<?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-11768574</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:06.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it all starts 'ere...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-114290138007303422</id><published>2006-03-20T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:38:37.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>see things from different angle</title><content type='html'>when the last Tree is cut,&lt;br /&gt;the last River is poisoned,&lt;br /&gt;and the last Fish is dead,&lt;br /&gt;...we will discover that we can't eat Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I was on my way to work, tho I was a lil late, I took an extra glimpse at the scenery around me. It caught me in my eyes that Kuching has quite a nice view from the new bridge (Toll Bridge). High rise buildings by the riverside. I guess one sweet day I’ll drop by and snap few pictures. Bet early in the morning when the sun starts to shine the view is even better. May be this weekend…hmm…we’ll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I watched a show on TV3, “My Australian Adventure” sponsored by the Aussie Tourism Board. They went to Tasmania. Nice place with scenic mountainous view, lakes, breezing cold weather, lots of fun activities to be done…while our Tourism Malaysia is busy with “Bercutilah Di Malaysia”…and now they are showing “My Aussie Adventure”…hmmm…maybe the Aussie just preserve their nature better than we do…it all looks so clean and tidy and nice and harmony and inviting…something to ponder huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-114290138007303422?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/114290138007303422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=114290138007303422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/114290138007303422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/114290138007303422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2006/03/see-things-from-different-angle.html' title='see things from different angle'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-114248849406992729</id><published>2006-03-15T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:56:22.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...long long time ago..</title><content type='html'>it has been quite a while since my last entry. so many things has happened tho. change my job, my car got involved in an accident, planing of getting married, in the process of buying a house, thinking of buying another car...mmm what else...let me see...those are the big events, a milestone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i guess i can pick up again from here and start writing again...as i read back what i've written before, it makes me smile...better off for me to continue from ere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-114248849406992729?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/114248849406992729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=114248849406992729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/114248849406992729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/114248849406992729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-timelong-long-time-ago.html' title='long time...long long time ago..'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-114248601152222575</id><published>2006-03-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:13:31.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...isnt it nice...sunset at santubong beach resort...was there with a friend of mine...lepak and having a chit chat and a swim a bit...the water was calm and warm...nice weather though that day...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1632/934/640/sant_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/6108/320/28.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current dream car...test drive the baby last weekend, superb handling...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-112062669864904878?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/112062669864904878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=112062669864904878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/112062669864904878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/112062669864904878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-current-dream-car.html' title=''/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111752863528190113</id><published>2005-05-31T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:37:15.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/6108/640/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/6108/320/4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natural beauty...on the way to Mount Santubong Peak&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111752863528190113?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111752863528190113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111752863528190113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111752863528190113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111752863528190113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/natural-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111710130928896909</id><published>2005-05-26T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:55:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true love...</title><content type='html'>this morning i was talking to my colleague. suddenly this topic pop ups. "true love only come once"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm not really sure if its true. but i'm certain that i agree with the phrase, well actually it flows out from my mouth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well i have my own way of lookin at it. when you love someone, truly loves 'em, u'll put your 100%, or could be &gt;100% for some ppl, if they could...so there will be no more room left for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but consider this, things didnt go your way, sth happen. there will always be bits and pieces from your relationship that stick in your heart...forever. so for the future relationship, there will be no more 100% full swing, coz the past memories of your true love has prominently remain in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…life’s never fair…one can never judge whether its true love or not…theres no gauge for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111710130928896909?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111710130928896909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111710130928896909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111710130928896909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111710130928896909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/true-love.html' title='true love...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111622086739700176</id><published>2005-05-15T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:21:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian...you're fired!!</title><content type='html'>...the apprentice. Last nite, Brian got fired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some lesson learnt last nite, 'get organized' and 'make good decision, fast'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...few mistakes by Brian last night, one of it was not enough planning. OK here's the deal. The team must refurbish, renovate and run the Motel. Well the place looks terrible and they have to do everything in 48 hours with limited budget of $20K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he didn't have any timeline of the detail stuffs that need to be done. he refuse to have proper budget, instead wasting money on unnecessary, unplanned stuffs. he lost respect from his teammate. he didn't get his teammate work as a group. work delegation, mmm quite OK. In the board room, he didn't fight, instead taking all of the failure on his shoulder. overall, he deserved to be fired. no leadership skill at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111622086739700176?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111622086739700176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111622086739700176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111622086739700176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111622086739700176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/brianyoure-fired.html' title='Brian...you&apos;re fired!!'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111580904356310905</id><published>2005-05-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:57:23.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream...dream...dream</title><content type='html'>...very heavy rain in kuching last nite. very2 cold indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i was reading angels &amp; demons last night until i fell asleep. the last scene was at the vatican city, where the commander decided to look for the antimatter, kinda time bomb in a way. that's when it slips to my dream. there goes me, in Vatican city, joining Robert Langdon, Vittoria and the commander walking around in the dark, at the basement of the buildings. it was rather tiring. luckily i woke up at may be around 5 in the morning, due to my h/p sound, its fully charged!! then its all gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the dream makes my night feel virtually so short. i rather have a dreamless sleep than a very adventurous dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this might sounds weird. but if i cant sleep at night, i always have this thought. actually it is just to make my self start dreaming and hopefully will go to sleep soon. i imagine some old guy, with white shirt, tall n skinny, long gray beard, comes to me in my dream. he grant me with 3 wishes. i always wish for a magic stick, which i can have endless number of wishes...greedy huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111580904356310905?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111580904356310905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111580904356310905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111580904356310905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111580904356310905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreamdreamdream.html' title='dream...dream...dream'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111561690604219809</id><published>2005-05-08T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:35:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crippling conception of hopelessness...</title><content type='html'>"...the presupposition that one once knew the answer created the mindset that the answer must exist...thus eliminating the crippling conception of hopelessness" ~ Vittoria Vetra, Angels &amp; Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i never really read novels, i found that normally it's too thick, and that turns me off. *actually its the thought that reading books are not that 'man'...in a way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so my fren juz lend me a really good book to start with. 'da Vincci Code'. I admit it's hard for me to start, bcoz I’m not a really good reader, kinda bit slow. But this book really change my perception. I'm so into it and at times I cant wait to go home and continue on my reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...quoted from the book that I’m reading now, Angels &amp; Demons, this is a thought by a scientist, Ms. Vetra, the character, trapped in a room and trying to find her way out. There must be a solution to every questions, it's juz a matter of time before you figure out the answer...and of course, every solution carries it own risks…and that's how I always set my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111561690604219809?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111561690604219809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111561690604219809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111561690604219809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111561690604219809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/crippling-conception-of-hopelessness.html' title='crippling conception of hopelessness...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111528813606954351</id><published>2005-05-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T03:15:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>differences</title><content type='html'>...i just came back from my weekend trip to KL. Kinda tired coz my days were filled up with activites. Lots of old friends to entertain, meet up, go for makan2, and catch up with their life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...looking at how much they've lead their life so far, having a family, some are expecting for the baby, some juz got one, some juz got married. well, age is catchin up. but whateva, i enjoy my life so far tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my trip this time around kinda bring me a lot of happiness and smiles. eventhough some sad moment slip thru, i kinda have a lots of fun. i get to really "talk" to my gf and sort things out, get to know her perception on our relationship. miscommunication really tear ppl apart, lucky that we manage to sort things out. im grateful for that. its about all about compromise and lots of give an d take to make it work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when i was at the age of 13-17, i have this ego and the fire keeps on burning in me. i get angry rather easily. hot tempered. until i lost my "cinta monyet" in school due to the reason that i'm being to hot tempred, only then i get it...nobody will ever like me anymore if i didnt change my attitude. since then i manage to keep cool and pretty much control my temper...sign of maturity huh...i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111528813606954351?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111528813606954351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111528813606954351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111528813606954351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111528813606954351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/05/differences.html' title='differences'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111395689599318003</id><published>2005-04-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:28:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day in day out...</title><content type='html'>it's just a matter of choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i believe so much that ones can control their own mind, the way they act, how they decide on things, what to think off, and the most important thing to me is that ones can control how they feel about stuffs, about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when my late daddy passed away 4 years ago, it was a great shock for me. I never lost my loved ones before. That's the day when i had my weirdest wake up call by my mum,7 a.m, sunday morning. She was crying at the end of the line while telling me that sad news...out of that split second of confusion, i decided not to show how i actually feels deep inside.  I decided not to spend any tears!! my friends just think off how "cool" i was at that moment. end up they are the one who's crying out loud. thanks so much for caring bout me so much. really appreciate that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so thats the point where i learn that human can control their mind and action by simply decide on what to think of, or how to react. you'll be sad if u choose to, you can be as happy person as you can be if you decide to. Your own world is pretty much controlled by you!!! so learn how to make a solid, rational decision, stand for it and dont ever regret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you made decision day in day out, its just a matter of choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111395689599318003?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111395689599318003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111395689599318003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111395689599318003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111395689599318003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-in-day-out.html' title='day in day out...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111387635772761754</id><published>2005-04-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:05:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and so it is</title><content type='html'>"Once you have Love, you will always Love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111387635772761754?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111387635772761754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111387635772761754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111387635772761754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111387635772761754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-so-it-is.html' title='...and so it is'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111381874440946385</id><published>2005-04-18T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:05:44.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blower's daughter...</title><content type='html'>and so it is...just like you said it would be, life goes easy on me...most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is...the shorter story, no love, no glory...no hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you...I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is...just like you said it should be, we'll both forget the breeze..most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is...the colder water, the blower's daughter...the pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you...I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I say that I loathe you?...did I say that I want to, leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take my mind off you...i can't take my mind off you...i can't take my mind...my mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til I find somebody new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111381874440946385?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111381874440946385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111381874440946385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111381874440946385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111381874440946385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/blowers-daughter.html' title='the blower&apos;s daughter...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111335828457261544</id><published>2005-04-12T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:28:12.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours + 1 minute...</title><content type='html'>last nite i have a big argument/fight with my gf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...relationship is very much complicated since it involve 2 person, having an obviously different thought. its hard to find a balance, require a lot of give and take. some people makes it sound so simple, but deep down, u need to have a lot of sacrifices to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seems like time is never enough in 1 day for my gf. she's been very busy, and tired, and not available all the time. i tried to understand that. and thats the reason why i wish for 1 extra minute in one day to be given to her, for her to spend it with me. i dont demand much, just a lil attention will do...1 minute a day is good enough for me. listening to her voice makes me overjoy...let me correct that, less then a minute will do...if 1 minute is too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm a gemini, very democtaric, easy to be pleased, very much friendly i can say, and she's a leo. very much dominating in a way, strict, firm with decisions, always take charge, doesnt like to be controlled. but in star sign prediction, gemini &amp; leo can be a good match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i never really trust this star sign thing, that can tell pretty much accurate of ones character. but my best fren/colleague here can really tie ones personality to their star sign. and it has got into me now. not to say that i believe in it, but i consider it a good indicator of people's way of carrying themselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111335828457261544?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111335828457261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111335828457261544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111335828457261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111335828457261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/24-hours-1-minute.html' title='24 hours + 1 minute...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111321711371920124</id><published>2005-04-11T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T03:58:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so close yet so far</title><content type='html'>it just doesnt seems to rhyme well, so close yet so far...a complete opposite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one magical thing happens in my frenz life. did u ever have any friends that you've known for such a long time, always be by your side, they've been through so many things with their own life, to find love but to lost them,...but at the end of the day, they're so lucky to have each other to share stories 'bout their life. to share every lil bits n pieces bout how their days have gone. after knowing each other for so long, they just happen to see spark in each other's eyes! so close yet so far...they've been wandering around sooooo far, looking for hope, looking for love, and not knowing that the person that they are looking for is...the one who they really care, a person that really knows them very well, standing right beside them all these while. i consider them both very lucky. i rather call it a serendipity...a fortunate accident. there must be a sign along the way, telling them to be together, and they might have missed is somehow, or ignore it at times. all the things that has happen in their life, actually just to bring them closer to each other...life's weird... all the best red butterfly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…just when you think you know someone good enough, the next second you realize that you actually dont!! it's quite accurate for some cases. i've known one very nice and kind person for like ages, but been away from each other for like forever, good things we always spent times on the phone. lately there's a communication breakdown, of which makes me kinda left behind 'bout what has been goin on with her life. so now i'm lost...juz lost…its like picking the rose petal “do I know her…do I not…do I know her…do I not”…puzzled…and lost…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111321711371920124?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111278297786316976</id><published>2005-04-06T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T03:22:57.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>address 'em by their name...</title><content type='html'>yesterday was quite a buzy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm on my way to work yesterday i tune to mix fm and happen to listen to a caller babbling about being polite and aprreciate other people. one thing that i pick up from her is that "address people by their name", meaning that if the person is wearing a name tag, u call their name. If you go to places such as KFC, Pizza Hut or McDonald, at the cashier counter, there will be a small display of "Hi, I'm Cindy. How can I help you".&lt;---sth like that laa!! Plus all of them are wearing name tag. It is just for the sake of being polite and nice to the people that you deal with. Doesn't matter who they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put youself in their shoes, it would be nice if a total stranger call you by your name. Feels very much appreciated!! I ever wanted to try this out at McD in kuching. But sounds like u're gatal n try hitting on that lady cashier!! But actually, it would be nice though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i picked up is that she was talking about malay couple, husband &amp; wife. Husband dropping off his wife for work, and the wife goes out of the car, go to the other side, and 'salam cium tangan'. Well this caller calls herself as "not a typical malay girl", she suggests that why don't you just kiss your wife, its legal anyway. So much of modern/western culture has got into this lady. Once people get used to it, definately it will become one of our culture. Bet it's not gonna happen anytime soon. We'll stick to malay sopan santun laaa rite!! so old fashion oneee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111278297786316976?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111278297786316976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111278297786316976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111278297786316976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111278297786316976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/address-em-by-their-name.html' title='address &apos;em by their name...'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111266507439441951</id><published>2005-04-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:37:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SePet</title><content type='html'>"It is as near to you as your life,&lt;br /&gt;     but you can never wholly know it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111266507439441951?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111266507439441951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111266507439441951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111266507439441951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111266507439441951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/sepet.html' title='SePet'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111259380377409261</id><published>2005-04-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:50:03.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 guyz 1 gal n a pizza place</title><content type='html'>what a dramatic end to my MBA course. i've had the most difficult exam throughout the course, and it turns out to be the final paper...erghh...no hope for good grade, passing is good enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lil celebration after the exam was over, is even better. feels like im free again. else every weekend is occupied with classes. after d exam i met up with my best frens. have a fun diner @ pizza hut. the food was just fine, but spending time with best frens makes it much better! one thing about spending time with best frens...doesnt matter where you end up "lepaking", but you'll still cherish the moment. so we just end up laying our bum "lepak tepi tangga" of the office nearby the pizza place. talking crap, no substance, non of which will catch your attention but lots of laugh anyway. it was a windy night, n i happen to spot 1 star though it was a cloudy nite. and this "red butterfly" i rather address her here, spot me and she smile and said "eik...stary nite huh", well obviously she read thru my previous entry. and that guy fren is the best fren of this red butterfly, happen to be my best fren too...enough for me to say that we're in the same big circle of fren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangin out with good fren is just so natural, nothing to hide, that's when u can feel that you are being yourself. pretending has never took place in that kind of friendship. makes me miss all of my frens now....mmm...what do u think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111259380377409261?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111259380377409261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111259380377409261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111259380377409261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111259380377409261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-guyz-1-gal-n-pizza-place.html' title='2 guyz 1 gal n a pizza place'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111234711568748766</id><published>2005-04-01T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:18:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine @ 10 am</title><content type='html'>i'm on leave from work today...need a day off to do all the reading for my final, Final Exam. The final paper...and that's the end of my MBA studies. Feels so good after strguggling *as if i was really2 struggling* for 2 years. finally its about to be over. Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i only saw the sunshine sneak through my bedroom's dark purple curtain at 10 am. Feels sooooo good, knowing that my colleagues n friends are sitting at their workplace staring at the pc. made myself cup of nice coffee, and a bowl of megi...but its kinda wierd, that when my mind is out from thinking about work, it is far too relax. Nothing to think of. dont even know how to start my day. probably because its a weekday. you get so used to the routine on weekdays. so once you're off from work, u dont really know what to do. that explains why, the other day, my colleague was on a sick leave, then she end up calling me at the office and start chatting for almost an hour. well i did that too today. i called up ppl at the office n have a lil chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyak!!!! still lots of pages to read....eergkkk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111234711568748766?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111234711568748766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111234711568748766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111234711568748766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111234711568748766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunshine-10-am.html' title='sunshine @ 10 am'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111216007553168066</id><published>2005-03-29T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:21:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning frown</title><content type='html'>this situation happens to me almost every single morning. i just didnt get it when the slow drivers drive their car in the right lane...to be precise, this happen in Kuching. I recon in the earlier days when Kuching has its 1st ever double lane road, there's a signboard saying "Ikut Kiri Jika Tidak Memotong". That was way back in 1980's. Maybe u still can see it somewhere along jln Pedawan towards Kuching city. It really ruin my morning mood *normally i'll set my mood as happy at the beginning of the day* when i bum into this type of driver. And pleaseee...if u're one of them, kindly pull over to the left!! To add up, these people juz didnt get it when i closely tail behind their car and give a high-light signal, hoping for them to pull over, and they juz ignore it!! egrhhh...call me a whiner i dont mind, but some people might be in a hurry for a reason. at the end of the day, lesson learn from it is "take off earlier from your home so that you wont rush while u're on the road"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111216007553168066?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111216007553168066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111216007553168066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111216007553168066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111216007553168066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/03/morning-frown.html' title='morning frown'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111208106570386010</id><published>2005-03-28T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:24:25.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full moon : almost</title><content type='html'>last night was one of the night that i usually wait for...full-moon!!!i dun know why, but it is like woman's menstrual cycle thing (no offense) , it struck me every month. I never missed the glimps of the full moon every month. There are stories behind all this full moon thing. Remind me of a very nice person,best fren, of which, once, we ever spent the whole night, lying on the beach and talking about stuffs. Conversation just flows up till dawn... &lt;br /&gt;But at times when the moon is hiding, i still enjoy the wide open dark night above me. Thru the darkness of the night, emerging stars, shining, located millions mile away. Each looks separated...lonely sitting there by themselves. Mannn!!! what have got into me!!! Sounds so sentimental...but deep inside, that's everything that i never missed staring at every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;Ever talk on the phone while staring at the stars and the other person are looking exactly at the same star?? It's so magical that u can feel that the person is standing right beside you...it might sounds far too romantic, juz try it out...u'll know exactly what i am babbling about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111208106570386010?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111208106570386010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111208106570386010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111208106570386010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111208106570386010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/03/full-moon-almost.html' title='Full moon : almost'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11768574.post-111208097490113337</id><published>2005-03-28T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:22:54.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st entry</title><content type='html'>Well..well..well..looks like ive manage to get myself a blog today! yay! after trying so hard thinking about the right name for my blog, my eyes was caught by this cute notepad someone gave me last year of which it says "a note from bob" on it.i paste it on my cubicle, saw it evry single day...actually there are so many things that crosses my mind when i 1st start thinkin of having myself a blog. things that i wanna share, lil' things that bugs me evryday, ppl around me...things that make me think!!...guess i'll juz do it in the next entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11768574-111208097490113337?l=notefrombob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/feeds/111208097490113337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11768574&amp;postID=111208097490113337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111208097490113337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11768574/posts/default/111208097490113337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notefrombob.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-entry.html' title='1st entry'/><author><name>sp0ngeB*BsQuarE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336979759097832830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
