<?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-4491717757047760437</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:05:27.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Man's Chest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-3293301545823691086</id><published>2011-10-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:38:30.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling</title><content type='html'>Okay now you're here, again.. isn't it too soon ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just the same shit different day ?&lt;br /&gt;How much more for a happy ending ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I'm scared,... and I'm dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm not buying this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3293301545823691086?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3293301545823691086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3293301545823691086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3293301545823691086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3293301545823691086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling.html' title='feeling'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-1385593352815370501</id><published>2011-09-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:04:59.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero and flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is worse than zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I ever mention I started new life from zero ? nah.. I started from minus one hundred and crawling up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it would be easy, coz i've been in the top and it's just a matter of time then I'll be back at the top again.. but in reality, it's not that easy. I have to tolerate many things just to survive and trade off many things just to stand my ground.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my progress crawling up, I often slide and fall. I made a lot of mistakes. Many things happened not as what I expected, and honestly every single one of them makes me getting more and more insecure, as if I'm stranded into something I've never been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, wait,.. no.. I think it's worse now.. I feel like I'm falling deeper than any  lowest point in my life I ever been. It gives me this fear that I'm actually climbing in a falling rock. I'm really afraid that I've been dragged down and down &lt;br /&gt;Deeper downwards until I made a move to do the leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this lot of thoughts about this crazy leap of faith. A suicide leap that might fails me so damn hard, sending me free-falling into deeper and deeper shit and crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sooner or later I must do it to get back on track again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So called 'Friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to talk all this to some friend, but it seems like no one ever get me serious. This time I really need a friend. this time I need someone to talk all this crap and just present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of friends in here. But they are not the friend I needed, they're somehow simply not enough. There's always a barrier, a limit, a wall that prevent me to get what I want from these so called friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a social circle without caring, where I wear my faking smile all the time. Exchanging empty talks once and too many. It's like they are not friends, they are just people I know and I be with instead.. strangers that I might know even too well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got one hater, that I dont know why, that hates me or doesnt like me, or for some reason just freak out on me everytime I said something.. I tried to ignore this craziness but I couldnt do it while befriends with other packs.. I cant just remove myself from these people, I need them because otherwise I got not enough social life.. I'm got weakness on this friends thing I guess,.. i need this people, but they are never enough.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people are also one main very big big reason why I can endure all this friction slashing and cutting my flesh of sanity from fallen slowly into the bottomless blackness.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends can give one a power to move, but I had none of those from anyone I called friends here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, I need to do it alone now, as always I'm always alone... I'm not lonely but I always alone, against all odds, with only myself why surrounded by friends around me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I needed you even though you all are nothing, even though you all never enough, even though you all are disappointing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, fuck my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-1385593352815370501?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/1385593352815370501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=1385593352815370501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1385593352815370501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1385593352815370501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/09/zero-and-flat.html' title='zero and flat'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-7726690405533970468</id><published>2011-07-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T21:14:54.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four bracelets and their story</title><content type='html'>I like bracelet. I love them. They're linger in your hand, and just stay there quiet. They are not like earrings n necklace. You can see them without using any mirror-kinda stuff. And the best part, sometimes they gave you unique feelings when you notice them on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four bracelets, and each one of them have their own story. I always wear all of it on my left hand when I'm going out. I have one that I wear all the time. And for some specific activity like certain sports, I put only one bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I got another two or three, but I rarely put them on, so probably next time I'll write about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/5990632199_d1fb9d2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/5990632199_d1fb9d2517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The white silver-looking-bracelet (I dont know what metal it is)&lt;br /&gt;2. The black rubber-like-bracelet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both those bracelets I bought at the same time at the same shop in Bandung, Indonesia, years ago, along with other two bracelets that I rarely put on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very serious problem with my entire family and I really hate them at that time. Like some problems, I dont remember exactly what, how, and why did this problem happened at the first place. I roughly remember it was about some dispute over something, that I cant even remember what it is. But I remember it clearly that I really hate all of them because of this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, me and my family are in good terms now. Probably because time heals (and hurts) everything. Don't get me wrong, I still don't like them, but we probably decide to forget all this without saying. I know sooner or later they are going to bring this problem on again, but they should know that I wont change my mind for whatever it is they expecting me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this story attached to these two bracelet (plus the other two bracelet that I bought n rarely put on). I had some mixed felling when I give this bracelet a thought. It's ugly, bitter, fun, relax, calm and empty altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black-rubber-like bracelet is actually a necklace, and I don't wear necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one interesting fact, they often made clanking metal sounds. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brown leather bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago my best friend gave it to me. As simple as that, this bracelet often reminds me about how friend "is". They're fun, annoying, boring, helpful, trustful, grateful, crazy and sane because they are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bracelet just broke last night. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stripes of white, maroon, and cyan bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex made this for me. From the first time she put it on my left hand, I almost never took it off. We broke up on January 2011. It was more than a year. Previously I never been in a serious relationship and last this long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we broke up, I was still wearing this bracelet until it's broken few weeks ago, late June 2011 if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit sad, coz this bracelet combined with the brown leather looks good on my left hand. I think it's because they both have tailing threads. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-7726690405533970468?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/7726690405533970468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=7726690405533970468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7726690405533970468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7726690405533970468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/07/four-bracelets-and-their-story.html' title='four bracelets and their story'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/5990632199_d1fb9d2517_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-504176965080149773</id><published>2011-06-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:08:42.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Do it!&lt;/span&gt; .. Fuck! I know that. Stop telling me that. I need to answer this question first and even when I'm done with it, I might not do it.. Fuckin coward, I'm fucking coward.. it's fuckin difficult, too many thoughts, I should just do it.. damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, should I start something that I believe would hurt me badly when it is ended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of luck, lack of luck.. I need luck, I need to create luck for myself!! Damn, I hate doing this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-504176965080149773?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/504176965080149773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=504176965080149773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/504176965080149773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/504176965080149773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/06/question.html' title='The question'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6466471972148648392</id><published>2011-06-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:33:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact: I'm a coward</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, or the day before yesterday many of my fellow band mates performing on Jakarta Fair Cosplay &amp;amp; J-Music Fanatic held on Sunday, June 19th, 2011 at PRJ Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64378203@N08/5856762167/" title="samurai blue 1 by sicodoc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/5856762167_202bd131b4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="samurai blue 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There some videos, many many many pic (like above) taken from the show, and I spend like hours to check them all. Yeap probably ALL OF 'EM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64378203@N08/5857423958/" title="samurai blue 2 by sicodoc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5309/5857423958_1882dcac35.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="samurai blue 2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, seeing all that makes me feels kinda sad.. Maybe because I can feel all the joy and fun they had, and I envy all that,.. or maybe I just being mellow and missed all my good old day performing with my previous bands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have invited me months before this event, but I cant make it, there re lot of things and I simply couldnt make it to go to Jakarta to attend this show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling makes me even more sad, I hate my life even more now,... I kinda regret all those decisions I made that leads my life along this path.. I felt like I should be there and doing the show along with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't want to be in this "fine" life where I work in Singapore, with decent job and decent everything.. I know this is a stewpidd thing, and many people can only wish they be what I am now.. but this is me, fuck others, I dont care.. I want what I want, and I wanted it now, but it's impossible to have. Fuckin sad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really want to go back to small slice of my life where I felt the joy and the glorious in doing music, recording, performing, or jamming or just small gig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm a coward, I have no courage to jump into devils playground and try my luck.. I'm too afraid of not having decent income, decent meal and "fine life"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. no I AM A COWARD, that's why I'm here, right?.. in this uber pathetic sad life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,.. I have a musical activity here in Singapore, every 2 weeks or so me and some friends from my country do a jamming session, quite fun.. that's also why I get new bass, Ibanez SDGR 505, and learn some Hard Rock songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one video of me covering one of the song, its title is The Spirit Carries On written and arranged by Dream Theater.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mRQX94SFJxg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing all that and making that vid doesnt make me feel any better.. &lt;br /&gt;so I'm wondering what choice do I have here? &lt;br /&gt;What should I do to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sic.zoc.peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-6466471972148648392?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6466471972148648392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=6466471972148648392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6466471972148648392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6466471972148648392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/06/fact-im-coward.html' title='Fact: I&apos;m a coward'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/5856762167_202bd131b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-4773938164182415977</id><published>2011-05-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:04:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I buy new bass guitar?</title><content type='html'>I met some new friends and we jam few old songs today... it's DAMN FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I came not prepared I was quite lucky, coz I managed to play at least 60% good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going back to music, but somehow I dont want to.. hmm.. I give it a lot of thought and I still couldnt decide ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, should I buy new bass guitar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-4773938164182415977?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/4773938164182415977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=4773938164182415977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/4773938164182415977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/4773938164182415977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/05/should-i-buy-new-bass-guitar.html' title='Should I buy new bass guitar?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-3563838739558187292</id><published>2011-03-31T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:18:11.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why TV Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz I dont know anymore.. but maybe not the TV, but the TV Show.. but I believe you all get what the idea when I say "TV Sucks", right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot when was the last time I really interested in TV show. That's ironic, coz at very young age, I really really like to watch tv. Maybe because there were lots of great cartoon, anime and great movies on tv back at that time. But nowadays I think the most interesting thing in tv are advertisements. They are somehow entertaining and creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, most of my watching tv time was spent for watching ads, and skipping from channel to channel randomly watch some ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second interesting thing is NEWS. But somehow news no longer interested. I got this strange feeling as if the news is somehow repeated or not really NEW anymore.. maybe because newspaper is free here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that sometime is interesting are those kinda nat geo documentary episodes, though I never turn on the tv to watch them on purpose.. just once in a while when I was crossing the living room and got caught by it, or when it got something exciting that makes my flat mate scream or doing things-that-people-do-when-they-got-exciting-by-tv-show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just that, the other things there are totally crap.. cheap candid drama, stupid reality show, and other trash that are not worth any second of my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing really interest me there, so I gave up and hate TV. Yes, I hate tv. If I must force myself to watch TV I can watch ads,... but just watching ads on tv while hoping there's a good show come up is really really stupid in my opinion.. TV sucks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm going deeper with that, I think all that also happened because of the existence of Internet. I could always find almost all things on TV from Internet, and even better than how it were on TV. Some youtube channels are really good in my opinion. For news, I think internet delivers it "completely", where you can google or wikiped-ing details that interest you,.. then as another added values, internet also offers you to tell your opinion, comment, spam there,.. that either makes you a good benefactor, a wise smarty ass, or a cruel anonymous netizen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest thing on internet is that you, yourself, can find out, control and interact with endless choices of information, show, news, and all things internet has out here, compared to small amount of channel/program that a tv cable provider offers you by paying not cheap submission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that TV Show and Internet are different animals,.. But to be specific, let's take focus Youtube for comparison,.. For me, Youtube is somehow replace the TV. Maybe that because I'm a music-junkie-epic-failed-anti-social-nerd whose profile preference match most of youtube channels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I can host a show on youtube where thousand of people can watch my show, which again I'm not sure I could do with TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I got thousand views on my channel, lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of youtube, let me share here few youtube channels that I subscribe:&lt;br /&gt;1. sxephil, The Phillip De Franco Show, my kinda news channel &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. filmriot, Movie making and movie related thing, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/filmriot"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/filmriot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HuskyStarcraft, e-Sport channel (STARCRAFT!), &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/HuskyStarcraft"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/HuskyStarcraft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DeStorm, great talented rapper, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DeStorm"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/DeStorm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. KurtHugoSchneider, talented mucisian n movie director, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KurtHugoSchneider"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/KurtHugoSchneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DaveDays, youtube punk artist, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/davedays"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/davedays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NicePeter, very funny battle rap comedy, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nicepeter"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/nicepeter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DavidsFitness, just to stay fit!, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidsFitness"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/DavidsFitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MarkCrilley, drawing tutor, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/markcrilley"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/markcrilley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where could you get something like this on TV ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80nZ5b_DKms"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80nZ5b_DKms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like this ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mcp8lPiBP2Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mcp8lPiBP2Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Do you really need 43 inch flat screen LED TV?  &lt;br /&gt;DAMN YES!!... for PS3 or XBOX or Wii or DVD/Blu-ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3563838739558187292?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3563838739558187292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3563838739558187292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3563838739558187292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3563838739558187292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-tv-sucks.html' title='Why TV Sucks!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-2028919772615629284</id><published>2011-03-06T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:59:06.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan, Natalie Portman and Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>Like I always said, I always try to be open minded. So I have no big deal about Britney being Britney and Lindsay being Lindsay.. I love them both when they were bright and once nice girl, but I dont know why I just dont have that much of love for them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even forgot about Britney most of the times, but who remembers her now? I rarely hear her. I think she pays a big price by becoming wild and crazy. Different story with Lindsay, I heard things about her once in a times. Sadly most of them, like 90%, were about "something" Lindsay recently did, maybe cool things but in a bad way. A bit crazy and wild is okay I think, but the most important is how they hold their ground and keep producing "healthy" breakthrough rather than something crazy and stupid in a "way" people hardly seen any sense whatsoever. I wish she still can manage to came out with great work that would make her more to eccentric and less insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about Natalie Portman and Taylor Swift? Simply put, they both my new favorite now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been in love with Portman since.. hmm, I forgot when, lolz. But I think Star Wars makes everything lovely just about Queen Amidala. That's why I love Kiera, Portman and Rose Byrne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to what I read, Portman is a smart girl, and very talented actress. Black Swan and Oscar confirmed it just now. So how about if Portman went wild, crazy and do what Lindsay does? Well, as long as she keep amaze me with her talent, I will always love her. Fair enough, isnt it?! And though she does, maybe I'll see all that as something cool and artistic in a way normal people not be able to reach and understand. Just like Johny Depp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and Taylor Swift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's my new favorite. To be honest it's because she is my kinda type in a sense of beauty. Yes, I mean she is beautiful. But more than that, she definitely got talent. That's for sure. And after reading a lot about her achievement (yes I just know she exist last December), I am more than sure to promote her to my new favorite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high hope for her to always keep up the good work. And like Portman, it's okay for her to go wild and crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney and Lindsay sure broke my heart, I hope Taylor Swift wouldn't do that. Because finding a favorite is very damn hard nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of my favorites for now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;2. Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;3. Rose Byrne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Black Swan, only one word: PERFECT!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like this in a long time. There's rarely any movies made me feel like this. Not even Inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-2028919772615629284?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/2028919772615629284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=2028919772615629284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/2028919772615629284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/2028919772615629284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-swan-natalie-portman-and-taylor.html' title='Black Swan, Natalie Portman and Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-637057523452624906</id><published>2011-02-14T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:15:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(176, 169, 132); font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;table align="center" class="f" style="position: static; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; text-indent: 0px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt; border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none !important; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="f" style="position: static; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt; border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; text-decoration: none !important; "&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 18pt/normal 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; color: rgb(176, 169, 132); "&gt;Valentine's 11&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;small&gt;by ~sic&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to remember why do I believed&lt;br /&gt;hard to recall when do we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and Wednesday I was in doubt&lt;br /&gt;yesteryear I was completely ignorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because Sunday was sunless&lt;br /&gt;but because sunny day is cloudless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as laughing Monday gets silent,&lt;br /&gt;and love died in a butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all Tuesday morning start at nights&lt;br /&gt;let me alone in this moonless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what is right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;coz none of that matters for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's just leap over, live and let die&lt;br /&gt;coz life has offer for another vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sorry you wont be seeing me dead&lt;br /&gt;coz I wont be there after life ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sorry you wont be seeing me pray&lt;br /&gt;coz I wont be there for another try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for me&lt;br /&gt;hence I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long and too late&lt;br /&gt;so don't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember that I tried very hard to reason with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; 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I used to be rude and reckless.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since only fuck knows when, I'm wearing more smiles and ignore things. I have done countless fakes and fucking smart-assessness for the sake of being somebody else I dont really want to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my dear self, could you please tell me for what sake do I owe to life in this fucking state of mind?! THE FUCK why did you rewire our brain?? THE FUCK WHY did you blind our eyes, crop our ears?!?! why dont you just let us die like dead die fucking death like we both know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you, you time, you asssssssshooooooooooleee, why do you have to wait like decade to make me realize how fucked up my stupidity idiotic fucking imbecile is? was? It's like more than ten years already.. or like eleven, or motherfucking twelve.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where am I now? what the fuck are my self now? the hell how do I get back? how? why? what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm stupid, YOU ALL KNOW I'M STUPID,.. you my friends, why do you make me feel like I'm somehow smart and wise.. WISE MY ASSSSSSSSSSS, I'm bleeding and I'm dying to feel the pain, I want to feel the pain, I NEEEED to feel this pain.. but how can I do that with all this fucking smart assess piece of shit in my head?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me please why I let you lie to me.. please tell me why I let you lie.. please tell me.. why? why lie? why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I beg you please.. just please.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.sic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3647525161801499719?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3647525161801499719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3647525161801499719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3647525161801499719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3647525161801499719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuvm.html' title='FUVM!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-3127009965513744190</id><published>2011-01-31T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:04:41.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F M L</title><content type='html'>I hate this day! I hate myself! I hate this life!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3127009965513744190?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3127009965513744190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3127009965513744190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3127009965513744190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3127009965513744190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/f-m-l.html' title='F M L'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-1675595982286007188</id><published>2011-01-27T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:54:56.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, another break up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in love difference does matter. Funny though, how it turns your parents, friends, priest, family, and other people into strangers and enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so sad, every time they made her cry..&lt;br /&gt;and it is sad when it ends like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several weeks since, and writing this story helped me to calm my self every time the pain kicks in. Writing this story was the only thing I done last few weeks, and to be honest I became less productive right now. I stopped writing my game trial program, I stopped writing the draft for my main fiction novel, I stopped learning mandarins, and I stop learning UML and design pattern (programming things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it's done, and by that, I think this would be a good moment to get back on track with things. I got exam tomorrow at office, and I got life and death deal at Monday. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the story below. Note that all right reserved and some are under creative commons, so please respect that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I want to embed some memories, moments, names and things I want to remember every time I read this, that's why the way it's written is a bit odd. But if you know me, maybe you'll see some of them along reading this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(176, 169, 132); font-family: Verdana; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal bold 18pt/normal 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; color: rgb(176, 169, 132); "&gt;In Love&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;small&gt;by ~sic&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, on the small rock island far off the shore, live a humble young human boy. At a very young age, he was exiled by his people. No one knows the story, but how the nightmare born are a legends among the wises and witches. As the stone relic drawn the beginning: he was drowned alive in a coffin. Luckyly saved by the great grand turtle. He grew his childhood in an unfair struggle of life and death; becoming a man with overwhelming energy and rage. He's smart but careless, a vigilant hero, an abide scholar and a joker clown. Most of his time he spent in the deep sea, study and play; often in solitude, he spent hours gazing at the stars and its constellation. The turtle and the phoenix are his honored teachers. The dolphins, seahorses and the fat octopus are his best friend. The sharks and whales fear his just. The winds and the sea bless his quest and protects him from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes steadily until one day, on a quest searching for a meaning of life, he found his on a mermaid. It's on a polar cyclone dance festival in the dark waters of sea floor, the very first time he laid his eyes on her. She was dancing and he was drunk. The way she swayed, elegantly stunned his conscious. Each smile and laugh, each words, and each lines she casted, hypnotized his mind; Even the adorable lips on her pretty face, along with both little eyes, and the way her silky hair fell on her cheek paralyzed his body and thought. All that perfectness emitted a warm peaceful breeze, that melted his heart right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first encounter was another story: A stupendous introduction, impressive lines that delivered by a gentle gestures; all that according to him. But she took it as a barbaric douchebaggery joke; and of course, a so failed one, even compared to the lowers. Still, the land and the sea, the stars and the universe smiled that day. Even though they know all the beginning and the end, they smiled and cherish that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male is the only human in the entire seafolk creatures. He's both divine and an abomination, a living anomaly that adored by mermaids and sirens. Love, should be easy for him. But this female mermaid is not just an everyday mermaid. Not just pretty and graceful. She is the brightest princess, favored by the royal kingdom and its people; beautifull, majestic and lovely. The most desirable mermaid of all the vast ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then funny how love happens. It happens when it happens, and it's just simply happens. Alas, a royal mermaid and a human outcast, be a forbidden knot that offended the rest of their world, inviting envy, curse, and regret from those who refuse to understand. One that should be the greatest love story, slowly corrupted and became a meaningless chatter, stained by soundless scorns, unspoken gestures and silent hatreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately maybe, none of that matters to him. Being raised as an exile and banished from home and his people, made him immune to care for the contagion other people throw at him. His lover, his mermaid princess, is the one that matters the most. She is the sun he revolve, and the only gravity for his reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though, to the very contrary, all that negativity does matter to the princess. She needs the love from her people. And while she hunger for acceptance, her people sheer away leaving her an empty cold loneliness. They gathering in a distant corner, whispering, snap a glance, then return her the look; The look that crush her intrepidity, burn her insolance, and vex her sense. Hurts her more than the pain of thousand blades tearing her magical feet each step she walks the dry land. A sum of unbearable pain that no one dare to endure, being a price she has to pay to be with him, one that she love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the damage continue to grow, the tale of this forbidden love spread accross the sea and poison everyone. They mourned for the betrayal of their royal crest, their proud princess. Life everyday has became a lifeless days, dull and quiet. What used to be bright clear now everywhere became muddy and dirty. Gloomy mime, somber crowds, and a sour hellos colored the days. While inside the palace of the noble, the queen helplessly prevent the fall of the kingdom where its king imprisoned in his insanity and diying in resentless. Uprising became anarchy, politics became chaos and wars were just another tick of the time bomb. The darkest time where the sea rules by preying sharks, poisonus jellyfish, noxious stingrays, and treacherous whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other coral of the sea, our loving couple sat silent under the same pale moon they used to praise. What used to be smile and happiness now turned into sadness and sorrow. Her sad face couldn't fake the smile anymore. Even ocean water can no longer hide her tears where it enforce the same hurt to her human lover, dragging him down into the same agony. In many times they both begging for blessing, never once the ocean and the universe care to hear. As one offering it only accepts, is for them to part their way, to bury the love as stranger for each other. Where that be the only term that neither she or he could accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed by, slowly he gathers all the hatred. That is during the great long winter, days of battles with the sharks and the whales, not once they both thanked as heroes, only be blamed as shame and taboo. Where naked words, blunt lines, malignant poems thrown at them violently, furious and ferocious. All that fed him up with negativity multiplied by sadness and sorrow which he began to loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until on one fine day, where no one ever imagine; He unleash it all into a wrath. An energy flavoured by destruction and death, back to everything he used to ignore. In madness he tore the world to seek the ultimate secret of happines. To find the recepie of divine potion, that shall erase the differences between he and his mermaid. To nullify the differences that blur the eyes and the minds of the world, from seeing clearly the honesty, sincere and the true of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in desolation he continued wander to every corner of the lands and mountains, leaving total anhilation trailing on his footsteps. Where all the living things could only begged for the mercy of death, before helplessly damned to be reborn as a walking abomination, tortured in never ending agony, in the flesh of undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming wisdom and lore from the immortal phoenix and the grand turtle couldnt stop him this time. Only by the presence of the mermaid princess, the ocean and all that living beneath it safe from the rage of her lover, the deathbringer. But one can never fool a sea creature, as their knowledge teaches them, that this is just another silence before the storm. They're all know, that sooner or later, they will have to face the same armageddon and its aftermath which shall befall before them. So the grand turtle plead for the benignity of seafolk to unite with others to stop the destruction on dry land. The immortal phoenix gathers all what left from the land, from high elf to lowly ghoul, forest troll to sand golem, to fight together with the army from the deep waters. Even their fellow comrades, the elder dragon, moon imp, and torrent eagles, descend from the sky to help stopping all this madness and destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, funny how love move the world. Under the dark moon, the mermaid princess and three others departing in disguise. Sneaking out from the valley where the warriors of earth wind and water rest inside their warm tent. They silently avoid the gaze of patroling eagles, climb the steep hill, then slowly dispelling the sleeping dragons magic wards, where brings them to where they're now, few more steps closer towards the mermaid's mad lover that raging in a long distant. The other three are the sun fairy, the fat octopus, and the siren duchess who is the mermaid's devoted lady, her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days running through the blistering sands and barren hills, the mermaid princess finallny met her lover, the fallen hero on a rocky cape far off the main land. Fortune met them long before he could meet the marching warriors from the East, batling in a deadly battle. The mermaid princess and the others stand silent not far from him, invisible under the sparkling dust of the sun fairy. They all startled, shocked by the look of mysterious figure standing in front of them. He was standing over on a large stone, gazing at the red horizon on the North East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His surrounds is marked with death and hollow. A carpet of rotting flesh, blood and bones scatter around him, infesting the lands and the living. Now they know why people called him a walking enigma. A monstrous overgrowth limbs, pale deceased skin, with dreadful tooth and nails, morbid claws and horns makes it hard to believe that he was a human not long before. No one would recognize him if not for his distinct overwhelming aura of awesomeness in the air. Yet, while everyone else were in suspense, she's relieved to knows that she found him. How without doubt she knows all that? only love can tell, because love itself that tell her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the faint dim of the sparkling dust slowly unhide their whereabout, this harmless mystique creature, the fairy, already on her last word with another safeguard spellcast; Just another trick so she could anytime blink them over the horizon where she had ready a teleport shell. Along with added insurance from the siren's song that petrifying all the enemy; they were ready to face the devil in the flesh. Yet, with all this magics and spells, the devil remains unaffected. Because he is, as always, too powerful for everything thrown at him. But, regardless of all that immunity and awesomeness, he just stood there silent. So the mermaid princess once again appeared in her humble presence right in front the devil she long and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they move closer, and began to deliver the purpose in the way they never rehearsed. Not to confront, not to arrest, but as a last attempt to bring him back to common sense, to save him, save the world and all its inhabitant. Along with silent winds and bright sky, he just stood there listening to what the mermaids and the octopus said. No one knows why he's peaceful and harmless at that moment. Maybe because calming words from his beefy old friend, the octopus. Or maybe it because of his lover, the mermaid princess's presence. Or maybe because love, or anything left of it, made him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is also another similar question how how he came back to sanity, as he just stood there in silence for both words and expression. As if all the madness and rage evaporate out of him just like that. His appearance return back to normal. More human than a monster, like the way he was used to. Then, how his necromantic conjuraction falls off, relieving his undead army from their everlasting torment, is also another mystery of this legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this good sign of a winning battle was not let their guard down. In suspense they're waiting of something that they were yet not really sure what. Especially for her, the mermaid princess, that had walked across continents to pursue happiness she could only dreamed all this time. A dream that she about to confirm. So she waits in curious, hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when he finally spoke of words, she found out that something changed. Something was lost along the way. The friendly, warm and loving feeling she long to feel were not there. No love in his word, gaze and smile. Just utter coldness of stranger's hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It churned her feelings, leave her speechless and breathless. The thought of the worst thing she feared the most, crushing her mind and hope into a scattering fragments of horrid nightmares and undefined-ness images. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tried to calm herself from the rushing nausea. Pulling herself back together, to escape the cold feet, and to face the ugliest truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you just hate me now?" she asked then slowly opened her eyes, looking deeply into his eyes, hoping for denial to the real answer she had just seen, wishing for redemption to false the fact she afraid to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just dont love you anymore." he replied plain and clear, without doubt. Sure and immediate, without pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the very point, that words cruelly pierce through her heart. Like a lightning strike, it broke her heart. All that words insistently smashed her until she lost all the strength to stand, where she fell into anxiety. She felt betrayed, she wanted to scream. She's not ready for this. She still deeply in love with him. She wanted to cry, and more than anything, she wanted to hold him tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her world crumble beneath her feet. In trembling she fought hard tried to accept and not to lament the damage. Though it was hard, she tried to smile, tried to suppress the sadness and the pain she suffered. But this terrible affliction of losing the one she loved most, was just too heavy for her to endure. Her tears spilled as her eyes surrender to withstand the overflow sadness. She sobbed, wept and cried. All her hope, dreams, and love she treasured become a negligible meaningless, null and void in the cold air. In desperation she wailing for his clemency, calling for his tenderness, and begging for his love to once again embrace her in comforting salve. Where everytime she bid to reach him, never once he cared to welcome. Only he stood there watching her and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she fell to her knees, crying helplessly. Without gentle caring, without loving hug, she felt so alone. In a long pause the air filled only with her cry, before away he walked out, leaving her crying alone in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it ends. It ends in bitterness and butterflies. Part as stranger to one and the other, regardless of any sentimental values they had cherish before, which then been decayed in repercussion, vanish and disappeared in thin air. The land and the sea, the stars and the universe frown that day, the day the war ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she won the war, but she lost more than all her world could lose. He on the other part, would also never win. Even though with all the imbalance favor of the overwhelming power among all others, destiny certainly have written its own different ending. No matter what they both done, the result shall remains the same. They will never win the happiness, they will never found it anywhere. Not even in any infinite repeats that could be granted for both them to retry. Because, the way that the beginning and the ends be, obeys only to the selfish almighty, that set an immutable, relentless and indiscriminate fate for each of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....The legend of the nightmares continued to the next chapter as how it drawn on stone island relic. As it also written on the ancient orders of the deep waters sands. As it also reminded by sparkling rainbow radiance and how stars aligned. As how the wises and the witches recite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, he went back to his small rock island where he sat in silent for days, contemplating what lesson he have learned. He understands why the turtle guilty from giving him a gill, and also why the phoenix refused to gave him a wing. Nevertheless, he refused to accept the immoral wisdom and he wouldn't never approve the cruel indecent treat that limits how love truly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stubornness angers both his teachers. Days and nights they argue and debate. Then like every unstoppable force hits an immovable objects, they upgrade their dispute into an epic battle for another days and nights. The turtle died, the phoenix collapse and badly injured, he won the battle. In anger and sadness, he strip out both the phoenix wing, put it on his back and ascend to the sky. He's running away from all guilt and crime he did, leaving the death, suffering and missery on his rock island home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only love can explain why and how the phoenix surrender her immortality to revive the turtle. Though love is the reason, they can't live together and die as one. Never they spoke to a soul about love. Thus, they living in sad pretentious where unspoken acknowledge of love happens; yet it must be endured as they are the ones of the wises. The story of the grand turtle and the wise phoenix is another legend that known not to many, about living both happiness and sadness in tragic drama without regrets. Though maybe the only regrets they both have is the failure to raise their humble disciple they dreamed to be greatness yet grown into horrifying nightmare, whom they shall meet in another battle when the sky falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the earth and sea, stars and universe shall once again mourn on the day the nightmare ascend to the sky, where he began another quest as villain against birds, dragons, imps, fairies, and other sky creatures. Also in the same sky he will meet an angel, falling in love, and once again living another tragic love story. A tragedy that followed by another destruction and madness where the sky falls, the earth errupts and the sea boils. A destruction where he once again rise against both his teacher in a lethal battle. Which will also be the greatest battle of all legends, where the gods and deities descend from te stars, to join arms with the rest of the world, battling the dire nightmare himself and his lover, the sky angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be good but be true, or ends in eternal battle of good and truth" ~ .n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(176, 169, 132); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;(C)&lt;/i&gt; 2011 All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(176, 169, 132); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;(CC) Some rights reserved.&lt;/em&gt; This work is licensed under a &lt;a rel="license" target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(176, 169, 132); "&gt;Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-1675595982286007188?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/1675595982286007188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=1675595982286007188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1675595982286007188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1675595982286007188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-3092258007520654741</id><published>2010-12-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:04:17.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to order drink in Singapore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ordering Drink in Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;first of all, sorry for my english, they're bad and ugly..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy today, because I got good news this morning about great job offer.. So I decided to go lunch and eat there, not take away the food like I always did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ordered the food, it's quite easy because most of the food stall's staff knows English well. And if they dont, you can just simply point the picture, or the food itself... so food was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned not to order drink, but when I was about to eat, there's one person from drink stall came to me and asked me something in Mandarin that I dont understand.. well I dont understand Mandarin at all except for something so basic like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) sie sie (thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) pai pai (not really mandarin I think, maybe just some cutelization in mandanglish* of bye bye)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) pao (or at least it sounds like that, means ordering a take away food instead of eating there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) cia (or at least something sounds like that, means eating instead of take away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) cc, kk, siu siu, su, etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe few more, but not many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was confused, I dont know what was that old granpa talking about(yep, a very Clint Eastwood from East, Chinese version of him laa). But thanks to my great surveillance sense, I was able to guess that he's offering a drink. So I said, Tea (pronounced: tea), but sadly the old granpa looks confused and a bit annoyed, so I quickly said Teh (pronounced: teh). Still the same, nothing happened, the granpa still wearing "that" face.. Thankfully he said something and I was saying yes to whatever it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like when you code a Web Application and your protocol didnt match.. it's all about language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully the "yes sir whatever" done great, and the granpa gone back to the drink stall and I continue my lunch. After a quite while, the granpa came with a glass of I-dunno-what and asking me for a dollar. So Easy!!, that's what I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I quickly get a 5 dollar from my wallet and give it to him. He return a 4 dollars in two 2 dollars paper (not plastic). It's allright I think, money is not considered as a commodity until it sold as a foreign exchange. You know that 100 dollars paper in mint condition is valued as 100 dollars but another 100 dollars paper in less of that condition is valued much less than 100 dollars. So no prob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drink itself, is a orange something with ice and a straw, if you're expecting the other "tea" then it is not that easy I like I thought. The drink is a bit suspicious, but the hell with that, they wont sell a poisonous drink on a public place, right? Left! So I take a quick sip and tadaa.. it was a some kinda Sweet Tea Milk. Well not bad I think, it's drinkable.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that lunch I came back at the flat and told my friend about that. They laugh at me, no really surprise there, I knew they would. Then they teach me about how to order drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you say Tea or Teh, they give you Sweet Milk Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you say Coffee or Kopi, they give you Sweet Milk Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this far it's the formula is X = X + Sweet + Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you say Teh O (yep, pronounced: "te o"), they give you Sweet Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. If you say Coffee O( "kofe o"), they give you Sweet Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the formula is X O = Sweet X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If you say Tea O Kosong, (kosong as in Indonesian or Malaysian), they give you just Tea, without milk and sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you say Coffee O Kosong, same as above, they give you just Coffee without milk and sugar, or Black Coffee.. like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formula is X O Kosong = X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If you want a Cold tea or coffee, just add "Peng" in all above (pronounced: "peng")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you said Teh Peng, then you'll have the same drink that I had. A sweet iced milk tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee O Peng =  Sweet Iced coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend have no idea about "Coffee O Peng Kosong" or "Coffee O Kosong Peng" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead try and let me know, okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that one I think I would say Coffee O Kosong, Cold.. Slight stop before Cold or Peng might tell the drink seller about the whole idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If you want your drink to be sweet but not to sweet, you can add Siew Dai (pron:"Siu Tai")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Siew mean less.. but that's it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I still searching what to say if I want my coffee not too black. But for the opposite, if you want it to be very black, you can add Gao (pron: "kao"). You can even double it, Gao gao ("kao kao")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it.. enjoy Singapore!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cutelization in Mandanglish&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I mean by Cutelization in Mandanglish is exactly cutelization in mandanglish. Mandanglish is simply MandarinEnglish, an english in mandarin. So the whole idea is English word being cutely pronounced in Mandarin accent. So you say it like a little girl from some anime that might actually learn English say it. Bye -&gt; Pai. Can you imagine that?? Good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's might not suit you if you're male with strong masculine face, beard and mustache, thick eyebrow and horrifying gaze and your body muscle is built like a brick stack. Just like me, it doesnt suit my "profile". Try Liam Neeson's or Mickey Rourke's or Jason Statham accent, it suits us people who wear angry Wolverine face all the time, even when we're smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you're female, (I think it's safe for all kind of female to do this Cutielization in Mandanglish), or you a pretty boy, beautiful boy, you know those males that have porcelain face like girl or even cutier, then doing this Cutelization in Mandanglish is okay for you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ups!! .., no hate here ladies and pretty gentleman.. no gender bias, no male segregation offense,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no any kind of offense, okay?!.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all love here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.sic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3092258007520654741?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3092258007520654741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3092258007520654741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3092258007520654741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3092258007520654741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-order-drink-in-singapore.html' title='How to order drink in Singapore!!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6016349160871500825</id><published>2010-11-30T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:34:40.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to do..</title><content type='html'>So I've been in Singapore for almost a month looking for a job. Like all you out there already guess, yep I was quit from the previous company. Eventhough, the boss didn't technically fired me, but I knew that the moment is right to move on. So here I'am moving to Singapore, another city, another country and definitely another job. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope for the best here.. I really need a job to start living here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having nothing to do actually is not my kind of things. I cant play decent music coz I didnt have my dear guitar and Ibanez bass with me.  I cant draw coz I left the Intuos graphic pad at home. And so does gaming. With this old laptop here, I almost have limited options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least I can run Google Chrome to browse for jobs, and running open office to edit my resume, cv, and cover letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you read my last post about Travel Mate 290, yep that old acer laptop is what I have right now. The main problem is that the memory is only 256 Mb and shared with graphic card made it less than 24o Mb. Actually my friend laugh to the fact that his iPhone have more memory than this old laptop. Say goodbye to heavy graphic games and my painting software. All I have here is only Youtube, G4 TV, and Class 95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once or twice I really miss my tower PC with dual or quad core (I forgot) and Nvidia GTX 9800. There's a lot things I could do with that if it's here. I remember I told my friend about this and she told me to play Facebook games for killing time. But really man, facebook games?? naaah.. The game might be good but I think I simply need great graphics, great gameplay, storyline, challenges, and also decent sound system. Hmm now I miss my 9.1 speaker system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is it. There's no point to be sorry about it. What I need right now is a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's happened when I'm sick of youtube, or when G4 TV is lagging like hell, or simply dont want to listen to Class 95? Here's the surprise.. tadaaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM WRITING...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep ladies and gentlemen.. I'm back at writing novel.. and even greater this time, I'm not just write, but I'm learning about writing technique.. I kinda amazed with all this new thing I learned recently. Things I should know long ago I think. Now I realized I've been into blocking because I simply write my story in a ineffective ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm learning about this Snowflake method and some technical aspect on writing like Scene and Sequel, MRUs,.. etc.. I must admit, Google is really helpful when it comes to learning just random thing on internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from learning the writing technique, I also using a writing software, yWriter, to help me write properly.. I cannot write much about this software. But, lots of people out there gave a good testimonial about this software.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just you all wait for the result.. If my swing mood is not too bad, I might coming up with nice story out of this.. hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I got Writing on my activity list. Great isn't it? At least I got another thing to do when I got nothing to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is.... guess what.. If I'm not on Youtube, G4 TV and Class 95 AND not writing.. guess what I'd do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking..?? nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random browsing..?? nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping..? Sounds nice but naah.. I sleep a lot.. more sleeping should be avoided..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the correct answer is.. "I'm learning.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what is I'm learning about.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FILM MAKING...!! Yeah..!!! I'm really excited about this one.. yes I really am..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning about film making... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those, Shooting technique, coloring, until creating effects and some freaking 3D technique.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you wait... JUST YOU WAIT for my I-hope-it-will-be-great film!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some useful links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;writing technique - &lt;a href="http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/"&gt;http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;film making special effects tutorial - &lt;a href="http://www.videocopilot.net/"&gt;http://www.videocopilot.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;film making tutorial - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/filmriot"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/filmriot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.sic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-6016349160871500825?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6016349160871500825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=6016349160871500825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6016349160871500825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6016349160871500825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-to-do.html' title='Something to do..'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-7090347930295986941</id><published>2010-10-12T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:22:57.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Screen ndis.sys w22n51.sys Intel PRO/Wireless 2200BG</title><content type='html'>For those who spent hours to solve this Blue Screen of death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent like 8 hours or more to find out why my sick old laptop crash when I turn on the wireless radio switch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is: w22n51.sys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tough at first it said ndis.sys, but when I turned all services off the BSOD still happens and said w22n51.sys instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people couldnt solve this because everywhere on the internet they share the old buggy driver, even on the laptop manufacturer website (mine is acer)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel have fixed this bug on 2009, and post the driver on their website.. So if you have same problem with mine, just go to intel websites and search for new driver for this Intel PRO/Wireless 2200BG and try it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloadcenter.intel.com/SearchResult.aspx?lang=eng&amp;amp;keyword=%22w22n51%22"&gt;http://downloadcenter.intel.com/SearchResult.aspx?lang=eng&amp;amp;keyword=%22w22n51%22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it solved my problem, no more bsod when I turned on the wireless device..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;- many ndis.sys BSOD is simply solved by switching hardware slots (mostly memory)&lt;br /&gt;- many ndis.sys BSOD is actually a different driver problem, so try turn off all windows services and see if the BSOD still happens and caused by other thing.&lt;br /&gt;- turned off all services is done from msconfig (start-&gt;run-&gt;msconfig), on services tab click disable all services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck&lt;br /&gt;.zoc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-7090347930295986941?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/7090347930295986941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=7090347930295986941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7090347930295986941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7090347930295986941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2010/10/bsod-ndissys-w22n51sys-intel.html' title='Blue Screen ndis.sys w22n51.sys Intel PRO/Wireless 2200BG'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6708785312222090830</id><published>2010-09-05T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:03:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chords for Maaya Sakamoto (坂本真綾) - DIVE</title><content type='html'>One of my super talented friend, a composer, he post a youtube link on facebook. It's Maaya Sakamoto's song called DIVE.. go check it out at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yayqThcHsGQ this is a very nice song.. most people will love it I think,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my version of chord, a bit simple but playable I think. There's a lot of split code because I was learning the bass line before checking the chord, but trust me the slash chord make it sound nicer:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaya Sakamoto (坂本真綾) - DIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;written at sorryiamdead.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#sus4 (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#/C A#m7 G#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BMaj7 A#m7 F#Dim7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fm7 A#m7 D#m G#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#sus4 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#/C A#m7 G#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BMaj7 A#m7 F#Dim7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#/F  D#/G  G#7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#  BMaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A#7sus4 - A#7  AMaj7  C#/G#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#sus4/G  C#/G#  G#7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#  BMaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A#7sus4 - A#7   AMaj7  C# /G#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;D#/G  F#  G#7  C#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interlude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;AMaj7 BMaj7  2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#  C#sus4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#sus4 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C# C#/C A#m7 G#m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BMaj7 A#m7 F#Dim7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#/F  D#/G  G#7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#  BMaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A#7sus4 - A#7   AMaj7  C# /G#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;C#sus4/G  C#/G#  G#7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C#  BMaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A#7sus4 - A#7   AMaj7  C#/G#  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;D#/G  F#  G#7  A#m D#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;F#  G#7  C#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PS: Please note that split chord meaning you play the chord on another root, for example: D#/G, it means you play D# chord with G root (bass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;finger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E|-------|-------|---1---|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-B|-------|-------|-------|---2---|-------|-------|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-G|-------|-------|---1---|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-D|-------|-------|-------|-------|---3---|-------|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-A|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------|---4---|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-E|-------|-------|---1---|-------|-------|-------|-------|-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = index finger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2 = middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 = ring finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 = pinky finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;by .sic.zoc.rpz.peter (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you got better chord for this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz.sic.zoc.peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-6708785312222090830?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6708785312222090830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=6708785312222090830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6708785312222090830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6708785312222090830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2010/09/chords-for-maaya-sakamoto-dive.html' title='Chords for Maaya Sakamoto (坂本真綾) - DIVE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-2077506664090113515</id><published>2010-09-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:28:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest happy b'day ever ?</title><content type='html'>Last week, precisely at Thursday, I got fired.. Or something like that I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've been struggling building some e-commerce application from zero, well further down I think I started from negative one hundreds if I may describe it with number.. A bit too much maybe but, I admit I never done anything close to that.. So I had a research, draw the plans, design, architecture analysis, database designing etc you name it!.. and while I did all that I was also building the application.. One man army, a familiar picture of IT Industry nowdays as a result of bloodbath price war on last decade.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic.. Now the worse part is my boss, the ape.. He kept pushing and gone angry at me.. He think something like that should be done in 4 days.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 4 days my ass!! It was a tiresome effort to explain technically about what I was doing.. It was like explaining how to build a airplane to a prehistoric dumb ape or worse.. Trust me on that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a simple analogy, he knows that I've build a bicycle, with pedal, wheel and steer etc.. and now he wants me to build an airplane, which is I've never made before.. while I was doing it, that ape kept saying that it takes too long,.. And trust me every time I tried to explain all that aerodynamic thing, Bernoully's Principle, gravity, machinery he just responded with his disappointment, anger, and dumbness that I'd rather not wasting my time to hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that very day he came down and put a meeting and asked me.. &lt;br /&gt;"what are our status? 80 percent? 90 percent?", He asked with mockery..&lt;br /&gt;"When will it finished? today? tonight? next week? next month? next year?", okay, he started the war..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine, what would Thomas Alva Edison said when his boss came down and asked him this? What would Graham Bell said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever, I tried with all manners to explain it.. I'm a straightforward person when talked about things like this, about things that I really know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had an argument, words after words and suddenly, the ape went BOOM! &lt;br /&gt;Surprised me and everybody else in the room.. yelled at me told me get out.. and that ape even tried to throw some billboard markers at me.. silly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe someone at some other company have already successfully build this module, maybe ebay does, mabye Amazon does, but hell everybody knows they hired a group of phd's from standout university there.. but here they have me and only me, a Bachelor from corner of Asia's deepshit that people wont even notice on the map. I think I'm the one who have the most resource about all technology required and related to this project. This ape never gave out training, and all he did is hand me a half page of specification which sounds like "I want some kind a bicycle that can fly across countries". While I must do my own research, pushing my hours more than 12 hours a day, through Saturday and Sunday for three weeks to build that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to a friend, friends and talked about it.. I gave it a lot of thought.. And finally I realized that all just shits there.. no career, no raise, no bonus, no reward and no respect.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for all this lesson.. He really knows how to say "Happy Birthday!".. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sic.zoc.rpz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-2077506664090113515?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/2077506664090113515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=2077506664090113515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/2077506664090113515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/2077506664090113515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2010/09/greatest-happy-bday-ever.html' title='Greatest happy b&apos;day ever ?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-1170451259199147061</id><published>2009-08-22T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:09:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day that as wierd as any day never be..</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday, suddenly I remember I always dreamed that 2009 will be my last one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened this year.. changes that somehow affect how I see life and how it works.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smoking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at precisely 00:00:00 1 January this year, I bought my fave malboro white lights and been struggling to quit smoke since then.. well, I'm lucky last week I got bored of it and maybe I'll quit for a while or hopefully a long time from now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2008 maybe I just smoke a total of 10 or less.. but this year I went to a lot lot more than that.. so that's a quite something I could say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Music and My Band, Ozone Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entering 2009 was hard.. we all realized it when we lost our keyboardist.. a very much talented keyboardist/pianist I ever met.. a great song writer too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning 2 year ago I've seen this.. but I thought as an artist it's not so dangerous if each of us have our own idealism.. especially about music, and how we put it together as a band and how we run this band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when things were rough with our keyboardist real life and his family, the band also feels the suffering somehow and finally at few point that we can not accept that, we told him to change or leave.. and he leaved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only four of us, the band had a very slow progress on reaching our targets.. I remember many many of plan we had, where actually was planned by our hardworking drummer and his girlfriend our vocalist,.. but those plans somehow canceled and ruined and few of them made us have a serious fight sometimes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time when the band had not having any progress some of each of our idealism and our ego began to hurt each other.. I thought, maybe last year we can tolerate this kind of thing because it's all for the sake of the band and we can see the band had significant progress.. like new video clip, new album/recording, events, radio station interview, and anything.. but not at this time when the band was not going anywhere, simple thing like song arrangement can hurt one or each of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the band game (I forgot the title) compatibility is a very important thing,.. a band member should have a green point or compatible toward each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I sensed the opposite on the band.. somehow we're not compatible to each other.. so when the band went nowhere.. our idealism hurt each other.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not three weeks ago we were all fed up and full of this shit and we decided to broke the band up.. dismissed.. and we're going on our own way now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me I was hurt like a .. I dont know.. right now I'm not feeling like playing any music anymore.. sometime I dont like me being like this.. but that's me what I'm accepted.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically a quiter.. I cant stand an activity or relationship for a long time, even though I always spent a quite fortune, my body and soul to whatever things I'm doing (I can swear you I've spent more than you can imagine all this years for this band).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm quit playing music.. I'm saying good bye to all my gears, my elec guitar, elec bass guitar, Demeter Optical Compressor (most expensive bass effect), GEB7, EHX Micro  Synth and other my bass effects, my xio synth/midi controller (most expensive gear ever T__T), my zoom g7uit effect (quite expensive too.. I lend it to my guitarist and I think he would never return it, God bless him.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm saying good bye to all my private music project/youtube/facebook/tabs etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writing novel, drawing comic and play game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant live without doing some art or having some fun activities,.. so when I'm not in office (working is fun) I practice drawing character for my novel.. trying to make an illustration for each them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a sample of few famous actor/actress  that I like (coz their pic are all over the internet, easy for modeling :p)&lt;br /&gt;from Morgan Freeman, Samuel L Jackson, Zooey Deschanel, Nicole Kidman, Johny Depp and Keanu Reeves, I done Johny and Samuel pretty close.. Zooey and Nicole are looks like somebody else hehe.. I'm still not too good at drawing pretty woman/girl.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like always,.. I always dream big,.. so I think I'm going to buy that wacom intuos 4, learning few things on photoshop (I already master the basic :D) and maybe taking a serious course on graphic design,.. maybe I'm going back to campus :p .. who knows when I'm going crazy.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck on this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to describe this.. I went out with 3 girls this year.. but those relationship were not last for long.. maybe I'm just lucky or not lucky I don't know.. but I learned so much and realized what people keep telling me about.. I need to reorganize my activity so I can spend my time wisely with people around me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking long long time thinking about buying a new car,.. I finally take a bold decision to buy a motorcycle.. hahaha.. damn I cant afford a new car, I'm not too good with money anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck with this bike.. all registration and paperworks are not done yet.. so I cant take this baby nowhere at the moment.. but I'm looking forward to have fun with it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing I just realized.. I never thought I have this many friends.. every year at my birthday I always surprised with count of people that gave me greetings.. and most of them seems to know me very well.. it's kinda awkward isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;life and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I'm 27.. everyday since I was 5 (I remember that's when I was smart enough to think of something) I always set my life to not life too long. And when I graduate primary school, I remember I gave it a serious thought about how soon I wanted to die.. and after I entered high school, I decided to live not longer than 27.. you see I dont have such of ... what's the right word??.. passion or dream to live longer... well I dont wanna suicide, cos I hate being hurt and my pride wont allow me to be ridiculously killing my self.. but I cant stop thinking of an epic or simple death.. I am a "superhero" thinker, I always have superhero chronologies running in my head and it's always end up as an epic death as no other ever had.. and it's always me.. lately I've been thinking that plain simple peaceful death is okay too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is amazing, I'm not sick of it or whatever that makes me hate it, hmm maybe a bit, but not so much a reason to motivate me to off my life. Somehow there's something about life itself made me really want to end it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I'm 27 I wish that I dont have to see my 28 birthday.. but I dont know how to achieve it.. and out of that I have plans about what should I do in 2 years or 5 years or even 10 years in the future.. it's like wanting to have a 1 trillion palace with private jet plane etc.. having a death seems to be unreachable and something that definitely not easy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I went to visit my girlfriends' father who has a damn serious lung problem, my girlfriend is a Muslim and I'm a Christian, she's poor and have a (very) poor family and I'm not, but she is a brightest girlfriend I ever with so far, very smart etc.. but out of traditional values, religion views I was prepared to hear, her father mad at me about not appreciating life.. he was mad like hell and told me a long story and many wise words about life.. about how people struggling hard to do anything just to keep living and gratefully live their life everyday etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my girlfriend was also mad at me.. I remember she said that the way of how I think life is will directly affect others too, and especially her.. she loved me so much and she was afraid that she was nobody for me coz I dont take this life so seriously etc.. she was mad like a jealous girl.. and I was never be able to explained it, not to her, not to anybody else.. so maybe no one would ever understand what exactly it is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-1170451259199147061?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/1170451259199147061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=1170451259199147061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1170451259199147061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1170451259199147061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-that-as-wierd-as-any-day-never-be.html' title='a day that as wierd as any day never be..'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-7694053803234857887</id><published>2009-06-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:26:47.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doing things</title><content type='html'>hmm.. how to say it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it feels to have many things that you love to do, and you're very good at, but you don't have enough time to do them all? well for me I feel annoyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just that... there are several things that needs much time learning/practicing/doing to be really good at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like coding, for example. I really like coding (coding is writing program to create application/websites/services/etc).. but I just cant master them all; web programming, desktop programming, networks, etc.. it would take all the time in the world to understand them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not just time, but the 'amount' of each things that you'd love to do is limiting you to just 'choose' one or few.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Focus at few things..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. now I choose .net and web programming.. and database things... and also client scripting.. because I like them and I'm fairly good at them.. so, will I be satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer is no,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example: client scripting, ... &lt;br /&gt;client scripting is a small part of web programing (now a big part I guess)&lt;br /&gt;not three days ago I just read JQuery library and until now I really don't have any clues of what's going on there... I don't want to just use JQuery, I decided to 'understand' it.. and guess what; it took more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like it or not, I have to limit my time on 'learning' JQuery coz I still have other things to do that required parts of my 'time'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can focus on learning scripting on all my time, but I wouldn't do that.. by focus on doing only few things, I sacrifice other things.. and I just dont like it that way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Organize the tasks.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's once I decide to improve my quality of living.. I decided to stay away from programming things when I'm at home and doing other things that I like.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at home I only do reading books, watching movie, playing games, doing some social activity, etc.. &lt;br /&gt;well, since sometimes they're boring, I add other activities,.. playing musical instrument.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, look what's happened next.. I play musical instrument, learning digital recording, and gotten into serious musical band and suddenly realize I need more time to be good at it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me to quit doing some things I'm not good at or things that a bit pointless and meaningless, just to add time on other things I need to focus at.. but, when you're very good on many things that you really love to do.. you'll find that there is always 'so little time so much to do'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prioritize..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I still have many things I hate to do.. like eating, driving, calling, texting (I hate cellphones),..etc.. prioritize is simple when it comes to such activity.. I can easily sacrifice them.. &lt;br /&gt;but when it came to things that I like, would be hard to decide which one should be done.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with normal calculation it's should be simple,.. about 8++ hours for office things, few hours for music, and doing other things for the rest of time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course you cant deny how complicated this life makes us to spend more time on 'waiting' activity.. like traffic jam and queue.. and even cruel with deadlines and emergency office things, more time have to be switched over from other activities.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing I really love to do and I'm really good at is SLEEPING,.. how can I prioritize things when I don't really want to wake up before sleeping 8 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time really is.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz.. prioritized organized focused task wont help much on satisfying simple human on doing things he love to do and very good at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always this 'time' that flavors the life we live,.. and more importantly, I guess, the 'time' itself that put any value/meaning/merit on the things we done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. that's living a life,... I wonder how it's like being dead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-7694053803234857887?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/7694053803234857887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=7694053803234857887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7694053803234857887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/7694053803234857887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2009/06/doing-things.html' title='doing things'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-5590241842086903066</id><published>2009-02-14T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:39:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love, In Sadness.. [L'Arc en ciel - Hurry Xmas  bass tabs]</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you can find Hurry XMas bass tab below this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day just passed, so I think it's okay to be a little bit sentimental.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in few years ago, I had love that quite pure about a girl. A girl that took me years to let go. And when I finally can let her go, I found myself changed far different than I was before. Well, my friend said, it's quite simple for me to find a girl, build a relationship, for fun or serious, get settled, on and on. But, it's not. Either I lack something or maybe those love are just not meant to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got plenty of chances and moments where I'm at the door and all I have to do is walk into a relationship, but I hesitated. Somehow I have this doubt about love and anything related. I have this doubt about the girl, the situation I'm in, the feeling  I had and almost everything in the universe felt so wrong. So instead of having it, I took a steps back and let it passed. There's always this "something is wrong" feeling hit me when I'm at it. And either I choose to go on or leave it behind, love always flies away. Always this "..wrong girl in a wrong place..", and honestly I'm quite annoyed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's feels like I can never be with the one I loved, for all reason that maybe only God knows why.. AND I just cant love others that have loved me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August, last year I 'accidentally' had a relationship, but we both know it wont work out so we broke it. She is a nice girl, and she loved me. I think I love her to but I didnt, in annoyingly way that I just cant force myself to love her. At first I thought it's fun and challenging, in the end I found myself so down knowing that I just cant love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's should be easy, that's what my friends said. If it's just about good looking I have the look, I have the money if it's about material, and I think other else are just fairly acceptable, my attitude, sense of humor, mass body weight, knowledge, habit etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on I've met hundreds maybe thousands girl and none work out. I have to agree, this is getting complicated. Well, I tried to keep it simple.. hehe.. I always have a catch, few dates, but none work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met one tonight, on valentine celebration, few dances, talks and drinks help us getting along, but that's it I think. Dunno if I have to call her for another dates. I just don't have this 'feeling' that I had when I met the first girl I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong here, that girl is just a girl to me now. Even though it was hard, I  managed to let her go. In fact we never had a relationship back then. And I have other girl, a girl that oh God I would give all my world just in case both of us 'allowed' to be together. But we can't, not only we separated thousands miles away, there's other thing that block us away. And to keep it simple, I wont wait for her. Unless God himself come and make a way, I think no human can unite us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had this 'long specification requirements' for type of girl that I liked.. haha.. but I dont.. well maybe I do, but dunno what it is anymore. I also think this is not about "my type" of girl etc. It's just about moments and chances, rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just take it easy", a friend says,..  "coz when it comes, it will be inevitable to resists", she added... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,.. 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[L&apos;Arc en ciel - Hurry Xmas  bass tabs]'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6133450471034129619</id><published>2009-02-09T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:54:54.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing oh writing</title><content type='html'>Long time no write,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the music player is located at the end of this post.. in case you hear music played)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I just realized I never finished writing bass tab for covering Hurry X-Mas (by L'Arc~en~Ciel). I've been into quite many things lately,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mountains of workload at office, well I'm handling web payment module now, I think I can never escape from money/finance module. After two years dealing with Investment (Mutual Fund) Web Application, now I'm back at online payment, dealing with Credit Card and Complains T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Digital recording, wanna know what music I made while learning mixing sounds and music? try some &lt;a href="http://www.jukeboxalive.com/audio_play_offsite.php?mid=1994191&amp;amp;skin=1994249"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'm gonna spend quite a fortune for new sound-card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clubbing,.. After almost a year I never go to a club, but this January, I spent every weekend at this club, CJ (Mulia Hotel). Well I must admit, I've been everywhere and this place is simply the best. The band performing now is X-Es is a great band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a video of myself playing music, and post it at youtube. Well from what I see me playing there, I say this man is quite a noob.. check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/zocovero"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. and this is my newest video, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqYGBzVaOX4"&gt;me playing Red Cliff in piano&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few video that quite good I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Playing Superstar in Piano (Tokyo Jihen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUhkQKY5XTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUhkQKY5XTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Playing Killer Tune (Tokyo Jihen) Bass Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKXmXxETwus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKXmXxETwus&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Playing Hurry X-Mas (L'Arc~en~Ciel) Bass Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCjW7NgdvrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCjW7NgdvrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is few music I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="418" height="367" &gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.jukeboxalive.com/player/big_tabloid_custom_embed.swf" FLASHVARS="sid=1994191&amp;skin_mid=1994249&amp;method=play" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="418" height="367" name="audiocal_player3" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about tabs,.. I'll post another tabs later,.. maybe that Hurry X-Mas, coz I almost finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz-zoc-sic-ice-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-6133450471034129619?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6133450471034129619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=6133450471034129619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6133450471034129619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6133450471034129619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2009/02/writing-oh-writing.html' title='Writing oh writing'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-546212884963086056</id><published>2008-10-28T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:59:18.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress in band and work ^^</title><content type='html'>Hi... after doing other blog about my gaming and writing live (yes I wrote a novel) .. I decide to write here, my musical and office life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well many changes happened in my office.. my boss was replaced, there little stir there and issues bout the company will be closed etc.. I almost lost a job back then, hehe.. dont worry seems like everything is fine now.. though several people were resigned, but we got many new partners.. and gladly I can somehow feel relaxed now, I got less job to do ^^ well my new product manager is the worst than ever but also a good leader.. so I think I'm gonna be fine here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing tabs for L'Arc en Ciel - Hurry X-mas but I'll write it for 4-string bass.. so.. I'm half way there.. I'll post when it finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,.. my band now has a video clip and also has release an album, EP, contains 5 songs.. but until this step I honestly feel there are much more to do before I can call it a 'success'.. We've been doing great and we keep making progress. Wish me and my band a great luck coz we will keep doing our best to be successful in with this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-546212884963086056?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/546212884963086056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=546212884963086056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/546212884963086056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/546212884963086056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2008/10/progress-in-band-and-work.html' title='Progress in band and work ^^'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6240452585981179517</id><published>2008-04-14T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:19:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsuka Ai - Neko Ni Fusen Guitar Tab</title><content type='html'>Hi all, it's been so long since the last time I wrote this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my life has changed, It's slightly better now.. not too many silly work life, and I finally in a very good band rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so busy,.. in early Dec 2007 I join a band, we play pop rock music.. a japan pop rock music.&lt;br /&gt;We all like Otsuka Ai, also Aiko.. If you listen to our song you'll find some of our music are sounds like Otsuka's and Aiko's music. Well we tried not to copycat all of them but we make it in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my band, the recording session is almost finished. Damn, for first time in my life I take a bass recording and I can say that Recording Bass is not easy. I play bass with my low priced Ibanez SDGR series.  And I dont know what's wrong with recording with that bass, no matter I tweak the setup I cant find the bass sound I like, not even close. Well I think I have to find new Fender Jazz bass later. hmm.. dont have the money yet,.. but someday I'll buy.. maybe for the next recording session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not me, i think all of my band member are having difficulty in taking our song,.. well it's a little bit unusual, coz we need more than 8 x 6 hours to finish just 3 songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dec 2007, we got many problem on the band,.. we got no guitarist from jan to early march and finally we're making progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about the topic, Neko Ni Fusen, I think this song has great great chord progression.&lt;br /&gt;Playing this song with acoustic guitar giving me the sense of "fullness in music", that's my term for feeling maximum enjoyment on  playing music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this time for guitars,.. next time I might post another bass tab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Neko Ni Fusen by Otsuka 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/&gt;A-x--x--x--x--|-3--3--3--3--|-2--2--2--2--|-0--0--0--0--|&lt;br /&gt;E-x--x--x--x--|-------------|-------------|-------------|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingering help:&lt;br /&gt;Bm7 = http://www.all-guitar-chords.com/index.php?ch=B&amp;amp;mm=m7&amp;amp;v=2&lt;br /&gt;GM7 = http://www.all-guitar-chords.com/index.php?ch=G&amp;amp;mm=maj7&amp;amp;v=3&lt;br /&gt;Em7 = http://www.all-guitar-chords.com/index.php?ch=E&amp;amp;mm=m7&amp;amp;v=7&lt;br /&gt;D== = http://www.all-guitar-chords.com/index.php?ch=D&amp;amp;mm=&amp;amp;v=5&lt;br /&gt;DM7 = http://www.all-guitar-chords.com/index.php?ch=D&amp;amp;mm=maj7&amp;amp;v=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly this song is played using barred 2nd fret..&lt;br /&gt;for another movement just arrange three other finger,..&lt;br /&gt;I found it sounds great when i play it that way..&lt;br /&gt;and for x1 - x12 seriously sorry I dunno what they called,..&lt;br /&gt;I'll update them later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz .sicodoc&lt;br 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Ai - Neko Ni Fusen Guitar Tab'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-8763927129802490211</id><published>2007-11-29T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:20:29.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune Bass Tab (completed)</title><content type='html'>As I promised yesterday,.. I finally finished Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune Bass Tab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was planned to translate this song on my very free days,.. it almost December anyway, I should get more free days or maybe less busy day. Weeks ago when I firstly tried to translate this song it was so damn hard.. I cant even trace the bass notes. Too bad I thought, coz this song is fun, especially with the walking bass. So I keep it for later, when I got most of the time and great concentration. That was I thought. Just because I cant sleep with wet hair, so I browse a little on the internet; I always got shower when I came back home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I do the "googling" on the google, and try to find a band vacant on my town via internet. Well, after finished post my CV of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fair/noob bassist,  looking for a band, genre japan rock jazz pop.. etc etc&lt;/span&gt;" on one of those musical community forums, I go to google to search for any good tabs I could think of. But when I search "tokyo jihen killer tune bass tab" google returns one you-tube link, somebody already made a cover for the bass. The video is nice I think, the bass player is good. I suddenly Inspired, but especially because my hair were still wet, I grab my bass and try to translate this song again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and .. tadaaaa... this is the result. Took me 4 hour yesterday, I might not go to sleep if it's not workdays. It's just an irony; not like planned before, I finish this song in my very busy workdays. Currently I handle 5 project on the office. Got one that killing my time the most, got one that killing my brain the most, and the rest might go the same. I need money to live anyway. That's why we go to work, right? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel my life is pathetic, I still cant maximize my musical life, something I really really wanna do the most, join a band or jamming or maybe being serious and go to recording etc.. But I also know that I'm lucky I got life that others can only dream of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realize that life sometimes ain't turn out the way we hoped it would. Some dreams don't matter so much anymore,.. left behind in the realm of impossibleness... but, life still goes on.. it never wait and never care. I guess maybe it's too late or maybe I step on wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we shall cherish what we got right now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my silly life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I present you, my bass tab of Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124 - 4/4 - G# Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|----------6--6---6--|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|----------3---------|--------------------|6--8-9-10------6----|&lt;br /&gt;4-------------------|3-------------------|1-------------------|--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/8763927129802490211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/11/tokyo-jihen-killer-tune-bass-tab_29.html' title='Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune Bass Tab (completed)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-8675208338870425427</id><published>2007-11-28T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:49:14.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I cant Sleep</title><content type='html'>Ugh.. I cant sleep.. so I transcribe the Tokyo Jihen - Killer Tune Bass Tabs.. Well, it's so hard, especially when I'm sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I just finished half of it.. I'll continue tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night,.. and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edited, I completed the tab, please find it on my next blog entry .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, I change the tittle also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-8675208338870425427?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8675208338870425427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=8675208338870425427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/8675208338870425427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/8675208338870425427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/11/tokyo-jihen-killer-tune-bass-tab.html' title='When I cant Sleep'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-391754965811961140</id><published>2007-11-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:44:34.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsuka Ai - Heart Bass Tab</title><content type='html'>Phew,.. after few stressing days finally I got some spare time to balance my life. I think after too much work, enjoying my spare time for my own things are felt really2 great.. Well maybe because this Thursday everything seems to be all set, I think I'm gonna get a very peaceful weekend tomorrow.. hehe tomorrow is still friday anyway.. a drop of bomb may ruin my weekend,.. no one knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my spare time, I got nearly an hour or two everyday to play music, watching anime, read books,.. but because I promise to post Otsuka Ai - Heart bass tab, so I spent all to do write it. Well, it took me two days to finish it.. it's done anyway so please enjoy it. You'll find it below this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday or a day before, can't remember exactly when, my friend show me videos from rising sun rock fes 2007, while watch it, I kept thinking: when do I perform on a stage like them (I watch dragon ash, bump of chicken, ellegarden, max th hormone, etc). Too bad I quit from my band months ago.. Well I realize, work is important too, getting money for living is sure important. But, if I'm going to be this busy for all of my life, I cant never make my dream come true, I always wanted to be in a successful band.. what an irony, right now writing this, I'm watching tokyo jihen dynamite out video concert, what a perfect flawless band..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit story about my band, I was recruited by the vocalist, which also the head of the band. It's a punk-rock band,. I really like Ellegarden, so punk-rock is okay with me. First they plot me to play electric guitar as melody.. but I was really bad on that, so I was kicked,.. but not long until they fired their bassist, so there I was, playing bass for the band. It's quite an experience for almost 6 months, playing in a band, two live performance. I think it's good. Good enough until I realized that I got no money left.. hehe.. silly me I was unemployed, just resigned from my old company.. so when I got this opportunity to work on a project with good pay, I just took it.. Well the other things are my band shown no good prospect to the future, plus other few consideration. So I quit the band, because I have to move to another city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8 months ago, more or less, for quite a sort time there I felt that I really be full of my self when I was in the band, well work on your hobby is a really great living. I think I should get into musical school rather than IT. Even though I'm proven good on IT, I can't stop thinking what would I be if I graduated from musical school.. arrgh, I have to be in a band no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not a punk band again I hope, punk-rock's bass are stiff hehe.. this time I prefer normal pop or jazzy pop or some alternative where I can play bass freely.. band like Tokyo Jihen is my perfect picture.. the bass tune is killing.. hehe..  I remember I also translate the bass tab of some of their songs.. maybe I'll post them here anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you looking for a bass player and a newbie one is no problem to you, then you may contact me.. 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;legend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-h hammer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-s slide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-p pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz .sicodoc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-391754965811961140?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/391754965811961140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=391754965811961140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/391754965811961140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/391754965811961140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/11/otsuka-ai-heart-bass-tab.html' title='Otsuka Ai - Heart Bass Tab'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-5491971293667182706</id><published>2007-11-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:25:45.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsuka Ai - Kumuri Uta - Bass Tab</title><content type='html'>Well,.. hello,.. I'm in a very good mod right now and finally finish writing Outsuka Ai  - Kumuri Uta bass tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly there are few notes that hard to catch by my ears,.. maybe my Creative 5.1 speaker is not good for listening bass, but sure it's good for movie or music... hehe.. well next time I'll use my Philips headset instead.. cheap stuff but got crystal clear and sharp bass sound. Too bad, I left it in my office, maybe I'll wirte Otsuka Ai - Heart using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you'll find I split 4/4 into 2-1-1 it's because it takes to long and it will be truncated if I write it in one line. And almost in every Otsuka Ai song, there are few 4/5. I also separate it here, it's the [5th of 4/5]. Well I'm not graudated from musical school so, please forgive me if my style of writing tabs is weird.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;But I can guarantee you that I do my best here. Even though I can hardly reads musical score, I play piano fairly, I play gutar better, I play bass best, and intermediate on drum; If I sing, you can't tell the difference of my voice and Bryan Adams,.. hahaha.. Imagine if there were five of me, then I could form a band of myself.. More importantly, I understand and can write bass tabs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado and further nonsense of mine, and particularly nothing is so special to talk about for my-today anyway,.. lets go to the bass tabs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Otsuka Ai - Kumuri Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78 4/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait 92x no bass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of 4/5&lt;br /&gt;T *====*====*====*====|&lt;br /&gt;G --------------------|&lt;br /&gt;D --------------------|&lt;br /&gt;A --------------------|&lt;br /&gt;E ---------------3s---|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*===*====*===*=====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------9h11-9------|&lt;br 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Tab'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-1405426281530316645</id><published>2007-11-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:04:32.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otsuka Ai - Pocket - Bass Tab</title><content type='html'>After installing 20 PC Games, I found myself in a stupid boredom. I dont know what's so wrong about games these days, they all just very good on Graphic but sucks on gameplay and especially the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to get my bass guitar I lend my friend months ago. I think music maybe will lighten up my life, because it's so hard to be a little bit "positive" lately,.. My life is sucks anyway..&lt;br /&gt;I got three guitars,.. an electric bass, an electric guitar, and a classic guitar. Well I think Im gonna recruit some friend and form a band or something.. I quite good on playing bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song from otsuka ai,.. My friend tells me that she will do me good. Well, silly me, I've known Otsuka Ai song since a year ago and know how to play the guitars or bass,.. I think I'll search my files and publish them here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one, is Pocket.  Maybe I'll post Heart and Kumuri Uta tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the bass tab..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Otsuka Ai Pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;76 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;piano in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*====*====*====*====|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;---------------3s---|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*===*====*===*=====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|*====*====*====*====|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|&lt;br 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out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz .sicodoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-1405426281530316645?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/1405426281530316645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=1405426281530316645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1405426281530316645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/1405426281530316645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-6517013261826286341</id><published>2007-10-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:03:07.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Ninjutzu</title><content type='html'>I lay awake in my bed with my half sleepy eyes. As I just felt my peaceful sleep came, ding, I heard a slightly rock falls, like spoon hit a glass or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I knew it must be a mouse raid again.. darn..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right. I quickly step outside my room, walking to the stairway and look around, I found nothing. But as I turn my back, arrghh.. fuck!!, as a freaking stupid mouse runnin fast towards me.. damn it, Im half sleep, I lost my guard and Im freaked out trying to find for something to throw at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky bastard gone away. That bastard was a big mouse, as big as my 42 sized shoe. Then I spent my one sleep-hour to looking for this stupid mouse.. and still couldnt find it anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sweating, tired, and so angry typing in this entry in my 17 degree Celsius room.. just trying to colling down a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna kill that stupid mouse next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-6517013261826286341?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6517013261826286341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=6517013261826286341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6517013261826286341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/6517013261826286341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/10/mouse-ninjutzu.html' title='Mouse Ninjutzu'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-8279657789571386708</id><published>2007-09-29T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:13:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireman</title><content type='html'>I think Im not that old to feels like Im already old. I try my best to enjoy life, even though the way the life is sucks. But somehow I feel life just never being kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, I talked with my friend overseas. While we talking about work and stuff, I just realized that I have to spent so many efforts to do my job here even those trivial things. I know Im new in this company, as a pro I know how to behave and how to do my job. Hell I've been down in this industries since years ago. But knowing the fact that I am new here, I just dont get it why others could barely help me. I have so many questions that nobody in the team could answer straightly, so I had to circle around lookin for clues. Wasting so much of my precious time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still happy with this company Im currently in. I think it's the best I ever had. But I see like a pattern that life flows me through. A fireman pattern. I found that every time I moved into a new company, I would be the fireman there. It's just bad luck or I don't know what, but I always had a tight deadline, high pressure project and a hell of so not helping team mates. Hmm.. actually it's not that bad, but you can picture it like that. It's like jumping into a burning company and all I have to do is fight the fire alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I survived, the fire is off and nothing is burning again. Thanks to me. Everybody happy,.. but not me. Now that is the bad part. Something suddenly came to draw me apart until finally I quit. Insecure, minor harassment, or maybe I'm just being stupid. But I quit when the fire is stop burning. Nobody ever fires me, they wont do that. They know how good I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im asking too much of this life. Maybe Iam always burning with pride, so I take a 'fireman' job happily. I dont know, but I think I do want a happy life. At least I wish I had no tight stressful deadline, I wish I had no 'so little time too much to do', and nice peaceful work. It's good to came home early. Taking too much overtime mess my daily routine. My life seems unbalance. Too many work things I guess. But again, if it's all not that, then what's there for me? A boredom of a life time ?? no way, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look around I see other people's life is worse than mine. But I also see others that have it better than mine. I've been thinkin what if my life is worse than this. And I also have been thinkin what it's like if it's better. I found it relative. Whether it worse or better I always have something to loose and something to win. I'm not afraid of loosing and I like win, but again, I dont see the point there, It's not what I seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dont want any better or worse than this life. Fuck, I dont know what I want anyway. I think I should be happy doing this "fireman" job. Because it's what I have. I've experienced fighting to have it better and I also let it loose to be worsen sometime. There is no point of which way I should go. I think wherever I stand, it is best for me for some reason. That's why Im livin this life like a dead man. Im going where the wind blows, doing what I am doing, others like it or not, just fuck off. And yes about that, maybe it seems like I dont care for others, but that's how I care for others. I live not to hurt other people doesnt mean I care for them. It's only what life I want to live in, so I do it my way. So does how I did my job all the time. When I see it worth, I will fight. But when it's off, Im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, as a fireman, maybe I like it burning. I think I would never understand why I chase the fire all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rpz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-8279657789571386708?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8279657789571386708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=8279657789571386708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/8279657789571386708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/8279657789571386708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/09/fireman.html' title='Fireman'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491717757047760437.post-3073963199224832209</id><published>2007-09-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:21:58.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; has been created!&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've just created a blog for you. You can now add your posts to it, create your personal profile, or customize how your blog looks.&lt;/p&gt;yep, that's right,.. my dead blog are confirmed dead now,.. funny coz I can't even remember what it was. And how do I know it were dead ?? maybe I just know..&lt;br /&gt;So,.. here we are again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm male,.. people says I'm good looking, very kind person, wise and caring. They just don't know that I care for nothing. So, that just not me, sorry I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I die?&lt;br /&gt;Because simply I'm not alive. It's so boring here, but I'm okay. I'm so empty, but I'm full. I'm in chaos, but I'm happy. I'm tired but I can't sleep. Then I don't know what I want, I don't know what is good to be done, what is good anyway? I seek for nothing yet I have none. No, maybe I'm alive, but sorry I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Because you wouldn't like me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;br /&gt;You are good person, I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the warning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You should not believe in me, unless it's written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rpz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4491717757047760437-3073963199224832209?l=sorryiamdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3073963199224832209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4491717757047760437&amp;postID=3073963199224832209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3073963199224832209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4491717757047760437/posts/default/3073963199224832209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorryiamdead.blogspot.com/2007/09/warning.html' title='the warning'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12537754927210220948</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/_WRKXeUAPk0c/SZCC_coUkNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl8Wah0Dnk0/S220/1_681320596l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
