. you are my vice,&lt;br /&gt;But what am I to You....&lt;br /&gt;But a device,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns, My Angel,&lt;br /&gt;All that She does, She fails,&lt;br /&gt;So what am I, my Angel?&lt;br /&gt;But your Love, stuck in a cell....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-8351833525399254418?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8351833525399254418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/hopefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8351833525399254418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8351833525399254418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/hopefully.html' title='Hopefully.....'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1640571923408001300</id><published>2009-07-26T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:55:08.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ish Ish....!!!</title><content type='html'>Turn my handle round and round,&lt;br /&gt;Out tickles blood without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;End your  Dreams in my box of Lies,&lt;br /&gt;Hear me giggle as I watch you Die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tortures and the sound (you make),&lt;br /&gt;Pleases me and makes me proud,&lt;br /&gt;Your bloods drops counts the second,&lt;br /&gt;When it's Life You seek but Love you beg upon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1640571923408001300?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1640571923408001300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/ish-ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. an entertainer whose act is intended to make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. a person who jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we tried to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comedian&lt;/span&gt; to make whole world laugh,&lt;br /&gt; but at times the world sees You as a foolish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joker&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- We tried our best to make the people around us happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; but instead people are taking advantages of our kind deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-3940177836003083549</id><published>2008-11-11T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:14:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REGRETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Regrets'&lt;/span&gt; by J^Beam &amp;amp; Jam Central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regrets,&lt;/span&gt; I have a Few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, nothing New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought It'll be a Perfect Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regrets,&lt;/span&gt; It's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my shadow resides in Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow and Sins of Repentance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my grudge fill with Vengeance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regrets,&lt;/span&gt; not what I've Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret not, the day yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret, just a se7en letter word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been the se7en Sins that lived in Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adam and Eve Sinned in Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kurt blew His head open&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-3940177836003083549?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-6774430465280210083</id><published>2008-08-02T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:40:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGE CARLIN (He recently died)</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate. A Message by George Carlin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.  We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.  We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.  We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.  These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:  Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-6774430465280210083?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6774430465280210083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/08/george-carlin-he-recently-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/6774430465280210083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/6774430465280210083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/08/george-carlin-he-recently-died.html' title='GEORGE CARLIN (He recently died)'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-8602489707012232651</id><published>2008-07-26T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:58:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Ooki   ~Simplicity...~</title><content type='html'>‘The End’ by J^Beam &amp;amp; Jam Central&lt;br /&gt;Intro: (D, Bm, D, Bm,)x 2(Plucking), G (single strum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................D....&lt;br /&gt;I’m turning the pages&lt;br /&gt;.....................Bm...&lt;br /&gt;Had been through the stages&lt;br /&gt;...................A......&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;........G.....&lt;br /&gt;In the end……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................D...&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck in this mess&lt;br /&gt;.................Bm..........&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in this maze of Life&lt;br /&gt;........A.............&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blind and daze&lt;br /&gt;...............G......&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find the end……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(pause).......D......                    &lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell&lt;br /&gt;..........Bm.....&lt;br /&gt;My fellow Friends&lt;br /&gt;.............A....................G&lt;br /&gt;Put all your hopes in the Wishing Well&lt;br /&gt;...........D............Bm............A....G&lt;br /&gt;We’ll meet again in the end….. in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sought for an answer&lt;br /&gt;What future holds I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Each day I say my prayer&lt;br /&gt;For it to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;When nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;What’s left to embrace&lt;br /&gt;In the end……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell&lt;br /&gt;My fellow Friends&lt;br /&gt;Put all your hopes in the Wishing Well&lt;br /&gt;We’ll meet again in the end….. in the end&lt;br /&gt;…… in the end… (fade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-8602489707012232651?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8602489707012232651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute-to-ooki.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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YOU CAN'T TELL&lt;br /&gt;IS HEAVEN OR HELL&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO I MAKE YOU FEEL&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OUR LIPS ARE SEALED&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST DAYS IT MAY SEEMS&lt;br /&gt;TURNS OUT WORST IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;MINE, IS JUST ANOTHER BEDTIME STORY&lt;br /&gt;TALES OF PRIDE, JOY AND GLORY&lt;br /&gt;YOURS, TO YOU IS LIKE A CURSE OF A CENTURY&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD HAVE REMAINED TUCKED 6 FEET BURIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW, DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;HOW WARM YOU FELT, LIKE THE MONTH OF MAY&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE, SHOULD HAVE, ASK YOU TO STAY&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE YOU SLAMMED THE DOOR AND JUST WALKED AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT IF I&lt;br /&gt;SEE(S) HEAVEN THROUGH HELL&lt;br /&gt;HAVE I FELT THE PLEASURES&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH TORMENTS THORNS OF DESIRES&lt;br /&gt;HAVE I PUT MYSELF TO THE TEST&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ABOVE ALL YOU HAVE PROTEST&lt;br /&gt;MINE, IS JUST ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S THROWN LIKE A GAME OF DICE&lt;br /&gt;YOURS, I KNOW THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO GIVE&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HOPE YOU TO CARRY ME THRU EACH DAY I LIVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S LEFT OF ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S LEFT OF ME&lt;br /&gt;IS JUST A MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;AND AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF WHISKEY!.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-3198033869763801396?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3198033869763801396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-left-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/3198033869763801396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hard to build our Dreams&lt;br /&gt;• We take Dreams as our Ambitions&lt;br /&gt;• We feel everyone should have Dreams to be successful&lt;br /&gt;• We focus on our Dreams to make it a Reality, and when it’s There we are being Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;• We consider ourselves a Leader when we are capable to solve other people’s problem&lt;br /&gt;• We consider ourselves an Employer even though we have to work twice as hard than the Employees&lt;br /&gt;• We consider ourselves an Employee but having the mindset of our employer to maintain our job&lt;br /&gt;• We believe Knowledge is a Tool but Experience is a Requirement&lt;br /&gt;• We spend on Designer Brand clothings to be Fashionable&lt;br /&gt;• We gain Self Confidence from Looking Good&lt;br /&gt;• We think that Love is the reason to Believe&lt;br /&gt;• We believe that Love is the reason for  Us to Live&lt;br /&gt;• We Live without any Reason at all&lt;br /&gt;• We feel Evolution is the way we Live&lt;br /&gt;• We presume that $Money will buy Friendship, Companionship and Love, and end all difficulties in Life&lt;br /&gt;• We should build a Family, to grow old like all the rest and to be remembered by Generations&lt;br /&gt;• We take Religion as a Way of Life&lt;br /&gt;• We believe that there will be No Peace without War&lt;br /&gt;• We believe all the above is the Facts of Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-6055448143934414491?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6055448143934414491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/6055448143934414491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/6055448143934414491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-fiction.html' title='Life’s a Fiction'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1234048064805673007</id><published>2008-07-01T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:09:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 STEPS FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK.......</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we have to give up what we think is &lt;strong&gt;'Best'&lt;/strong&gt; to go for a &lt;strong&gt;'Better'&lt;/strong&gt; option and always give it a &lt;strong&gt;'Good'&lt;/strong&gt; try. It doesn't mean that it is bad  to walk backwards or decending down the stairs; it'll just make us realise that we are still capable to be down to earth and still looking up and eager to climb a higher steps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1234048064805673007?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1234048064805673007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-steps-forward-3-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1234048064805673007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1234048064805673007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-steps-forward-3-steps-back.html' title='2 STEPS FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK.......'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1957342734352285216</id><published>2008-06-30T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:29:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGe4Y4yCF0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QU320OFEFq4/s1600-h/kickstart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGe4Y4yCF0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QU320OFEFq4/s320/kickstart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217341431030617922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing in life doesn’t come in the middle. The best thing in life is always the First and the Last. Like a first and last cigarette to a smoker; like the first time you’ve purchased your car and before you trade in for newer ones, like the first kiss and so is the goodbye hug! Memorable yet the reason to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the moment, it felt great for me when I left my previous job….. breath of fresh air just fills my lung instantly with relief, and now after 2 months time out, I’ll finally be getting back on my feet to a new ground. Looking for a kick start  to my new career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1957342734352285216?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1957342734352285216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1957342734352285216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1957342734352285216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-best.html' title='Simply the Best'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGe4Y4yCF0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QU320OFEFq4/s72-c/kickstart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1351698294394068025</id><published>2008-06-25T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:37:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum of all Peer……Pressures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGIfaIedlfI/AAAAAAAAACs/ADad1IlrPx0/s1600-h/969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGIfaIedlfI/AAAAAAAAACs/ADad1IlrPx0/s400/969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215765852260767218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes…. No….. Maybe….. Of Course YesssssZ….. that all of us faces peer pressures in our life. For some of us, it develops into habits, others to beliefs, but not all side effects are negative. Peer pressure terrorizes all ages and genders. We live in a world of peer pressures…..individual desires to imitate and admiration of our idols….. power to influence…. social belongings against self isolation………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it take two or more, to surface peer pressure? It lives within us, it’s the reflection of ourselves when we look in the mirror, it’s the shadow that walks alongside us, it’s the silent whisper to our deaf ears….. a conscience beyond all conscience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we live without the presence of peer pressure? Are we building the moulds to shape our everyday lives…. or are we being mould without even realizing it. Are we ever satisfied of being “original” when we are always evolving to the surroundings? There lies the Greatness of insecurity and low self esteem of us, just being Human…………. Does “Kiasu” (fear of losing) rings a bell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1351698294394068025?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1351698294394068025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/sum-of-all-peerpressures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1351698294394068025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1351698294394068025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/sum-of-all-peerpressures.html' title='Sum of all Peer……Pressures'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGIfaIedlfI/AAAAAAAAACs/ADad1IlrPx0/s72-c/969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-8448702526372468865</id><published>2008-06-24T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:26:42.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He ain't Heavy.............. He's just Over Rated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGD2A7nPewI/AAAAAAAAACk/IfpOa5xh2-Q/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGD2A7nPewI/AAAAAAAAACk/IfpOa5xh2-Q/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215438864357751554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorting out my collection of photographs, and came across this interesting photograph of my buddy when we were in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, May 2007, riding the "cyclo". It was a memorable trip for all of us till this very day. It was the trip that we had planned for ages but never took off until we finally pack our bags and took full 2 weeks off from our job and went backpacking to Cambodia and Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so "obvious" as tourist during our trip..... because by the look of our over rated sizes, we definately stands out among the locals! I'd buy the biggest size of T-shirts sold and didn't even bother to check out the size for pants! Even the stall owners would recommend without doubt, pulling out the biggest size they have, before we even get to choose our likings. The it gets us wondering if the 'L' size is as big as ours?...... well, to our surprised, it does varies. Cambodian size 'L' fits us just nice, but the Vietnamese size 'L' is aaaa &lt;em&gt;littleeeee&lt;/em&gt;... ahem!..... blame it on the super delicious vietnamese cuisine, I guess!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-8448702526372468865?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8448702526372468865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-aint-heavy-hes-just-over-rated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8448702526372468865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/8448702526372468865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-aint-heavy-hes-just-over-rated.html' title='He ain&apos;t Heavy.............. He&apos;s just Over Rated!'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SGD2A7nPewI/AAAAAAAAACk/IfpOa5xh2-Q/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1883059321799536587</id><published>2008-06-24T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:22:54.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours says that.........</title><content type='html'>I was on the way driving home and it seems like most petrol station is packed with motorist queuing. I thought to myself if there is a rise in petrol again, which was recently increased by 40%. It would be crazy if the price would increase any further, twice within a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up a close friend who works in the oil &amp; gas industry for further confirmation, before I decide to be part of the queue myself. Well, it seems like there was a rumour that ALL petrol stations will be closed in the next 3 days, this of course worries the entire Kuching motorist. Rumours or not but no one is taking no chances........ It then came to my conscience that the hike in petrol has been topic for some irresponsible citizen to take it as a joke or hoax to create nuisance to all. Little do they know that this ridiculous act causes traffics to bottle neck unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the next hoax be?.......... All petrol station to operates from 9-5?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1883059321799536587?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1883059321799536587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/rumours-says-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1883059321799536587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1883059321799536587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/rumours-says-that.html' title='Rumours says that.........'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-143846642973788199</id><published>2008-06-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:30:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="world001-gray.swf";obj.TimeZone="GMT0800";obj.width=480;obj.height=250;obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-143846642973788199?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/143846642973788199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/objnew-objectobj_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/143846642973788199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/143846642973788199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/objnew-objectobj_24.html' title=''/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-2010110184115926491</id><published>2008-06-23T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:47:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcast shadow on a sunny bright day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF-bZLXD5LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-UoakTEBmA/s1600-h/reportcard_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215057750366872754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF-bZLXD5LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-UoakTEBmA/s200/reportcard_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to the the bright sunlight escaping through my window curtains, almost like any other day but today, I slept in late due to the football match earlier in the morning. I didn’t receive any phone messages or calls these days unlike when I was on duty. Then, after a long quiet morning, I receive a brief message from a close ‘subject’…… I call her a close subject as I’m still studying her and trying to understand her….. and at the end of the day, it’ll still depend if I pass or fail the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcast shadow on a sunny bright day………my shadows are not defined…..what if I’m put into this final test when I’ve yet to be fully prepared for the answers ahead. This is a test where all my academic knowledge is judged…. Mathematics, to justify my time of arrival for the appointment, ……… Biology, to present my body language appropriately, ……….History, to remember all the dates from the past, ………… Physics, to interpret the next action,……. And finally Chemistry, is there a bond between Us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the rules of attraction, or rules of attention, I just go with rules to abandon. I’ll not be punctual…. I’ll not even look in the mirror before I leave home……. I’ll look at her action during that situation……….I’ll leave matters overnight for the chemical reaction. There’s no rule which says you’ll prevail over overnight’s revision. And even if we get straight ‘As’, doesn’t mean that we’ll be able to handle the real world of practice. Most of all, results don’t come immediately……….. Surprised me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-2010110184115926491?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2010110184115926491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/overcast-shadow-on-sunny-bright-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/2010110184115926491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/2010110184115926491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/overcast-shadow-on-sunny-bright-day.html' title='Overcast shadow on a sunny bright day'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF-bZLXD5LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7-UoakTEBmA/s72-c/reportcard_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-5220083143021731953</id><published>2008-06-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:25:04.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints……</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLd1rXgI/AAAAAAAAABA/2_LENlayvWA/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLd1rXgI/AAAAAAAAABA/2_LENlayvWA/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711168646209026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLeacq2I/AAAAAAAAABI/MjcIfREl7ag/s1600-h/stop_complaining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLeacq2I/AAAAAAAAABI/MjcIfREl7ag/s320/stop_complaining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711168800435042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLgGwcXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wTX-Sm-mE_g/s1600-h/NCR175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLgGwcXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wTX-Sm-mE_g/s320/NCR175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711169254715762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLvNn2OI/AAAAAAAAABY/aeU_1lxq-iI/s1600-h/customerservice-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLvNn2OI/AAAAAAAAABY/aeU_1lxq-iI/s320/customerservice-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711173310044386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLjw9J6I/AAAAAAAAABg/xBXio2CdWPk/s1600-h/anger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLjw9J6I/AAAAAAAAABg/xBXio2CdWPk/s320/anger4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711170237015970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this customs so-called “Complaints”, better still known as “Chee Chee Chaa Chaa”… That’s how the Malay words of “Nenek” comes about when it’s actually “Nag Nag”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t or never complaints at all when we were young, that’s because we only have our elders complaining bout us….. so, that’s how the brought down of customs comes around and inherited to this very day! We get better in our complaining skills each day; and better still we get allies to complain alongside us! That’s how they come up with “suggestion box”…… sounds far better than just “complaints bin”! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complaints of overweight when there’s plentiful to eat but we can choose not to eat excessively. We complaints of our leaders when ourselves don’t want to be put into the blames. We complaints of overload work stress, when we can stop working at our workstation…… well, bus stops at bus station, train stops at train stations, so does work stops at workstation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does all those complaining comes to a better solution, making life easier? Well, it’s easier to complaint than to get it done…..words or action speaks louder? Some say, when you’re complaining, you’re thinking, but if you don’t, then you’re just accepting. But do they know, that we only complaint when we have someone to hear us out? Well, I guess the beautiful thing in the world of “Complaints” is that it surface the work department to come out with “Customer Service” to sort out and frontlined all issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a bad thing to complaint and speaks our mind out, it has become so casual that we don’t even feel it when we ourselves are complaining. Dictionary actually spells out Complain means ‘Com’ ‘plain’ means ‘plain’ ‘com’munication. Believe me? Or am I complaining too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-5220083143021731953?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5220083143021731953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/complaints.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/5220083143021731953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/5220083143021731953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/complaints.html' title='Complaints……'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SF5gLd1rXgI/AAAAAAAAABA/2_LENlayvWA/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-1442325484009757386</id><published>2008-06-21T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:11:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>"A friend in need is a friend indeed", well, I guess the phrase says it all, "Lovers comes and goes by to the tune of Goodbyes” We all are too afraid to get committed or better still leaves ‘Options’ for times to come. It’s so common to hear “We’re still friends after all!” Friendship matures into relationship, or a rotten relationship might as well remains as a friendship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-1442325484009757386?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1442325484009757386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1442325484009757386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/1442325484009757386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716909129204770306.post-3300282722689006532</id><published>2008-06-21T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:01:06.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>After spending my entire afternoon reading a friend's interesting lines of Blogs, I've finally try to indulge into this habbit where concerns or opinions maybe shared, read, commented. This maybe the start for me to 'Discover' my walks of life so far......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716909129204770306-3300282722689006532?l=walkstalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3300282722689006532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/discovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/3300282722689006532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716909129204770306/posts/default/3300282722689006532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkstalks.blogspot.com/2008/06/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>J^BEAM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09399862268573293366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekDo_MA0uKw/SRgh_lI0DjI/AAAAAAAAADU/txwUqdQFn14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
