<?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-8387062803925029404</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:23:32.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-2388098828467754395</id><published>2008-09-29T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:08:19.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITE IS CLOSED FOR RENOVATION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;IT WILL RESUME IN 20 NOV 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;STAY TUNED... XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2388098828467754395?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2388098828467754395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2388098828467754395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2388098828467754395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2388098828467754395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/09/site-is-closed-for-renovation.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-3223710793329510205</id><published>2008-08-20T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:33:01.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th August 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3vlYH7QI/AAAAAAAABeY/X844zor9FKc/s1600-h/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237747657258560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3vlYH7QI/AAAAAAAABeY/X844zor9FKc/s320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunar 7th month 9 course lunch @ Sentosa Construction site. A group of 'Happy Us' taking photo by Siloso Beach. Perhaps, that's the best thing about working at site. When you get too stress up, slip your way through the noisy environment to the haven with plenty of sunshine. That should refresh your mind for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3v1iKvUI/AAAAAAAABeg/rZlyok8HNRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237747661595655490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3v1iKvUI/AAAAAAAABeg/rZlyok8HNRQ/s320/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3vyJRGkI/AAAAAAAABeo/0rXUVm5Zuic/s1600-h/IMG_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237747660685908546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3vyJRGkI/AAAAAAAABeo/0rXUVm5Zuic/s320/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One thing I learn from that day lesson: Company paid for the drink. Don't they look high and... maybe you should see them live. That will explain ALOT MORE. Trust me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3wGCgY9I/AAAAAAAABew/9jw-rHFZCgM/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237747666026259410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3wGCgY9I/AAAAAAAABew/9jw-rHFZCgM/s320/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Site has portable toilet which is expectedly unclean. We held our bladders until we have reached Underwater World for the toilet. We were there for awhile and took the chance to view FOC item, like the sea turtle pictured above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3223710793329510205?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3223710793329510205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3223710793329510205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3223710793329510205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3223710793329510205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/lunar-7th-month-9-course-lunch-sentosa.html' title='16th August 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA3vlYH7QI/AAAAAAAABeY/X844zor9FKc/s72-c/IMG_0299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-6915971437406794688</id><published>2008-08-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:13:22.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16C0b-NI/AAAAAAAABeA/Bht0d8EcHLI/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745637937379538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16C0b-NI/AAAAAAAABeA/Bht0d8EcHLI/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listen to good stuff only? NO WAY. The dory was indeed fishy (spoiled). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16NSh_1I/AAAAAAAABeI/R5aPgKuxk1Y/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745640747958098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16NSh_1I/AAAAAAAABeI/R5aPgKuxk1Y/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't deny my love for IKEA's meatballs. Simply irresistable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16TXt99I/AAAAAAAABeQ/wNU_bsayS0A/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745642380326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16TXt99I/AAAAAAAABeQ/wNU_bsayS0A/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 3rd time in 2 month that we had a feast in IKEA Queensway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We keep coming back for more, more and MORE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6915971437406794688?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6915971437406794688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6915971437406794688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6915971437406794688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6915971437406794688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/listen-to-good-stuff-only-no-way.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SLA16C0b-NI/AAAAAAAABeA/Bht0d8EcHLI/s72-c/DSC00414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3258895532167779325</id><published>2008-08-18T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:31:35.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=120947265&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" width="500" height="166" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=120947265"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=120947265&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=120947265"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had dinner buffet @ Timbre with my loveliest classmates. Althought it was drizzling but it didn't dampen the atmosphere there. During the meal, it feels like we have gone back to school days, eat and work on project concurrently. I miss you people already. Well, Timbre has nice ambience, the usual day is opened for drinking. Buffet is served only on Sunday evening. Affordable price, limited varieties yet acceptable standard to our taste bud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a high chance I'm going back there again! It's worth to try out. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3258895532167779325?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3258895532167779325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3258895532167779325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3258895532167779325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3258895532167779325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night-i-had-dinner-buffet-timbre.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2627519821049786609</id><published>2008-08-05T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:24:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day (Preview)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=119855102&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=119855102"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=119855102&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=119855102"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2627519821049786609?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2627519821049786609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2627519821049786609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2627519821049786609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2627519821049786609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-national-day-preview.html' title='Happy National Day (Preview)'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6106450359868022493</id><published>2008-08-04T20:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:52:38.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=119853643&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" width="500" height="166" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=119853643"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=119853643&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=119853643"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N.B. Not to forget, my beloved classmates who celebrated with me @ Vivocity as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6106450359868022493?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6106450359868022493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6106450359868022493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6106450359868022493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6106450359868022493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-2008.html' title='My Birthday 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6385444832063249906</id><published>2008-08-04T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:36:56.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.women10k.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.women10k.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I done something crazy on Sunday. I signed up for Great Eastern Women 10K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Maybe, it's time to kickstart some basic training and get fit again. The race is on 26th Oct 2008. I have more than 2 month to train. Wish me all the best, to a healthier ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6385444832063249906?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6385444832063249906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6385444832063249906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6385444832063249906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6385444832063249906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-7206820475849405925</id><published>2008-08-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:07:48.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Bday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=119852654&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" width="426" height="142" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=119852654"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=119852654&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=119852654"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7206820475849405925?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7206820475849405925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7206820475849405925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7206820475849405925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7206820475849405925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/belated-bday-celebration.html' title='Belated Bday Celebration'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-273847925914307161</id><published>2008-08-02T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:40:21.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th May 2008, SP Graduation Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=119849790&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=119849790"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=119849790&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=119849790"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-273847925914307161?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/273847925914307161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=273847925914307161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/273847925914307161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/273847925914307161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/29th-may-2008-sp-graduation-ceremony.html' title='29th May 2008, SP Graduation Ceremony'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-640660899006164796</id><published>2008-07-31T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:28:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxwNdqDI4I/AAAAAAAABdY/lP306mQ30zo/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxwNV1-cYI/AAAAAAAABdg/Uw-dL06C8OE/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232180241601819010" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxwNV1-cYI/AAAAAAAABdg/Uw-dL06C8OE/s320/DSC00361.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given by XXX Pte Ltd (Stone supplier), imported from Italy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know it's a good life I'm having @ work, with many good food offered to us everytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy the delicious photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-640660899006164796?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/640660899006164796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=640660899006164796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/640660899006164796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/640660899006164796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/given-by-xxx-pte-ltd-stone-supplier.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxwNV1-cYI/AAAAAAAABdg/Uw-dL06C8OE/s72-c/DSC00361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-6846367148517761708</id><published>2008-07-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:36:24.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxu8svyB1I/AAAAAAAABdQ/FytQOsCmclY/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232178856180451154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxu8svyB1I/AAAAAAAABdQ/FytQOsCmclY/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS BREAKFAST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A little shocking, I know that. But my colleauges insisted that's LUNCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;One of the male concluded he will be broke just by feeding me. WTH* I'm not rubbish bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6846367148517761708?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6846367148517761708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6846367148517761708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6846367148517761708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6846367148517761708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SJxu8svyB1I/AAAAAAAABdQ/FytQOsCmclY/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-6871913183877541670</id><published>2008-07-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:36:06.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008年-月-日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前的那个他，该说是七个月前的莫个男人伤透了我的心。我情愿从没拥有，也不要拥有过了才失去它。我的心像是被人扔进大海，浮浮沉沉的，迷失了方向感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，我对这份工作充满热诚，希望。 它是我精神上的寄托，期望，我不想再犯错了。我能体恤你那时的心情。当男人的热情与占有欲太强时，你我都无法忍受想要逃之夭夭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，我这三年不是真正为自己而活，只是得过且过。别人可能认为，我这些年来都是白活的。我不否认，也不完全认同。我要快乐！可是幸福必须自己去争取。我不漂亮，聪明，我其实是个小女人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被爱的感觉很好，我将来也能拥有它，属于自己的幸福。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6871913183877541670?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6871913183877541670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6871913183877541670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6871913183877541670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6871913183877541670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/08/2008.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-7656852222464383758</id><published>2008-07-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:35:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008年-月-日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天，我觉得自己对他已超出该有的感情。经过上一次失败的恋情，感情对我而言不再是甜蜜，而是烦恼的根源。我好害怕别人对我太好。错觉也好，多心也罢，我不敢去想但逃避不能解决问题。或许，我早已有了决定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明示，暗示，却不知道他真正的表示。还是我没注意他的提示呢？算是明确啦。算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（30分钟后）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咳哟！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我尽量不去想那一次的失败，却又往伤口里钻的深深地。真是的。*摇头。我一定要活得开心，加油，加油！过去的事不重要，应当珍惜眼前事物才是。明天起，我的生命会更完美快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候寻找自己要的未来与目标。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7656852222464383758?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7656852222464383758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7656852222464383758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7656852222464383758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7656852222464383758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-30.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1421269048019769396</id><published>2008-07-22T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:26.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something you probably don't know about me. Personally, the accuracy of this test is pretty high. For those who has facebook account, try this quiz, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SIXhT2mvcMI/AAAAAAAABdI/U2xfY3rZOx4/s1600-h/what+does+your+handwriting+says+about+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225830673825099970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SIXhT2mvcMI/AAAAAAAABdI/U2xfY3rZOx4/s400/what+does+your+handwriting+says+about+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8387062803925029404-1421269048019769396?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1421269048019769396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1421269048019769396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1421269048019769396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1421269048019769396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-you-probably-dont-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SIXhT2mvcMI/AAAAAAAABdI/U2xfY3rZOx4/s72-c/what+does+your+handwriting+says+about+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-6939785165192875073</id><published>2008-07-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:07:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I have a choice to the ending, I would have done it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, things had changed for the better for the clique. We met up yesterday for dinner, despite the long wait alone. I believe it's all worth the time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not exchanged many words during our short meet up. The feelings pretty much the same, we still have each other no matter what happens. Be it near or far, we're reminded often of one another. I LOVE YOU GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I fell in love with Clarke Quay somehow. No, it's not all about dancing and drinking at the popular nightlife scene. Perhaps, you will find out its beauty in regardless day or night. Take a slow stroll with your loved ones, friends or family over there. Should you feel upset, don't jump right into the river. Pour your heart out to them by the riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outsider will take particular attention to you. That's the bonus. They probably think you are drunk and ignore you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be a short entry for today. Got to knock off now. *peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If it's meant to be, there's no running away from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6939785165192875073?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6939785165192875073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6939785165192875073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6939785165192875073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6939785165192875073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-have-choice-to-ending-i-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-3561362373042509242</id><published>2008-06-29T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:51:05.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network down</title><content type='html'>Sorry people. My network was down lately, that should explain my absence online for weeks. I wrote a list few day back. Then, I realized they are still my beloved friends or even buddies. Perhaps, it's just me not knowing how to maintain the connection. Deep down, I miss every single of them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I have shifted my focus fully in my career. Something I don't want to lose or regret for not doing my best. To my friends, don't be offended or upset if I seem distant from you. Please remember, I always think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My List &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not in order, definitely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Melissa&lt;br /&gt;b) H2O&lt;br /&gt;c) DPFM 01&lt;br /&gt;d) NCC, &lt;em&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. cherie/weiling: I'm not upset about us anymore. =) drop me a msg anytime. For my former classmates, sorry I havent been spending time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time, hopefully by end of this year. I will balance out Jamie's time only with my social circle. In fact, I have some concern that I don't know where to start or end it. Don't worry too much about me. I will be strong and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That applies to everyone I care for too. Let's do it together, okay!? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful Sunday, isn't it? Please be &lt;strong&gt;assured&lt;/strong&gt; that I will lend a listening ear if you ever need me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3561362373042509242?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3561362373042509242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3561362373042509242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3561362373042509242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3561362373042509242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/06/network-down.html' title='Network down'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-9133027531348703639</id><published>2008-06-14T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:05:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a day to celebrate the end of working week. Unfortunately, I'm on shift today, right now. By right, I should have knocked off at 12:30pm. Thanks to my darlings at Tender dept, I have to stay until 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the one who tender for  the job, I'm the one who do the shit later on. ALRIGHT. They do SHIT PART 1, I do SHIT PART 2. 可怜吧！*cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2pm, Joc and I are bringing our Lord, Chris to cut his hair. He got this unbelievable uncle hair style that we seriously cannot *tahan. Did I mention I have my fringe cut flat and straight? Like 中国娃娃 or 日本少女, that's up to you to decide. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I went to SP NCC FO BBQ. I thought they must be surprised at my changes. It's not that bad, right? C'mon, I'm entertaining to be around. Eugene must be, "少来啦！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Long, Jing Kai and Eugene commented I have strong Malaysian accent. I can't help it, people. I working in a place with 50% Malaysian workers. 极够力喔。*wink. I already miss that night at Kallang Sea Training Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you* whoever you are, whatever it is and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CHRIS IS MAKING ME 吐血！臭男人！(I must complain to Joc now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-9133027531348703639?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/9133027531348703639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=9133027531348703639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/9133027531348703639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/9133027531348703639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8400488223048495795</id><published>2008-06-13T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:02:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a comeback</title><content type='html'>[ FIR - Ni Hen Ai Ta ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to this song right now over the radio. 10 minutes to the end of my lunch break. I know it has been a month long wait for everyone. Thus, I decided to take this chance and thanks my loyal readers. (I LOVE YOU!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not exactly a writer. &lt;strong&gt;My life is not exceptional beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. At least, I know life starts to bloom well ever since I've graduated. 2 weeks ago, I attended my Graduation Ceremony at Singapore Polytechnic. &lt;strong&gt;A moment to remember, a lifetime momeries&lt;/strong&gt;. Over there, we've a group of friends, a team of lecturers and many more. I really miss those days with the people I have associated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; to what has happened that brought me this far. To some, I may have exceeded their expectation. I'm glad I did and I will continue to try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left behind is history, lesson to learn. What lies in front of me, is present to learn as well. I can control my future, or so I believe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest friends, may the days ahead of us be bright like a Sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8400488223048495795?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8400488223048495795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8400488223048495795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8400488223048495795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8400488223048495795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/06/making-comeback.html' title='Making a comeback'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5172779172584641069</id><published>2008-05-05T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:27.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was browsing my camera album when I came across a few photo of roses. That's when I realized I didn't blog them in my entry. I'm not sure if you remember I used to work at CK Tang Lancome counter before starting a full time job at Sysma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sandra was still working there but her role was different now. She works as a flower girl, period. For each flower a customer receives, it comes with an exchange voucher for this whitening foam. It's mild and gentle to the skin, I have tried it. I love it actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really nice to my crazy we-should-dump-the-flyer buddy, I bought her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CHOCOLATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;donuts from donut factory. We'd craving that very day. In return, I took home 2 stalk of gorgeous white rose. I attracted envy stares along Orchard Road, some even approached me where to get that. Oh, &lt;em&gt;attention seeker&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwTaPP7I/AAAAAAAABcI/MoRn01Ex-vo/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196909608736604082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwTaPP7I/AAAAAAAABcI/MoRn01Ex-vo/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably thinking roses don't &lt;em&gt;SUCK UP&lt;/em&gt; Breezer. Veggie = Alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwjaPP8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/vmgUtlscB9k/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196909613031571394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwjaPP8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/vmgUtlscB9k/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact, I tried to water it and preserve its beauty (at least for that moment). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwzaPP9I/AAAAAAAABcY/VBkNOpaAO3o/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196909617326538706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwzaPP9I/AAAAAAAABcY/VBkNOpaAO3o/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful in an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;artistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way. I do know I'm &lt;strong&gt;abit&lt;/strong&gt; strange. &lt;em&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5172779172584641069?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5172779172584641069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5172779172584641069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5172779172584641069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5172779172584641069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-march-2008.html' title='19th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8hwTaPP7I/AAAAAAAABcI/MoRn01Ex-vo/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-608595499570689309</id><published>2008-05-05T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8fQDaPP6I/AAAAAAAABcA/x7y1WCFVF6M/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196906855662567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8fQDaPP6I/AAAAAAAABcA/x7y1WCFVF6M/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "The Bible"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Inspiring quote of the day, from Clement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Another day to learn new things and reinforce your old skills. Don’t give up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;To Wai Yiu, thanks for the already known fun fact No.1 of Chinatown that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;“Chinatown’s Chinese name is derived from the buffalo carts in the past.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-608595499570689309?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/608595499570689309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=608595499570689309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/608595499570689309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/608595499570689309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/18th-march-2008.html' title='18th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB8fQDaPP6I/AAAAAAAABcA/x7y1WCFVF6M/s72-c/DSC00240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-1578852268565354142</id><published>2008-05-05T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:26:48.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a long long time ago, I was thinking of place to backpack in Singapore and Shamsul suggested the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Tekong (Higly Recommended)&lt;br /&gt;Yio Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;Geylang Red Light District (2nd on the list)&lt;br /&gt;Beach Road (3rd on the list)&lt;br /&gt;Dover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tekong is a good hideout. Ubin is not bad either, safer than Tekong. If you want mainland, Bukit Timah is top of the list. You can always seek refuge at Gurkha Camp. Their apartments not bad, no lift only.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sympathetic is that from him. It doesn’t end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Ubin, you can do animal hunting, visit the swamps, go fishing, visit the villages. If you want a challenging package, go Tekong. You can play CS &amp;amp; practice your shooting, and camouflage capabilities. No insurance though.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1578852268565354142?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1578852268565354142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1578852268565354142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1578852268565354142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1578852268565354142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/17th-march-2008.html' title='17th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-7953697658648404103</id><published>2008-05-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:10:13.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I heard that it’s 白色情人节 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we celebrated Dad’s belated birthday at Tao’s Restaurant. I haven’t managed to get hold of the photograph we took. (I will update on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find today’s date familiar, seriously I think is someone’s birthday. Who is that someone… give me some time to figure it out. I know it’s not any of my business and why should I even bother in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NG HAN ZHONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s his 20th birthday, perhaps Vel remember it. That’s for you to find out why. (sounds scandalous) They’re clean, I mean no dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I can’t be sure of that myself. *smile. I hope she doesn’t run after me with a parang upon reading this. I know she won’t, she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scandal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7953697658648404103?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7953697658648404103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7953697658648404103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7953697658648404103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7953697658648404103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/14th-march-2008.html' title='14th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2539302399739634040</id><published>2008-05-04T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:56:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;“… I’m damn full okay. Stop pushing food to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues are forcing me to eat more, more and more! Boss gave us a treat at York Hotel (Penang Buffet). It was a surprised treat (my concern is that whose car I’m taking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OH FCUK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wild guess could lead you to the painful truth of my lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jamie, you be taking Mr XXX’s car. Haha. You’re newbie, sit at the front.” (Boss’s balls. Okay, that’s crude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, alright. I seldom write like this. It’s a bad thing to be a newcomer. Queenie and Adelin just joined the office few days back, why can’t they take the Boss’s car? I need no vomiting before indulging in buffet. (argh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn was the sly one. *shakehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to date, I’m still distant from my friendly colleagues, except for Sharon and Eloisa. However, they are quitting the company after working at least a decade here. Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slogging hard at office, I went to meet my all time favourite people: Pei Qin, Louis, Marie, Yong Lun, Lilian, Way Quan, Si Jie and Min Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Louis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Qin arranged us to meet at Ju Ju Steamboat for the joyous celebration. If only, I didn’t have the buffet in the afternoon. The food simply irresistible and Way Quan gave me some of his share. Oh, I must mention this, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They served this special flower tea (free flow). It’s totally oh-my-god! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, how can I live my life without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, POLY MATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2539302399739634040?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2539302399739634040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2539302399739634040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2539302399739634040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2539302399739634040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/13th-march-2008.html' title='13th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8163338666195049531</id><published>2008-05-04T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:51:08.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th March 2008</title><content type='html'>2 words: Strange and Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Roger reminds me of someone else. Good memories, of course. I shall not &lt;em&gt;elaborate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re having Kenny Roger at Marina Square, exactly where I spotted my deaf brother and my petite sister-in-law (she’s good complexion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She doesn’t smile…” commented the clique. I found out later that my brother was an hour late. (she’s angry lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner ended with a nice “chick” chat with Cherie, Vel and Sandra. I decided to overwrite Weiling, with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. More “angmoh” flavour.  She picked that name herself, I’m &lt;em&gt;interested&lt;/em&gt; to know the meaning behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8163338666195049531?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8163338666195049531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8163338666195049531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8163338666195049531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8163338666195049531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/12th-march-2008.html' title='12th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-4008968562289055425</id><published>2008-05-04T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:49:48.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erica met up with me for dinner at Bishan (Pizza Hut). She’s late, later and very late than me. I was starving, crawling on the floor of the crowded J8 and screaming for help. But I was ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinth spotted me alone. I think it’s a good sign. I don’t mean anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do a quick check of my life. (I’m good at changing topic, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still single (sigh!) and happy at work. My friends are alive, so am I. I knew Daric online, he’s one sexy-talk man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… you look hot in tube.” I like that compliment. How flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point, which sentence is a false claim? (Answer at the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  I’m a drama queen. I won’t reveal answer easily. It’s not a scam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4008968562289055425?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4008968562289055425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4008968562289055425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4008968562289055425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4008968562289055425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/10th-march-2008.html' title='10th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8129366276118642072</id><published>2008-05-04T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB3axDaPP4I/AAAAAAAABbs/W0i0kvIoMTY/s1600-h/08032008043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196550081319223170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB3axDaPP4I/AAAAAAAABbs/W0i0kvIoMTY/s320/08032008043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t like what she said to me, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually went to club last night, Ministry of Sound. Definitely, with my oh-so-happening clique. *wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8387062803925029404-8129366276118642072?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8129366276118642072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8129366276118642072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8129366276118642072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8129366276118642072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/8th-march-2008.html' title='8th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/SB3axDaPP4I/AAAAAAAABbs/W0i0kvIoMTY/s72-c/08032008043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3263557055001207206</id><published>2008-05-04T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:45:33.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This day has arrived, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not quite into the situation, am I? I hardly remember the plot layout that I have been staring at for the past 4 days. Could that be a sign on me not suitable for this job? I have yet to find out, stay positive Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*va-va-vroom. I died once on the first day at work, I don’t want to die again on the road. My boss drives a Merc (be specific, I don’t know which series) and it has good engine. It sounds better than clock ticking. An impatient driver he is, at every turn he makes a swift “initial D” movement. Beads of sweat, dizzy spell and headache are kicking in. I held tightly to the safety belt whenever I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the visit to different site, he actually drove off when I have one foot outside the car. The door wasn’t even closed. He’s a risk taker. It happened not once but twice. He did that on Li Lian too. She’s our attachment student from SP aka my junior. She’s actually a 1988 baby, like me! A typical Leo she is, chatty and lively, I like. (I’m straight, believe me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, the site is unbelievable. I’m looking forward to the completion of The Glass House. No, you’re not mistaken. It is what it’s named. Cool, isn’t it? However, workmanship is crucial to ensure stability of this house. We provide quality work, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited two completed project around the same area. I’m learning to appreciate the art of construction and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st house: They used sea water to run water test for the swimming pool. It looks like a crocodile pond to me. Can you imagine yourself swimming in it? How creepy. Oh, I hope I can squeeze in a walk in wardrobe into my future HDB flat unit. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd house: Aerospace rich guy bought 2 plots and share a common swimming pool. The exclusive feature is the water fall at the edge of the pool. Horizon lining and you can observe stunning sunset. Both plots have different interior design, very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can’t feel exactly how I feel at that point. I promise to brush up my limited vocabulary. But some things are beyond the description of word. (crap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3263557055001207206?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3263557055001207206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3263557055001207206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3263557055001207206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3263557055001207206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/7th-march-2008.html' title='7th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5804220122691658481</id><published>2008-05-04T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:45:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s norm that I won’t be on time, at least for this month itself. I hope I will survive the trial I’m going to face sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started moving into the office, I brought my Bible, mug, slippers, jacket and more to come… I spent the entire morning sorting out my notes and dividing it into chapters. *Ta dah. My survival technique for measurement is all inside this thick ring file. Should I label the front with “The Bible”? (hmm…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn is adapting well over there. No, I’m not struggling especially I have The Bible now. My colleagues are SP Alumni, youngest Alumni is 14 years my senior. He’s a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, the company hires mostly Malaysian. Jocelyn and I broke the “tradition” they had in the recent years (like 4 years already). We’ve 5 Singaporean out of the 20 staffs in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in Project department, everyone is a workaholic. How do they manage to work under the loud radio 93.3 FM? (I feel that my head is growing bigger, not the brain but the explosive.) It’s only a matter of time that I explode. *ba-bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… how’s tender department? I’m feeling sleepy after lunch. Yawn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember what she replied, somewhere along the line that we’re in the same shit. I’m glad that I’m not alone here. We text each other in the morning, during office hour and after work for the past 2 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mustn’t regret the choice: I have rejected working in CPG as Property Executive. (Damn it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the boss is bringing 3 other colleagues and me to our construction site located at Sentosa. I’m seeing light at the end of the tunnel (of misery). It hasn’t been all that bad, has it?&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, what misery? I have no idea either. I’m keeping my fingers cross for the better day to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5804220122691658481?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5804220122691658481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5804220122691658481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5804220122691658481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5804220122691658481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-march-2008.html' title='5th March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-310302850742198901</id><published>2008-05-04T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:46:11.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I’m late, again!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to anyone’s surprise, I’m aware of that obvious piece of fact about me. I’m not a punctual person. If I have to be on time, I will… end up ahead of the scheduled 8:30am. “Let’s do a time check, 8:40am. 10 minutes late won’t kill my first impression, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that’s what I thought (to myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First SMS of the day, Jocelyn wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… I think you’re in Project department, they brought me to Tender department. I feel like we’re back in ITP… “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who have not heard of Jocelyn, she’s my attachment buddy-turned-buddy classmate-turned-colleague-turned-good friend. A long chain of relationship, I know. At one point, it sounds complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I wasn’t introduced to the company history, people but to get my ass glue to the seat and start work. I was dumped a stack of construction drawing with a layer of dust on it. *sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a way to die on my first day of work…” I wasn’t prepared for measurement, not that I know I have to. I asked on the day I signed my appointment letter. Thankfully, I didn’t waste my school fee for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My utmost concern was my lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we eating?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we eating with?&lt;br /&gt;What to eat and what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloisa cracked it up really well. “I worked here 18 years leh, You only first day already have problem what to eat. Aiya, Everyday try one stall lah, left to right, right to left. Haha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea. I will consider it. 姜还是老的辣！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time past real slow, the sound of clock tick has put me to sleep. I have lost count of my yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Cherie babe is going Hong Kong until 7th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. My horrible brother is coming home from Hong Kong tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-310302850742198901?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/310302850742198901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=310302850742198901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/310302850742198901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/310302850742198901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-march-2008.html' title='3rd March 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5194164467681512313</id><published>2008-03-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:36:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ql2aodWV0V/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ql2aodWV0V/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;炎亚纶 刘力扬, TiAmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;虽然是简单的形容&lt;br /&gt;虽然是重复的动作&lt;br /&gt;因为有你让一切都变成不平凡&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;好想缝合你我手心&lt;br /&gt;就这样牵住不放开&lt;br /&gt;有你陪伴呼&lt;br /&gt;吸着有你的空气就是幸福&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ti amo Te Quiero&lt;br /&gt;每一天都要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;想着你 沉入梦境&lt;br /&gt;一张眼 一清醒&lt;br /&gt;第一个想到又是你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sa-rang hae And I Love You&lt;br /&gt;我每天都要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;少一天 就会遗憾&lt;br /&gt;陪着你的光阴&lt;br /&gt;怎样都不算蹉跎&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;陪着你的光阴&lt;br /&gt;永远都觉得不够&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5194164467681512313?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5194164467681512313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5194164467681512313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5194164467681512313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5194164467681512313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/03/tiamo-chorus-ti-amo-te-quiero-sa-rang.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-802355379930546510</id><published>2008-03-16T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:38:35.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have not been updating regularly. Please be patient, okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, &lt;strong&gt;stay healthy and smile&lt;/strong&gt;. You know I &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; you people too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-802355379930546510?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/802355379930546510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=802355379930546510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/802355379930546510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/802355379930546510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-have-not-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5307074131246202585</id><published>2008-03-02T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:51:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJvA1lwa9Y/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJvA1lwa9Y/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kavana, Will You Wait For Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to talk with you again&lt;br /&gt;Why did you go away&lt;br /&gt;All our time together still feels like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd see a single day without you&lt;br /&gt;The things we take for granted&lt;br /&gt;We can sometimes lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again X 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cause time will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you remember how it was&lt;br /&gt;When we never seemed to care&lt;br /&gt;The days went by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I thought you'd always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that I must try&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been cheated&lt;br /&gt;Cause we never said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again X 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you so, and I need to know&lt;br /&gt;Will you wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And time will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;if you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5307074131246202585?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5307074131246202585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5307074131246202585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5307074131246202585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5307074131246202585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/03/kavana-will-you-wait-for-me-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2735099978861153473</id><published>2008-02-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:27.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leap Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8wM2LccczI/AAAAAAAABbk/VPm7xfU8aUs/s1600-h/tester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173524196866421554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8wM2LccczI/AAAAAAAABbk/VPm7xfU8aUs/s400/tester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this love has killed me but it's not over. thou we shall together in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8387062803925029404-2735099978861153473?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2735099978861153473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2735099978861153473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2735099978861153473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2735099978861153473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/leap-year.html' title='The Leap Year'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8wM2LccczI/AAAAAAAABbk/VPm7xfU8aUs/s72-c/tester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-4926187276124099908</id><published>2008-02-27T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:24:33.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; PASSED&lt;/span&gt;. FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GPA? NAH, IT DOESN'T MATTER. REALLY. C'MON I GOT A JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FYP IS A HELL GRADE OF &lt;strong&gt;ACE&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE &lt;em&gt;REST&lt;/em&gt; JUST &lt;strong&gt;AVERAGE&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most &lt;em&gt;importantly&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;graduated from singapore polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; officially.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks god for everything. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4926187276124099908?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4926187276124099908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4926187276124099908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4926187276124099908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4926187276124099908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-4196041686713213787</id><published>2008-02-26T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:08:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wkA8WdLG1v/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wkA8WdLG1v/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAUGHTRY, OVER YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus X 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over you&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the day I thought I'd never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4196041686713213787?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4196041686713213787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4196041686713213787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4196041686713213787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4196041686713213787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-that-its-all-said-and-done-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-9006953671029607085</id><published>2008-02-24T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonjour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sBTLcccmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/dHGiX3Y7pco/s1600-h/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173230025966383714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sBTLcccmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/dHGiX3Y7pco/s200/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sBTrcccnI/AAAAAAAABaE/C3qUIOrjJCU/s1600-h/DSC03561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173230034556318322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sBTrcccnI/AAAAAAAABaE/C3qUIOrjJCU/s200/DSC03561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since 20th onwards, I am working at CK Tang lancome counter until my full time job at Sysma. Job scope? Redemption counter assistant. I'm paid to use skincare product. At the end of the assignment I get to bring the redemption gift home. Sounds good to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried the eye cream and my dark rings got lighter after 2 tries. It's amazing. I had 4 other fabulous temporary partners too. Sandra is my bitch aka buddy too (below). We worked the same shift, meal together and we talked nonsense. Hui Fen, she's one fearless petite girl. She dared the counter manager, to get the security guard to confront her for violating the rule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah is sweet looking but super ah lian. Definately, a nice friend to girls. Wan Ting is gentle and tall. No, you ain't fat. The full time staff are humourous lot. They took care of us and in return we do a nice job for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from the usual condition of the job, we have to put on heavy make up to conceal/highlight whatever it is on our face. Standing at the Lancome counter, we are the representative of the company. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMAGE&lt;/strong&gt;. That's the word. My poor face suffered okay. Now it's better with the skincare product sample I have got from someone. &lt;strong&gt;I'm saved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8v6WbcccwI/AAAAAAAABbM/TIeTGGh4jnA/s1600-h/DSC03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173503860196274946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8v6WbcccwI/AAAAAAAABbM/TIeTGGh4jnA/s200/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8v6gLcccxI/AAAAAAAABbU/9DWRSrMrBz4/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173504027699999506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8v6gLcccxI/AAAAAAAABbU/9DWRSrMrBz4/s200/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/8387062803925029404-9006953671029607085?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/9006953671029607085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=9006953671029607085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/9006953671029607085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/9006953671029607085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/bonjour.html' title='bonjour'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sBTLcccmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/dHGiX3Y7pco/s72-c/DSC03559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-5100988482257668372</id><published>2008-02-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Manhattan Fish Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SUAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ERIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to YOU! You're borned in the zoo... (lalala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder brother used to disturb me with this song on my birthday. I love my brother, he's always funny and take good care of me. Therefore, my boyfriend/hubby must be as good as my brother! I'm proud of you BRO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the point for today entry is my buddy's birthday. We could get a HUGE discount but we got the 10% off staff discount. Better than nothing right? Here's the food we had. I apologize for the poor quality of photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD7rcccpI/AAAAAAAABaU/FMc2i-9w07s/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173232920774341266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD7rcccpI/AAAAAAAABaU/FMc2i-9w07s/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garlic butter mussel. I like chilli mussel (tried it in Perth, Australia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD8LcccqI/AAAAAAAABac/NA4d5cG-18o/s1600-h/DSC03549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173232929364275874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD8LcccqI/AAAAAAAABac/NA4d5cG-18o/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seafood platter for two. &lt;strong&gt;Bigger&lt;/strong&gt; portion, &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; quality to Fish n' Co.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD8bcccrI/AAAAAAAABak/4juAQKNqZmk/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173232933659243186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD8bcccrI/AAAAAAAABak/4juAQKNqZmk/s320/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD87cccsI/AAAAAAAABas/9n4IO3RHTnY/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173232942249177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD87cccsI/AAAAAAAABas/9n4IO3RHTnY/s320/DSC03550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my buddy. He looks hopeless but he &lt;em&gt;hell load&lt;/em&gt; of good results. DAMN IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5100988482257668372?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5100988482257668372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5100988482257668372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5100988482257668372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5100988482257668372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/manhattan-fish-market.html' title='The Manhattan Fish Market'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8sD7rcccpI/AAAAAAAABaU/FMc2i-9w07s/s72-c/DSC03547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-4902971293148201671</id><published>2008-02-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:34.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpack (Chinatown) Part 2</title><content type='html'>好想重温中四那年的毕业晚会。还是别怀念当时恶心的画面。哈哈。从另一个角度看，夜晚的滨海艺术中心可美丽极了。缤纷夺目的灯彩，加上对面那座雄伟的鱼尾狮和商区的高楼，别有一番风情。我静静的走向鱼尾狮，慢慢的放下沉重的包袱。然后，小心翼翼的吃油条豆花，脸上挂着一丝微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事不宜迟，我加快脚步走向麦当劳。只买了一杯冰美禄，就可呆上足足5个小时。还用手提电脑，电话充电，享受空调啦，真划算！除了上网和朋友聊天，我也为步伐牛车水的事计划一下 （以免迷路）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtH7ccb-I/AAAAAAAABU8/-ntQ0KN7TQo/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173207842460299234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtH7ccb-I/AAAAAAAABU8/-ntQ0KN7TQo/s200/DSC03317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtIbccb_I/AAAAAAAABVE/HO1w07vGpCw/s1600-h/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173207851050233842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtIbccb_I/AAAAAAAABVE/HO1w07vGpCw/s200/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;很可爱的邮信筒吧（上）！我被警察查身份证，他以为我离家出走！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtIrcccAI/AAAAAAAABVM/OIHtcs650_8/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173207855345201154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtIrcccAI/AAAAAAAABVM/OIHtcs650_8/s200/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtJLcccBI/AAAAAAAABVU/VlJNTh52h5k/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173207863935135762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtJLcccBI/AAAAAAAABVU/VlJNTh52h5k/s200/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;慈祥的老人，你好像被遗弃。要不然，为何大清早打瞌睡？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ruWbcccCI/AAAAAAAABVc/Z3MkUmTNnXc/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173209191080030242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ruWbcccCI/AAAAAAAABVc/Z3MkUmTNnXc/s200/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ruXbcccDI/AAAAAAAABVk/qgbnd9-1ZtA/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173209208259899442" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvBLcccII/AAAAAAAABWM/by_hdqtQBBk/s200/DSC03451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvB7cccKI/AAAAAAAABWc/5O7fOTRD6aM/s1600-h/DSC03457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173209938404339874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvB7cccKI/AAAAAAAABWc/5O7fOTRD6aM/s200/DSC03457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvt7cccMI/AAAAAAAABWs/yEKwnt0oaXI/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173210694318584002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvt7cccMI/AAAAAAAABWs/yEKwnt0oaXI/s200/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvuLcccNI/AAAAAAAABW0/HYd_Le8i1JY/s1600-h/DSC03467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173210698613551314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvuLcccNI/AAAAAAAABW0/HYd_Le8i1JY/s200/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvuLcccOI/AAAAAAAABW8/WfzDZY7IGeA/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173210698613551330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvuLcccOI/AAAAAAAABW8/WfzDZY7IGeA/s200/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvubcccPI/AAAAAAAABXE/0QeqoJRZYF4/s1600-h/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173210702908518642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvubcccPI/AAAAAAAABXE/0QeqoJRZYF4/s200/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvu7cccQI/AAAAAAAABXM/Z0_M0_aaAC8/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173210711498453250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rvu7cccQI/AAAAAAAABXM/Z0_M0_aaAC8/s200/DSC03473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwVbcccRI/AAAAAAAABXU/agt4vlo4a7w/s1600-h/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211372923416850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwVbcccRI/AAAAAAAABXU/agt4vlo4a7w/s200/DSC03474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwV7cccSI/AAAAAAAABXc/E0-P3nHHEQE/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211381513351458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwV7cccSI/AAAAAAAABXc/E0-P3nHHEQE/s200/DSC03476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwWrcccUI/AAAAAAAABXs/uzg73KnIF4M/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211394398253378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwWrcccUI/AAAAAAAABXs/uzg73KnIF4M/s200/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwW7cccVI/AAAAAAAABX0/uxz5Sr2DRK0/s1600-h/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211398693220690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rwW7cccVI/AAAAAAAABX0/uxz5Sr2DRK0/s200/DSC03489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rxQLcccXI/AAAAAAAABYE/qzj4D0KuF1U/s1600-h/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173212382240731506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rxQLcccXI/AAAAAAAABYE/qzj4D0KuF1U/s320/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我也来凑一脚, 当一下苦力吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx1rcccYI/AAAAAAAABYM/HW6l27qFbAQ/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173213026485825922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx1rcccYI/AAAAAAAABYM/HW6l27qFbAQ/s200/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx2bcccZI/AAAAAAAABYU/hPQO5D8eGQI/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173213039370727826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx2bcccZI/AAAAAAAABYU/hPQO5D8eGQI/s200/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx3LcccbI/AAAAAAAABYk/11lk61JGIIc/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173213052255629746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx3LcccbI/AAAAAAAABYk/11lk61JGIIc/s200/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx3bccccI/AAAAAAAABYs/rUJRmBicmhU/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173213056550597058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx3bccccI/AAAAAAAABYs/rUJRmBicmhU/s200/DSC03505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;（上）有名的脚车店和天福宫。我祈祷身边的人健康快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx2rcccaI/AAAAAAAABYc/TQWFANNQsHI/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173213043665695138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rx2rcccaI/AAAAAAAABYc/TQWFANNQsHI/s200/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry8bcccdI/AAAAAAAABY0/qf1hPLSvgzc/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173214241961570770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry8bcccdI/AAAAAAAABY0/qf1hPLSvgzc/s200/DSC03513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry8rccceI/AAAAAAAABY8/avpKDhkQPhI/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173214246256538082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry8rccceI/AAAAAAAABY8/avpKDhkQPhI/s200/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry97ccchI/AAAAAAAABZU/MPfKh6tejq0/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173214267731374610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry97ccchI/AAAAAAAABZU/MPfKh6tejq0/s200/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry9bcccgI/AAAAAAAABZM/jlYM-5DXxUs/s1600-h/DSC03520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173214259141440002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry9bcccgI/AAAAAAAABZM/jlYM-5DXxUs/s200/DSC03520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry9LcccfI/AAAAAAAABZE/_dvn6k8e9b8/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173214254846472690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8ry9LcccfI/AAAAAAAABZE/_dvn6k8e9b8/s200/DSC03455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzrLccciI/AAAAAAAABZc/xLwbba7Bsbc/s1600-h/DSC03525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173215045120455202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzrLccciI/AAAAAAAABZc/xLwbba7Bsbc/s200/DSC03525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzrbcccjI/AAAAAAAABZk/WwJQAKy0Sq0/s1600-h/DSC03528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173215049415422514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzrbcccjI/AAAAAAAABZk/WwJQAKy0Sq0/s200/DSC03528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;（上）大中国月饼使用猪油做的，色香味俱全！好有罪恶感喔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzr7ccckI/AAAAAAAABZs/oGipTMnDZmY/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173215058005357122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzr7ccckI/AAAAAAAABZs/oGipTMnDZmY/s200/DSC03536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzsLccclI/AAAAAAAABZ0/mm45clFzSVo/s1600-h/DSC03532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173215062300324434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rzsLccclI/AAAAAAAABZ0/mm45clFzSVo/s200/DSC03532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;其实要说的话，多着呢。还是照片比较实在，免得闷着。当太阳晒到屁股时，我还在睡觉呢。原来，宁静的克拉码头在太阳照射下，是那么的迷人。看着洁净的河畔，我的心境也跟着安稳许多。辽阔的天空啊，天大地大，一定有我容身之处。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;话说回来，我也真会走啊！从牛车水到克拉码头，我居然穿过乌节路，不知不觉走到新加坡理工学院！厉害吧。我八成是疯了贝。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;我就到此为此。有空的话也试试看，见广见闻。&lt;/p&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/8387062803925029404-4902971293148201671?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4902971293148201671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4902971293148201671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4902971293148201671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4902971293148201671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/03/backpack-chinatown-part-2.html' title='Backpack (Chinatown) Part 2'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rtH7ccb-I/AAAAAAAABU8/-ntQ0KN7TQo/s72-c/DSC03317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-7537370305825540121</id><published>2008-02-19T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:37.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpack (Bugis) Part 1</title><content type='html'>背着沉重的背包，身上带着区区的10元5角和一张易通卡，我头也不回的离开家门。虽然，露宿街头仅仅两天，心情却异常的愉快。一个人的自由是那种感觉的吗？那种无忧无虑，轻松又很真实的踏出每一步。如果，人生也能那样的自在，那该有多好啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0LccbuI/AAAAAAAABS8/Z9VzxTxhts4/s1600-h/DSC03221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173189910971838178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0LccbuI/AAAAAAAABS8/Z9VzxTxhts4/s200/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0rccbwI/AAAAAAAABTM/RO6CC6Xw4jU/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173189919561772802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0rccbwI/AAAAAAAABTM/RO6CC6Xw4jU/s200/DSC03237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0bccbvI/AAAAAAAABTE/Ugu8fhkYaPw/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173189915266805490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0bccbvI/AAAAAAAABTE/Ugu8fhkYaPw/s200/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rdRLccbzI/AAAAAAAABTk/X60etJRQ7JE/s1600-h/DSC03239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173190409188044594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rdRLccbzI/AAAAAAAABTk/X60etJRQ7JE/s200/DSC03239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rdR7ccb0I/AAAAAAAABTs/qoTE2k-ikCo/s1600-h/DSC03246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173190422072946498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rdR7ccb0I/AAAAAAAABTs/qoTE2k-ikCo/s200/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc1bccbyI/AAAAAAAABTc/G783GivkPHc/s1600-h/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173189932446674722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc1bccbyI/AAAAAAAABTc/G783GivkPHc/s200/DSC03252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;严格来说，我对新加坡的文化一点概念也没有。除了，陪妈妈拜访鼎鼎有名的观音堂佛祖庙，平时我也很少烧香拜佛。我是新一代新加坡人，那种没有用的年轻人吧。最擅长的是“临时抱佛脚”。哈哈。一旦有机会从新认识新加坡的文化，我绝对不弱人后。其实，我们这个小不点的岛上，也有多姿多彩的背景！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkdLccb1I/AAAAAAAABT0/dy4NNDjnJa4/s1600-h/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198311927869266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkdLccb1I/AAAAAAAABT0/dy4NNDjnJa4/s200/DSC03265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkdrccb2I/AAAAAAAABT8/Qees50G9Iks/s1600-h/DSC03269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198320517803874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkdrccb2I/AAAAAAAABT8/Qees50G9Iks/s200/DSC03269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkd7ccb3I/AAAAAAAABUE/Njl0DoMGk3U/s1600-h/DSC03280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198324812771186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkd7ccb3I/AAAAAAAABUE/Njl0DoMGk3U/s200/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkeLccb4I/AAAAAAAABUM/QhtcAH7Oc6A/s1600-h/DSC03295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198329107738498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkeLccb4I/AAAAAAAABUM/QhtcAH7Oc6A/s200/DSC03295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkebccb5I/AAAAAAAABUU/Ck0p-XRHFSw/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198333402705810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rkebccb5I/AAAAAAAABUU/Ck0p-XRHFSw/s200/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rlALccb6I/AAAAAAAABUc/rQ81EA5cIVU/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173198913223290786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rlALccb6I/AAAAAAAABUc/rQ81EA5cIVU/s200/DSC03316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;我好想看那部喜剧片！沿着无人的小路，却被阵阵呼吸声给吓着。周边都是树木，乌漆抹黑的，本以为是我疑心病重， 却让我看到了他。真是的！ 孟加拉先生， 你已经够黑了，还身穿黑衣黑裤。吓死我了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rlWbccb8I/AAAAAAAABUs/Wkcf1-ePivU/s1600-h/JUMPAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173199295475380162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rlWbccb8I/AAAAAAAABUs/Wkcf1-ePivU/s320/JUMPAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;好不容易到达新达成，当着少数人前我赶紧拍张照。一个人也能自拍，好吗？挥别不愉快的历史，不由自主地跳起来！心里开心的呐喊， “我是幸福的！” 因为我生长在无战争的国家里，丰衣足食的过好日子！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7537370305825540121?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7537370305825540121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7537370305825540121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7537370305825540121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7537370305825540121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/backpack-part-1.html' title='Backpack (Bugis) Part 1'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rc0LccbuI/AAAAAAAABS8/Z9VzxTxhts4/s72-c/DSC03221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-7202423216485602436</id><published>2008-02-17T10:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:38.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go Phuture... and WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>"You can't call him that, only his mother can say it. Be careful." she warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was deceived by the photograph of him. He's irresistibly adorable yet dumb. I was not being mean, just tactful. I was proven wrong but I was half right about it. He looks dumb in photograph, and he wasn't in "person". He is indeed dumb because he doesn't bark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but fall in love with him. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; it won't work out and it did well. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Roni&lt;/span&gt; (below), I promised I won't call you stupid again. &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rQILccbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/TnPh36gk14c/s1600-h/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175960918060738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rQILccbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/TnPh36gk14c/s320/DSC00363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went Jeremy's place to drink, get into the mood before head down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phuture&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, we were too late and the ticket sold out. None of us were keen on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;, so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to try St James Power House. Again, we didn't went in because it wasn't our cup of tea. So, we went next door to have supper (Station Kitchen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rQIrccbtI/AAAAAAAABS0/3frFR7nbFQI/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPsbccbiI/AAAAAAAABRc/A6OqihpSyRk/s1600-h/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175484176690722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPsbccbiI/AAAAAAAABRc/A6OqihpSyRk/s320/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; looks so fair and got cleavage ... " quoted from Wei Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPubccblI/AAAAAAAABR0/o0et3LIiXaw/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175518536429138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPubccblI/AAAAAAAABR0/o0et3LIiXaw/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was expecting a night of fun, meeting new people and here I am tasting food around Singapore. Jeremy drove us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt; famous frog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;porridge&lt;/span&gt;. It was two thumbs up, yummy I would said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPurccbmI/AAAAAAAABR8/LKBf3i9i89s/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175522831396450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPurccbmI/AAAAAAAABR8/LKBf3i9i89s/s320/DSC03186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't quite finish the barley drink I've ordered. The auntie actually helped me to fill into a packet. It wasn't comfortable to hold it while eating. So I drop "off" on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clay pot&lt;/span&gt;. The clique felt that I was very "auntie". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, you mean you wanted to hold for me? Stop kidding, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPTrccbdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/n75UVsfoafA/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175058974928338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPTrccbdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/n75UVsfoafA/s320/DSC03187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If cam whoring at the dining table wasn't enough, please proceed to the restroom for different angle shot. Still at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt;, not prostituting ourselves of course, despite our dress code. We started to snap picture in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPT7ccbeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/KqJXg_cn9r8/s1600-h/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175063269895650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPT7ccbeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/KqJXg_cn9r8/s320/DSC03189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looked into each other's eyes and we started to yawn. It has been a long night going from one place to another. I joked with Jeremy to take us in and he agreed readily. Wei Ling and I stayed over until 8am for the train service. Give you a peek at our "true color" after removed our make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPULccbfI/AAAAAAAABRE/IYuw5jdXOVc/s1600-h/DSC03194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175067564862962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPULccbfI/AAAAAAAABRE/IYuw5jdXOVc/s320/DSC03194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"even the prettiest girls have got their ugly side..." quoted from Wei Ling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPUrccbgI/AAAAAAAABRM/77GSwQNPisc/s1600-h/DSC03195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175076154797570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPUrccbgI/AAAAAAAABRM/77GSwQNPisc/s320/DSC03195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched "The Heartbreak Kid", while she read... and she was unconscious for a few hours. I didn't know she's a heavy sleeper. Do you know what she told me afterwards? An effective way to wake her up, give her a ring on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPU7ccbhI/AAAAAAAABRU/vn0V-J_6SeE/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175080449764882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rPU7ccbhI/AAAAAAAABRU/vn0V-J_6SeE/s320/DSC03203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a typical teenager for you, so am I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7202423216485602436?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7202423216485602436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7202423216485602436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7202423216485602436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7202423216485602436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-go-phuture-and-what.html' title='Let&apos;s go Phuture... and WHAT!?'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8rQILccbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/TnPh36gk14c/s72-c/DSC00363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-8020374338343397132</id><published>2008-02-16T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:34:05.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLT Forum/Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't stepped into HQ NCC for awhile. It feels the same but it's quieter now. The security at the front gate is stricter. Now, they are enforcing the rules. That's like &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't get to see my beloved dada (gary pek). What a pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I spotted many new faces. I feel like a fresh member in the family, walking through crowds who I don't know. It was awkward. Thankfully, Hui Ru was there for me. She has always been a great buddy, who comes in "handy" all the time. I miss her &lt;strong&gt;sarcasm &lt;/strong&gt;actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked alongside her to the seats in the MPH and whispered into her ears, "NCC is still that cock up after 2 years." and she smiled back at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the emcee urged the crowd to settle down and began the forum. Mostly, regarding the new rules implemented into the system. Yet, I was disappointed once again that HQ was not keen in supporting tertiary NCC club. Basically in our own term, "all talk, no action." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT! That is it. Whatever, it's not like I'm going to benefit from it. Let's put the political issue aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiesta wasn't that fantastic as commented by Hajar/Hui Ru but it was my first time participating such event. I enjoyed the food first, followed by the activty. In between we slacked with Shamsul in the office. The highlight of the day wasn't the live singing but the dancefloor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandant called it "disco night" and that's out dated. It was unexpected how well and wild NCC people can get at the floor. A look at them and they resemble hardcore clubber. I'm sure they are and Azril's gang actually went to MOS after the whole thing. How spontaneous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even club before... &lt;strong&gt;suaku&lt;/strong&gt; (hokkien: ignorant).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8020374338343397132?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8020374338343397132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8020374338343397132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8020374338343397132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8020374338343397132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/clt-forum.html' title='CLT Forum/Fiesta'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5058852417818505037</id><published>2008-02-14T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>西方情人节</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8q-pLccbSI/AAAAAAAABPc/zAqk7xlayLE/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173156736644443426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8q-pLccbSI/AAAAAAAABPc/zAqk7xlayLE/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;survived&lt;/strong&gt; Valentine Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thanks Eric and Leslie for the company. I love the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jean rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You always make me feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;, like a little sister. &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/8387062803925029404-5058852417818505037?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5058852417818505037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5058852417818505037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5058852417818505037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5058852417818505037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-watched-cj7-on-valentine-day.html' title='西方情人节'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8q-pLccbSI/AAAAAAAABPc/zAqk7xlayLE/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-8543858842935104055</id><published>2008-02-13T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:46:44.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we argued over stupid thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not my fault if you can't read properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chee Kian for accompanying me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Please stay cute, Mr (Adam) Quek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8543858842935104055?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8543858842935104055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8543858842935104055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8543858842935104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8543858842935104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-argued-over-stupid-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-175050561361210699</id><published>2008-02-13T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:50:08.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN TYPE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;80 WORD PER MINUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. CAN YOU BEAT ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class went Lilian's house 拜年。Her mother is a 赌后 and really young! Sherlyn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Ban Luck Queen)&lt;/span&gt; and Hui Sing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Kok Leng Queen)&lt;/span&gt; have finally met their match on a game on &lt;strong&gt;blackjack&lt;/strong&gt;! Cherie and Yong Lun lost about $20 each. It was an unexpected loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I won $3 and it went to my dinner at Chinatown. Yong Lun treated me sugarcane drink. Don't give me the look that I'm like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;骗吃骗喝&lt;/span&gt;。I'm not denying it that I AM! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to unforeseen circumstances, I didn't meet up with Clement. What a waste. There's goes my Botak Jones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-175050561361210699?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/175050561361210699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=175050561361210699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/175050561361210699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/175050561361210699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/12th-february-class-went-lilians-house.html' title='random'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1343045696168730329</id><published>2008-02-12T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171718069827403090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiLv6H_VI/AAAAAAAABOM/KC8A-7zdD28/s320/d8115539.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiJP6H_SI/AAAAAAAABN0/IqKmbq-g6XU/s1600-h/00fdb06c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171718026877730082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiJP6H_SI/AAAAAAAABN0/IqKmbq-g6XU/s320/00fdb06c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel said, "jamie looks like she's dancing. tio boh? lol" in her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiK_6H_TI/AAAAAAAABN8/ol7HoSmumu0/s1600-h/80895c18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171718056942501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiK_6H_TI/AAAAAAAABN8/ol7HoSmumu0/s320/80895c18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How'd she managed to take such ugly pose!? I was playing HARD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiLP6H_UI/AAAAAAAABOE/SwyOljqV3HA/s1600-h/f47c354c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171718061237468482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiLP6H_UI/AAAAAAAABOE/SwyOljqV3HA/s320/f47c354c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There she goes, "...now fencing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiL_6H_WI/AAAAAAAABOU/lqcuYaVkha8/s1600-h/6e37b578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171718074122370402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiL_6H_WI/AAAAAAAABOU/lqcuYaVkha8/s320/6e37b578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my daughter, Mel(issa). John/Keith not invited to show here. JK! &lt;p align="right"&gt;全身酸痛！ Apart from double, she didn't play a proper game at all.&lt;br /&gt;But, we played well as a team. ^5 girl. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8387062803925029404-1343045696168730329?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1343045696168730329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1343045696168730329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1343045696168730329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1343045696168730329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/mel-said-jamie-looks-like-shes-dancing.html' title='Badminton Day'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WiLv6H_VI/AAAAAAAABOM/KC8A-7zdD28/s72-c/d8115539.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-8370523110702538711</id><published>2008-02-12T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:40.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Building Construction Supervisor Safety Course. I took the exam today, with 100 MCQ to tackle and it was wacky. I know the title of the course sounds "chim" and it's not really what you think it is - somehow. It's organized by MOM (Ministry of Manpower), and not my MOM (mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot said that to me, "heng ar, my mother never send me for such funny lesson. why ya mom so strict?" I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171723739184233842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnVv6H_XI/AAAAAAAABOc/U5vvjKpEg_A/s320/DSC03141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aloha Estelle (aka Min Yee). Look at that blue pick up, Allan drove that to school. He took all 10 of us, including himself to west coast for lunch. Allan is smart, humourous and nice. He's really friendly. We love his company! Oh, I sat at the front seat because I wore dress to school. How lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnWf6H_YI/AAAAAAAABOk/sSPk87yMmx0/s1600-h/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171723752069135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnWf6H_YI/AAAAAAAABOk/sSPk87yMmx0/s320/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnWv6H_ZI/AAAAAAAABOs/8vb9EnpXV78/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171723756364103058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnWv6H_ZI/AAAAAAAABOs/8vb9EnpXV78/s320/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel lived behind the store. She lives in a TOWNHOUSE! Get it? She told me the standard dropped. It used to taste better. I think it's average - at the moment. At one point, my ice tea got an insect, I told Hui Sing and she immediately call for the waiter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She was nice to ask him to change for me. Instead she requested, "one more plate of curry!" I was expecting this, "uncle, help me change this drink. there's ant." She never failed to surprise me. Totally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnW_6H_aI/AAAAAAAABO0/4pC2bEIV6S8/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171723760659070370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnW_6H_aI/AAAAAAAABO0/4pC2bEIV6S8/s320/DSC03145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's her, trying to squeeze into the front seat with stephanie and me. skinny bitch* love. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8370523110702538711?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8370523110702538711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8370523110702538711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8370523110702538711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8370523110702538711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/building-construction-supervisor-safety.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WnVv6H_XI/AAAAAAAABOc/U5vvjKpEg_A/s72-c/DSC03141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-8000911713848253139</id><published>2008-02-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:40.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;幸福的日子 - 大家认同的西方情人节 （2月14日）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;我嘛？也没什么好预备的啦！我不孤单，也不难过。只想一个人静静的坐在一望无际的大海前，听听海浪和吹吹海风。那可是一种享受，不是因心灵的空虚才想那么做。你明白吗？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171710506389994706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbTf6H_NI/AAAAAAAABNM/fI9e7fwGIkc/s320/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before meeting my dearest bestie, I went City Square, JB to shop for shoes. To my disappointment, they ain't as cheap as I thought to be. Nonetheless, I went to Plaza Singapura and met up with them. (Above) Some sample of anniversary card, Cherie wants to DIY it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbUf6H_OI/AAAAAAAABNU/yb0gEZ8m1vw/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171710523569863906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbUf6H_OI/AAAAAAAABNU/yb0gEZ8m1vw/s320/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After walking around a few interesting outlet, we dropped by Times. I spotted Patrick's imitation, an ugly one indeed. Its eyes do not send out sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVP6H_PI/AAAAAAAABNc/SIQYFbl0pAs/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171710536454765810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVP6H_PI/AAAAAAAABNc/SIQYFbl0pAs/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVf6H_QI/AAAAAAAABNk/-YM-9mNHYrQ/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171710540749733122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVf6H_QI/AAAAAAAABNk/-YM-9mNHYrQ/s320/DSC03137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Camwhoring, probably not the best word to use here. It has been a tiring day, I have not started revising for Safety Course Exam (tomorrow). I'm so dead, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVv6H_RI/AAAAAAAABNs/v66EwtGFdGM/s1600-h/DSC03139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171710545044700434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbVv6H_RI/AAAAAAAABNs/v66EwtGFdGM/s320/DSC03139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Without further a do, Ajisen here I (we) come! Personally, I like ramen (handmade noodle) but it must have a good soup base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;看见她俩为情人节忙，心想了想 - 一个人也能过的幸福快乐。不用为礼物得事烦恼，心情非常好！哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8000911713848253139?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8000911713848253139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8000911713848253139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8000911713848253139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8000911713848253139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-preparation.html' title='Valentine Preparation'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R8WbTf6H_NI/AAAAAAAABNM/fI9e7fwGIkc/s72-c/DSC03126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3518019368146660986</id><published>2008-02-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:40.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7oAhf6H_II/AAAAAAAABMk/DWYI5Pbnh8I/s1600-h/1_319526415l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168444097862040706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7oAhf6H_II/AAAAAAAABMk/DWYI5Pbnh8I/s400/1_319526415l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photoshop-per, daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3518019368146660986?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3518019368146660986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3518019368146660986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3518019368146660986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3518019368146660986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/photoshop-per-daphne.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7oAhf6H_II/AAAAAAAABMk/DWYI5Pbnh8I/s72-c/1_319526415l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-4232332867785954440</id><published>2008-02-10T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lau Pa Sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69oNP6H_EI/AAAAAAAABME/aOXshI1pKI8/s1600-h/awardwinning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461874435161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69oNP6H_EI/AAAAAAAABME/aOXshI1pKI8/s320/awardwinning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Award Winning Photo: Satay went up to nostril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69n9v6H_CI/AAAAAAAABL0/-8HY-wFDW4U/s1600-h/DSC03120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461608147188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69n9v6H_CI/AAAAAAAABL0/-8HY-wFDW4U/s320/DSC03120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69n9_6H_DI/AAAAAAAABL8/H4hH08PuClU/s1600-h/DSC03125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461612442156082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69n9_6H_DI/AAAAAAAABL8/H4hH08PuClU/s320/DSC03125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69ncv6H-_I/AAAAAAAABLc/9I_7RzUgifo/s1600-h/siwei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461041211505650" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="287" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69ncv6H-_I/AAAAAAAABLc/9I_7RzUgifo/s320/siwei.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69nlP6H_BI/AAAAAAAABLs/AuOqGU-UOQg/s1600-h/greenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461187240393746" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="316" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69nlP6H_BI/AAAAAAAABLs/AuOqGU-UOQg/s320/greenie.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69nBv6H-8I/AAAAAAAABLE/amw_A82B_qs/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165460577355037634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69nBv6H-8I/AAAAAAAABLE/amw_A82B_qs/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time checked: 12:43am, 10 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Jeremy's house for BLACKJACK until 4am. This is the 3rd time I went home late in the year. I was winning as a banker and the hosts stopped me from leaving my place. It was until I lost half of my winnings, then they decided to call it a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCAMERS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. Especially the one who stuck satay up her... NOSE!&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/8387062803925029404-4232332867785954440?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4232332867785954440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4232332867785954440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4232332867785954440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4232332867785954440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/lau-pa-sat.html' title='Lau Pa Sat'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R69oNP6H_EI/AAAAAAAABME/aOXshI1pKI8/s72-c/awardwinning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3664278233493087165</id><published>2008-02-10T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:31:57.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to recall how I was cheated by my best friend/her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, that KFC delivery man was cute. Thanks for smiling at me and ignoring Wei Ling. She's not pleased at the unfair treatment. I thought he would prefer her because he's a malay and she looks like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, Wei Ling is still pretty as compared to me. *smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cherie invited the clique to her place once again. I refuse to jot down the event, we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's my BARCADI mixed???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3664278233493087165?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3664278233493087165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3664278233493087165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3664278233493087165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3664278233493087165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-want-to-recall-how-i-was-cheated.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-4518858178196550076</id><published>2008-02-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:23:30.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hhLbFRupEJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hhLbFRupEJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taylor Swift, Teardrop on my Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll be she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough for me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4518858178196550076?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4518858178196550076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4518858178196550076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4518858178196550076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4518858178196550076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/taylor-swift-teardrop-on-my-guitar-drew.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-929088155340130800</id><published>2008-02-08T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:45:50.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY itself, was a screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to watch the movie I wanted, and LOUSY JASMINE did it without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Ah Long Pte Ltd&lt;/strong&gt; with her family (my cousin). She done it without us, the elite team. This year, the elite team in the family is at least 14 years old. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheena, Jamie, Jeremy, Jovin, Jasmine and Melvin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(according to age and experience)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what, they are my nieces and nephews. I'm their 表姨. I know that sounds like 辈分很高，也很老气. I can't help it when my Aunty is 18 years older than my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you must know, I got no more than $100 of red packet that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a &lt;strong&gt;calculation &lt;/strong&gt;for my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position/$&lt;br /&gt;DY - 12&lt;br /&gt;SG - 4&lt;br /&gt;ND - 8&lt;br /&gt;SM - 20&lt;br /&gt;JM - 6&lt;br /&gt;MM - 12&lt;br /&gt;KM -12&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Total: $72&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total (plus brother): $72 + $68 = $140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Given out: - $280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Damage: $140&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-929088155340130800?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/929088155340130800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=929088155340130800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/929088155340130800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/929088155340130800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-itself-was-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5888488331376354183</id><published>2008-02-06T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:41.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7no7v6H_GI/AAAAAAAABMU/doVLLz_WXLA/s1600-h/steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168418160554540130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7no7v6H_GI/AAAAAAAABMU/doVLLz_WXLA/s400/steamboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7no8P6H_HI/AAAAAAAABMc/NepwajiXfKc/s1600-h/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168418169144474738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7no8P6H_HI/AAAAAAAABMc/NepwajiXfKc/s400/DSC03113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beyond words and explanation. For 5 pax consumption, what you see here will lasts my family 3 days 2 nights. Must I mention, the food was delicious? I hope the standard maintain until the 3rd day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5888488331376354183?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5888488331376354183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5888488331376354183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5888488331376354183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5888488331376354183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY Eve'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7no7v6H_GI/AAAAAAAABMU/doVLLz_WXLA/s72-c/steamboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-1230100098825874117</id><published>2008-02-06T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:02:14.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was enthusiastic for the arrival of CNY. I completely understand I have a list of to do list to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things to do by 7th February 2008, 0000 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do not revise for Safety Course Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do watch television programme the whole night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do online and play games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But my mother said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wash all the dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clear away unwanted clothes/books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vacuum the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clean the bookshelves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prepare steamboat/bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mop the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prepare red packet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and many more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just as I thought my big plans for CNY's eve can be fulfil, I caught a cold. How disappointing, lying through the night at the comfort of an air-con room. That's sarcastic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I do look forward to tonight's dinner. It going to be sinful to my tummy. I predict I be fatter by the end of next 15 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Demoraliz-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1230100098825874117?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1230100098825874117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1230100098825874117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1230100098825874117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1230100098825874117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-enthusiastic-for-arrival-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-3395286298634617063</id><published>2008-02-05T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:42.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rashiqah Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7nbSv6H_FI/AAAAAAAABMM/KqPNQ3FzqQk/s1600-h/elshiekh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168403162528742482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7nbSv6H_FI/AAAAAAAABMM/KqPNQ3FzqQk/s320/elshiekh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (stay tune for more photos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is considerably our Judgement Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd our FYP Final Grade Presentation, I believe we got ourselves a B Grade and not an A Grade. I think it's okay, as we ain't that well prepared. At least, the lecturers are fighting among themselves over us. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something to happy about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, we (sijie, lilian n i) went to celebrate Rashiqah's 20th birthday at the above restaurant. The food was delicious, not totally exotic but still good for my taste bud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our time there chilling, and daidee. Rashiqah actually played with us. I was astonised! The place was remarkably relaxing and we enjoyed ourselves alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed 2 lessons for Building Construction Supervisor Safety Course by MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I say, JIALAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3395286298634617063?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3395286298634617063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3395286298634617063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3395286298634617063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3395286298634617063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/rashiqah-bday.html' title='Rashiqah Bday'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R7nbSv6H_FI/AAAAAAAABMM/KqPNQ3FzqQk/s72-c/elshiekh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-5530922357799006682</id><published>2008-02-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:41:43.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a-okay</title><content type='html'>I happened to change my purse, and took a look at my First Aid card. I'm certified to perform first aid, yet I left that poor lady... I mean, she's drunk, injured, in good hands and I'm done. Although the one attended to her was a Life Saver, not certified First Aider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recall the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see her fall, but judging from her position, it's a slip and fall situation. According to her height and weight, she fell on her head. That was sign of bleeding. No bandage, I can't wrap her head. From my understanding, she's suffering from cut and concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was drunk, you can't expect much response but she wasn't yelling in pain. I observed her and she's fine. No need for muscle squeeze, why add on her pain? She definitely need a few no. of stitches on her head. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me I speak in sarcasm, okay! I mean she's really fine, she needs an ambulane and we got it for her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in good hands. I try to look away but I start to feel bad about not doing anything physically. Wait, if you can't do much, dont crowd around. Save her from unknowing embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the paramedic always say... that's for some of you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed that those guys have a heart for troubled lady. Well, we have a good side in us. Let's look at the sunny side, that lady going to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5530922357799006682?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5530922357799006682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5530922357799006682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5530922357799006682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5530922357799006682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-happened-to-changed-my-purse-and-took.html' title='she&apos;s a-okay'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8589831844456622395</id><published>2008-02-03T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:42.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEE Annual Dinner &amp; Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic; I will miss this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Yong Sheng, the rest of us have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unofficially graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At Le Meridien Hotel&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it marks the end of milestone. Every ending opens a new chapter, that will not be the last gathering. Wolfpackers will have an activity next time with full strength of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162749824667447010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6XFnLODbuI/AAAAAAAABK0/QXjgZs7utAY/s400/P2030128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Clockwise) ME! Adelin, Malcolm, Yong Sheng, Guo Xiong, Yi Long &amp;amp; Mike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162749807487577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6XFmLODbrI/AAAAAAAABKc/dI_T2bmsi7Y/s400/P2020125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Adelin &amp;amp; I: &lt;em&gt;Open minded&lt;/em&gt; // Malcolm's friends: &lt;em&gt;Conservative&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6XFnLODbvI/AAAAAAAABK8/nCKHSQUzGvc/s1600-h/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162749824667447026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6XFnLODbvI/AAAAAAAABK8/nCKHSQUzGvc/s400/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME! and Wei Zhan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(virtual friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say I changed my impression of engineering guys. Oh yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;positive feedback&lt;/strong&gt;. They are adorable, okay. I just can't stop laughing at the hilarious actions/words from the group I'm with pre/post ADD. Life is wonderful with good funny people around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the stroll. I love the bus ride. I love the serenity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to you-know-who. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I'm relieved. It didn't turn out to be my disasterous prom night sequel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8589831844456622395?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8589831844456622395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8589831844456622395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8589831844456622395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8589831844456622395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/02/eee-annual-dinner-dance.html' title='EEE Annual Dinner &amp; Dance'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6XFnLODbuI/AAAAAAAABK0/QXjgZs7utAY/s72-c/P2030128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-8033970124798651045</id><published>2008-01-31T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:42.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not to oversee, Cherie's &lt;em&gt;unselfishness&lt;/em&gt; in lending me her precious dress for EEE Annual Dinner and Dance. I have complimented you in public, are you satisfied? It's a beautiful dress, nice foresight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone shares the same sentiment, that we all have a special day to look forward to. C'mon make a guess!? Hello, it's &lt;strong&gt;THE PAY DAY&lt;/strong&gt;! Money make the world go round, wait, isn't that superficial? Who cares, you can't live without money, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love being NAPFA TESTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I love the money they paying me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162742325654548130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6W-yrODbqI/AAAAAAAABKU/tb4SD6FqhEs/s200/DSC03099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My main concern wasn't being caught for scandalous affair. I was mocked at by this auntie in the bus. What's wrong with using IKEA bag after shopping at IKEA and filled it with IKEA products? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to organize my bookcase for Chinese New Year what. Spring cleaning you know. I'm halfway done only. hmpfh* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okay, standard english, i try) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8033970124798651045?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8033970124798651045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8033970124798651045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8033970124798651045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8033970124798651045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-to-oversee-cheries-unselfishness-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6W-yrODbqI/AAAAAAAABKU/tb4SD6FqhEs/s72-c/DSC03099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3986039732899966313</id><published>2008-01-31T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:58:34.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, life is really unfair and we wish we can do it all over. Yet, someone reminded me something is over and done with. Let's keep our sight looking forward. Don't dwell on the past and be focus. That's life anyway, you don't get a second chance in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with Cherie and went to her place right at the eastern part of Singapore. Usually, people go there for merry making (I understand that Sex is not part of it.) If you have got it right, then you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;em&gt;feminine soul&lt;/em&gt; is not graceful in her posture at home. (I won't tell anyone about your...) To keep my mouth shut, and to stuff it tight too, I was given a few pieces of luxury goods. The last thing, I want to hear from her, apart from "Have a safe trip home", she said - "&lt;strong&gt;Wish you miss your last train&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, a question has been repeating itself - "Is she really my best friend?" It was a hit at the bull eye, accurately aim from a distance few bus stop away. Upon stepping into the zone, the train service ended, right before my eyes that the train left swiftly. I must express my utmost "&lt;em&gt;appreciation&lt;/em&gt;" to this beautiful young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my purse and there's $50 change to last until Sunday. I "plucked" up my courage and approached one of the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, I only have $20 cash, can you take me to Choa Chu Kang please?" It was 11:45pm and I boarded the cab, then the uncle realized it was a mistake to accept my offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE WAS NICE YET VIOLENT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's personal, I "promised" to be a listener)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trapped in a road block, there was massive jam @ 12:20am around Bukit Timah and I saw the meter jumping. My heart jumped as well, more of sign of relief that I saved &lt;strong&gt;30%&lt;/strong&gt; of the fare (from Pasir Ris). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, people must be thinking&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jamie is a Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That uncle is making a living and there she's cheating his feeling. I confessed to God knows who, that I lied. That man praised I was a good liar. It wasn't a comforting one. Thanks for the sarcasm, I sensed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3986039732899966313?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3986039732899966313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3986039732899966313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3986039732899966313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3986039732899966313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-life-is-really-unfair-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5319730838639785191</id><published>2008-01-29T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:44.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>could it be the last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;It does not matter if it's good or bad, everything bound to come to an end. I'm glad I'm almost there yet I felt uneasy. The first breathe of freedom brings one step closer to reality - working society. But first, let's comment how today went by - *poof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After all the trying of past year paper and plenty of mugging, the expected question didn't come out. Nonetheless, whatever we memorized didn't flow out much as well. Our final paper, namely the Building Services 3, we ended up spinning stories to make up our insufficient answer. I would said, "We're not alone!" with a loud laughters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3J7ODblI/AAAAAAAABJs/t2DG_JwDP60/s1600-h/DSC03062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663560249306706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3J7ODblI/AAAAAAAABJs/t2DG_JwDP60/s200/DSC03062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DPFM/3B02 *Fish n' Co Glass House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3KLODbmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/kSr_xTewluc/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663564544274018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3KLODbmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/kSr_xTewluc/s200/DSC03060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3QLODbnI/AAAAAAAABJ8/VETJJAv3nxk/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663667623489138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3QLODbnI/AAAAAAAABJ8/VETJJAv3nxk/s200/DSC03058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2QbODbjI/AAAAAAAABJc/iBZ1BZ1M2tY/s1600-h/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162662572406828594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2QbODbjI/AAAAAAAABJc/iBZ1BZ1M2tY/s200/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2PrODbiI/AAAAAAAABJU/RLkjqq62EFQ/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162662559521926690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2PrODbiI/AAAAAAAABJU/RLkjqq62EFQ/s200/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2QrODbkI/AAAAAAAABJk/aiINbpxGA1Q/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162662576701795906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2QrODbkI/AAAAAAAABJk/aiINbpxGA1Q/s200/DSC03065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like their sense of humour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3QrODboI/AAAAAAAABKE/6C5lMgDRRR8/s1600-h/Nokia030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663676213423746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3QrODboI/AAAAAAAABKE/6C5lMgDRRR8/s200/Nokia030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3SbODbpI/AAAAAAAABKM/N621NRrpgos/s1600-h/DSC02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162663706278194834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3SbODbpI/AAAAAAAABKM/N621NRrpgos/s200/DSC02451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2PLODbhI/AAAAAAAABJM/GzxXu4BwVuw/s1600-h/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162662550931992082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2PLODbhI/AAAAAAAABJM/GzxXu4BwVuw/s200/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was nicely aimed. aku markmen! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1C7ODbdI/AAAAAAAABIs/UKqSGmBOiVc/s1600-h/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661240966966738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1C7ODbdI/AAAAAAAABIs/UKqSGmBOiVc/s200/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2OLODbgI/AAAAAAAABJE/vJRbEhjX7P4/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162662533752122882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V2OLODbgI/AAAAAAAABJE/vJRbEhjX7P4/s200/DSC03076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1DrODbeI/AAAAAAAABI0/ITAJFPahsKs/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661253851868642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1DrODbeI/AAAAAAAABI0/ITAJFPahsKs/s200/DSC03082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1FLODbfI/AAAAAAAABI8/Wjnrw94Fax0/s1600-h/DSC03081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661279621672434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1FLODbfI/AAAAAAAABI8/Wjnrw94Fax0/s200/DSC03081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1ALODbcI/AAAAAAAABIk/qqlLsyet9Ac/s1600-h/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661193722326466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V1ALODbcI/AAAAAAAABIk/qqlLsyet9Ac/s200/DSC03090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V0_rODbbI/AAAAAAAABIc/G8zSIWwONqs/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661185132391858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V0_rODbbI/AAAAAAAABIc/G8zSIWwONqs/s200/DSC03091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rashiqah commented that Xiu Rong make a better drag' queen as compared to Yong Lun. I can't deny that XR is borned with acting talent. His ability is to make people smile. Apart from that, the four of us went to catch a movie: The Mist (Novel by Stephen King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This author never fail in his thriller, its ending left me devastated. I'm bothered to bother why it has to end this way. My heart simply aches for the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, "&lt;strong&gt;SHIT HAPPENS!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5319730838639785191?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5319730838639785191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5319730838639785191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5319730838639785191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5319730838639785191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/could-it-be-last.html' title='could it be the last...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R6V3J7ODblI/AAAAAAAABJs/t2DG_JwDP60/s72-c/DSC03062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-5329505232238182526</id><published>2008-01-29T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:14:48.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our friendship is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5329505232238182526?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5329505232238182526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5329505232238182526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5329505232238182526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5329505232238182526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-friendship-is-disgusted.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2903028419592953434</id><published>2008-01-28T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:09:22.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fake a smile so he won't see, the teardrop on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart might be aching, my eyes might be tearing and my mind says, I still love him. Nevermind about his unresponsive behaviour, I was &lt;strong&gt;redundent&lt;/strong&gt; to him once. That word itself can lasts me a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for a hand I can't hold, a figure I can't forget and the smile on his face that meant for others. I love myself, definitely I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to his voice clip through my cell phone, I can't help but cry again. Am I that detestable? That you are more than willing to see me suffering? Those marks on my elbow, only prove to be history of pain you left me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a loud cry to someone who barely hear me now. Why did it turn out like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2903028419592953434?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2903028419592953434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2903028419592953434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2903028419592953434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2903028419592953434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-fake-smile-so-he-wont-see-teardrop-on.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-7814679612911905816</id><published>2008-01-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:40:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, shall be my last examination paper - I hope so. Beside that, another reason to celebrate is my 3rd month of singlehood (&lt;em&gt;in advance&lt;/em&gt;). I deleted his comments off friendster, but the real truth, I compiled it so I can read it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a couple of emails to him then, he never reply a single of it. I admitted it was my bad to start that awful argument. I was unintentional, I was fearful of losing someone I bonded so well with. No one's perfect, that doesn't mean I won't want to make changes or improvements that I desire for myself. We changed to be better, and you decided to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over thrown by anger and worries, I can't handle a proper communication with you. I won't doubt your trust if you have been honest to me. Yes, a guy doesn't stop knowing or liking girls, even in a relationship. It got me thinking how faithful can someone be for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run from conflict, you never bother to answer my question. Because of you, I failed to manage my emotions. I don't play games, pressure or manipulate someone in a relationship. I believe in being true to someone I love. In a close relationship, it is inevitable to have conflict. Can't we be more open minded to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have violated your bottom line and dignity by verbal abuse. Yet, I was left with no choice. I suffered a loss, I have grieved and I still feel sorry about myself. Wiping away teardrops on my laptop, I try to close the chapter and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, the sadness over a breakup takes control of my life, I have no direction. Perhaps, you have fixed your pain. &lt;strong&gt;I can't hear what you don't say to me&lt;/strong&gt;. I just can't be expected to know what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be told and listen to every word you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be the best thing in my life, and &lt;strong&gt;to receive an embrace from you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever make excuses or dismiss my presence, stop me from weeping no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-7814679612911905816?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7814679612911905816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7814679612911905816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7814679612911905816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7814679612911905816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesday-shall-be-my-last-examination.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8017029893160084380</id><published>2008-01-26T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:27:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never have the drive of desire to understand myself or find a place in the world. I need no high profile or personal significance, much less being an individualist. I was labelled a "pirate", that said I don't go for originality. I said that is source of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm ruled by empathy. Being analytical most of the times, I was deemed The Perfectionist. Unfortunately, my compassion rule over the aggressive side of my self. I love the way how my physical involvement in the local community can bring joys to others. I reach out my hand for those outcry I heard. It's not sympathy but a naive thought that the world is a safe place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to believe everything going to be alright, it's a choice I made. That applies on the perspective of that glass of water, if it is half full or half empty. In the simple pleasure in life, is to smile each day, loose your body and ease your mind. Do no more soul searching, I have looked deep inside once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life like this, I have to say it has been good. Be contented with what your have, cherish it while you can and don't ever let the cynical side get into you. Optimistism never goes wrong, perhaps, it's living in deniel for some people (like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeating delete my former entries, unposted for the past 4 days. I'm not hiding my childish thoughts but to share the best of it, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you learn something about me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8017029893160084380?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8017029893160084380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8017029893160084380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8017029893160084380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8017029893160084380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-never-have-drive-of-desire-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5921679830258378015</id><published>2008-01-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:30:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hit by anxiety attack, it's my examination paper today! Let's keep this part short, it was a fairly well done paper. I'm satisfied with my performance, now is to check out the results in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from that, my class loves to indulge in good food, entertainment and the company of one another. They are adorable and humourous. I'm thankful I have them in my life, to share joys and sorrows. It has been a long time since I hang out with them and take wacky photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian/Cherie led the way to Rochor Original Beancurb You Tiao shop near Paradiz Centre. The food tasted good because there's good companion. Cherie/Rashiqah and I watched 27 dresses @ The Grand Cathay for just $6/ticket. It's reasonably priced, if you have watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here, I don't know what I'm typing either. What a random entry. I just wanna say, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE COS I HAVE WONDERFUL FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5921679830258378015?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5921679830258378015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5921679830258378015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5921679830258378015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5921679830258378015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/hit-by-anxiety-attack-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2254363642831058799</id><published>2008-01-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:03:32.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Dialing</title><content type='html'>"I'm drunk. I'm drunk." said a tipsy soul, with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that drunk dialing typically takes place late at night when the caller returns home from an eventful evening at a gathering that involves alcohol. While still inebriated, the individual call selected individual in order to engage them in &lt;strong&gt;nonsensical or undesirable conversation&lt;/strong&gt; at odd hours (3:10am) of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely know the individual, it is forgiven (to myself) that I don't know he has drunk dialing problem. I might hold a mobile phone hostage once intoxication devours it's owner's better judgement. In a less than sober situation, I would cave in to pleas for its release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk dialers is a drunkard who express his actions through phonecall. It's a good thing I can't see what he's doing. I vividly recalled the past experience with my classmates, I was abused. Sometimes, it's amusing to know the comical side of them yet they are being &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. Simply put into words, drunkards can be pushy and indiscriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual who call anyone who might answer, leave messages for those who don't and continue to plumb the entries in their phone books until they are finally greeted with a sleepy, often cranky voice. In the sober light of day, some try deleting the phone numbers of people they want to avoid calling, only to learn that there are some digits even a few chiva drink won't let you forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, the real problem is not with gadgets of instant gratification, but with consuming too much alcohol. It's probably not a good sign that most of the proposals for reform focus on the technology, not on the drinking. But until we manage to end inebriation, we can at least work on protecting the rest of the world's right to uninterrupted sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2254363642831058799?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2254363642831058799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2254363642831058799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2254363642831058799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2254363642831058799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/drunk-dialing.html' title='Drunk Dialing'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6716976530757473643</id><published>2008-01-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:32:18.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enneagram</title><content type='html'>For your information, Enneagram of Personality theory consists a Enneagram figure that indicates nine principal ego-archetypal forms (human personality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Humanitarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Entertainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Expressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Experimenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Adventurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Negotiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a Type 9:The Negotiator, people might likely to appreciate the unpretentious way about myself. As well, the good natured approach I might take to relationships and life in general. Friends, family, and colleagues apt to know that when they come to me with a problem, I can be counted on to be reassuring and patient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a Negotiator, I am likely to be seen as a good moderator and communicator who emphasizes finding equitable, amicable resolutions to problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This means that compared to the eight other Enneagram types, I have a strong sense of inner peace and stability that drives me to resolve conflicts, or potential conflicts, in my path. I am, an individual who can probably be committed to healing myself and others while balancing myself with a happiness that comes from life's simple pleasures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I am prone to dissociation and passive-aggressive behaviour. One thing for sure, my holy idea in life is Love and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want assurance for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6716976530757473643?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6716976530757473643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6716976530757473643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6716976530757473643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6716976530757473643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/enneagram.html' title='Enneagram'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2265284166216776272</id><published>2008-01-22T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:38:22.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/12/2007 12:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too... luving ya right here &amp;amp; right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/12/2007 12:06 pm&lt;br /&gt;i told you i might go out tonite. if see me not online after long gorest first when i called you.. maybe i wasn't clear enuff.. was out till 12 with my sis..results are out dearie.. goodluckkae..will definately COME online today at 11 pm.. its shopping DAY 2.. gonna head down to jay jay fer you..cya later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/30/2007 12:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;mud bath fun ~ muahaha...had fun in a double with you...feels good over the high waves with someone i love..heez..~BEAR hugs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/11/2007 4:02 pm&lt;br /&gt;stop yawning with ur mouth so BIG ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/22/2007 10:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;ur editing skills is over the top i must say..like our make-over as taiwanese SUPERSTARs.. enjoyed my day with you at sentosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/23/2007 12:41 am&lt;br /&gt;wanna leave you a SURPRISE before i go on my dive trip..need i explain more..~hee hee...one of the many crazy moments we spent..with many more to come..loote ya loads..*Bearie Hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/4043658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/15/2006 2:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;hey baby..here i am in THAILAND,writing this testi fer ya..heez..i wanted to write this earlier but the internet service they provide is only working today =D.. I'm here just to tell you how much i missed you during my trip..kkae..i'll be seeing you REAL soon..iLu~p.S : ur bag is seriously hard to locate..hope you like wat i chose..Muackx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;----------&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DELETED-OFF-FRIENDSTER-COMMENT&lt;/span&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mel* did not exactly forced me to say, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dislike Joel. Move on Jamie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In life, when it doesn't require us to think so much, dont think! When we keep things simple, we see a better life =)" I shall heed your &lt;em&gt;overdue&lt;/em&gt; advice, stupid stitchie head! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;, is the first step to (recovery) be alright." as said by zhanzhan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I'm lost in my thoughts, who exactly I am to this individual. I need no well wishes but sincere treatment. LOVE, shall it be? I wonder who will &lt;em&gt;melt the snow&lt;/em&gt; in my heart? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, keep our thoughts &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's your ex boyfriend for you!" I will bear that in mind, I feel the double edged sword on my throat. &lt;em&gt;Deadly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2265284166216776272?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2265284166216776272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2265284166216776272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2265284166216776272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2265284166216776272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/joel-09122007-1227-pm-i-miss-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8843508067813982280</id><published>2008-01-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:37:30.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second announcement: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Greenie&lt;/span&gt; is backed from China! (i love you, weiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, nothing is perfect. Why do all the good things come to an end? I don't understand, perhaps, nothing lasts forever. At least, my girlfriends will not turn to foes. That will be worst than a friend turning to stranger. (&lt;em&gt;sidetrack&lt;/em&gt;) I'm&lt;strong&gt; thankful&lt;/strong&gt; she's backed in one piece, all healthy and pretty! You can't believe how much envious I have for you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be a total surprise, a great welcome but I hope you don't mind our usual mocking tone. You know we don't mean to angry you. In fact, we're overjoyed. You will get used to my new found&lt;em&gt; lighter&lt;/em&gt; Jamie. *skinny is cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third announcement: FYP is recommended for &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview has been scheduled and I'm thrilled. I'm at loss of words but I picked up my phone and started dialling numbers. If it has been 3 month ago, Joel would be the first to know. Judging by the situation we are at, the roles we are playing, I see myself in no position informing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grinning from ear to ear, heart pounding fast and words started pouring out, as soon the other end of the phone was responding. I can't contain my contentment that fell beyond submission. Spinnovex was the &lt;em&gt;optional &lt;/em&gt;checkpoint and we were taken out from the showcase. I assume, that marked the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nervous breakdown I had last week, the flu bug and all, seem to disappear upon the announcement. The team was &lt;strong&gt;motivated&lt;/strong&gt; to study. Be careful what you wish for, said Rashiqah. I laughed at the remark, I never thought there'll be continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an A shall not, a B shall be tho. Let's be contented with what we have so far. That applies to other area in life too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8843508067813982280?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8843508067813982280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8843508067813982280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8843508067813982280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8843508067813982280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-announcement-greenie-is-backed.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2470131404234156855</id><published>2008-01-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:01:27.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My examinations will commence on 24th and they will end in 29th. My itchy fingers are tapping on the keyboard, even if it is the "exam period". Well, here I am blogging for my regular readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first announcement: I'm&lt;strong&gt; fit&lt;/strong&gt; to study (&lt;em&gt;in peace&lt;/em&gt;). BYE BYE viruses! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Thank you peeps, for the well wishes and concerns. I will be fine, I promise!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my emotion's running on ultra-fluctuation mode. Apart from my cough and sneeze, that marked my presence in school (which I found it&lt;em&gt; irritating&lt;/em&gt;), I was at verge of a breakdown. Trembling pitches of a voice and random teary outbursts - I never anticipated I would cried in front of my lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strangely lethargic, drowsy all the time. It could be the medication that I'm taking or an excuse to run away from reality. None of their kind words motivate me, perhaps, they were right about me. I stressed on my academic performance, worries were unfounded, uncalled for but they seem real. I was indeed concern about the grades. I feel I have let you down - my lecturers, my parents and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, there's Happy Pill that bring me joy and soothe my tied-up nerves. Anxiety attack is still pretty new thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, to some individual negativity (&lt;em&gt;pride&lt;/em&gt;) hurts. There is a fine line between judgements and prejudices. Conflicts that arise, which one would have hoped to bury six feet under and disappeared from sight, seem to to keep popping out every now and then. However, an individual decided to be cynical instead of critical. Neither is appreciated for it's criticism, that comes with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passing remark, intentionally or unintentionally has left another individual a heavy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2470131404234156855?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2470131404234156855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2470131404234156855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2470131404234156855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2470131404234156855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-examinations-will-commence-on-24th.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-3664171933049540005</id><published>2008-01-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:18:22.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at those times, the tears I have cried and the pain I have endured. No one but me, understood it all. Again, who am I fighting for? My direction in life, apart from you, is to fight for myself. Suddenly, I see a flash of white light calling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything going to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3664171933049540005?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3664171933049540005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3664171933049540005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3664171933049540005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3664171933049540005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-one.html' title='No one'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1457056737769613661</id><published>2008-01-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:13:05.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The watch was ticking and it stopped. A glasses-less me, can't read what's on the whiteboard. I took out my mobile phone and hid under the shawl. Constantly looking at the time and I was caught red-handed by the invigilator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surrender your phone to me." I obediently listened to his command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worried sick me, perspired profusely. Cold sweat. I saw double vision and my pen fell off my hand. Many times, I dropped flat on the table. Uncontrollable cough and sneeze. It was difficult to recall the answer for the test question. I have studied so hard and my brain wasn't functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, I raised up my already weak arm to ask for permission. Judging from his facial expression, with my blurred vision, he looked concern at my pale face. Every step I took there, I felt like falling. I decided to drop out from my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High fever, almost 39 degree. You're experiencing side effects of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shocking. The doctor ended the session with - "If you continue the bad habit of not eating well, you're at risk of anorexia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm showing symptoms. I don't know how she knew but it's scaring me. Im not at the drastic end of weight loss. I'm maintaining a good unhealthy 7kilo loss for the past 2.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicine claimed to have little drowsiness effect was a lie. It put me to sleep almost immediately. I have yet to complete my revision for tomorrow's paper. I can't afford to cure the illness at the rate I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but I'm not alone in this battle. Pray me good luck and health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1457056737769613661?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1457056737769613661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1457056737769613661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1457056737769613661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1457056737769613661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/clock-was-ticking-and-it-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2407330168019519563</id><published>2008-01-14T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:34:11.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Please stay away from this man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back at the comment left by some individual. I was asking for friendly advice, yet remaining in permanent crisis. The man who has ruined my life, my trust for love, consume my ability to stay alive. Fat salty tears flew down my cheeks, formed rows of broken string pearls. I tried to choke back and swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a traditional family, most of the time we're happy. At the same time, I was preached by my pessimistic mother. No man will love a woman forever, nor be faithful. "Till death do us apart" was merely a storyline. I used to cry under my blanket when they were at edge of divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of men, I dare not enter a relationship readily. I was vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought every time I'm with you, never want it to come to an end. You told me it won't come to a stop, yet it did. You always make me so happy. You'll always have a place in my heart. What's all said and done, things usually don't go the way we wanted it to. Oh, I just have to believe what mother has preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to decipher the underlying meaning of that individual. I have attempted to read more on the surface details. The uncertainty provided by the individual, left me crying for more answers. Stuck in the maze, looking up the stars for direction, only to find a cloudy sky. Surrounded by concrete walls, I searched my way out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the maze, familiar faces that never give up on me. They knew I have put down that mask, still frozen in fear yet... I reached out my arms and welcome them in. An embrace I longed from that individual will never come. A love gone stale will never be fresh. My friendship with other individual will remain forever, they are indeed my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will heal from the broken heart. One day, I will find myself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2407330168019519563?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2407330168019519563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2407330168019519563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2407330168019519563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2407330168019519563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-stay-away-from-this-man.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6393118966923615524</id><published>2008-01-12T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:45.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-official Graduation (29 Jan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4ixAZfU6CI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZqVw4lT3B5o/s1600-h/enhanced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564393925928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4ixAZfU6CI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZqVw4lT3B5o/s400/enhanced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to Alexis and clique, we took our first (Year 3) class photo together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;olaroid shot, I'm excited okay?&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another month and so will another year pass us by. These years have passed us by so fast, it seems like I never got the chance to realize how good life really was. I have words left unsaid in my heart. Will there be another day that you may hear them out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw our hands up in the sky. And let the moment lasts, it feels like it was only yesterday. No more hanging out, and we are heading different track. Knock on my door, leave me a message, I will be there when you need me still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in this place and I said I can't wait till I get out of here. Now, as we walk down this aisle with three years all rolled up in a scroll. I can't help but think, "Hey, where did the time go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you and all the things we had gone through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever, we be friends forever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6393118966923615524?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6393118966923615524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6393118966923615524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6393118966923615524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6393118966923615524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-to-alexis-and-clique-we-took-our.html' title='Un-official Graduation (29 Jan)'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4ixAZfU6CI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZqVw4lT3B5o/s72-c/enhanced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-1937721554432430726</id><published>2008-01-12T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iln5fU5-I/AAAAAAAABHA/JnTKKQPI5EA/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154551878391228386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iln5fU5-I/AAAAAAAABHA/JnTKKQPI5EA/s200/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloJfU5_I/AAAAAAAABHI/OaK0UZTRHa0/s1600-h/DSC02698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154551882686195698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloJfU5_I/AAAAAAAABHI/OaK0UZTRHa0/s200/DSC02698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloZfU6AI/AAAAAAAABHQ/-jQVBu-lImU/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154551886981163010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloZfU6AI/AAAAAAAABHQ/-jQVBu-lImU/s200/DSC02771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloZfU6BI/AAAAAAAABHY/FXt-Qx2YCI4/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154551886981163026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iloZfU6BI/AAAAAAAABHY/FXt-Qx2YCI4/s200/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chocolate wedding cake, &lt;em&gt;Breadtalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Claypot sesame oil chicken with rice, &lt;em&gt;Clementi Central Main Hawker Centre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Battered fried fish and chips, &lt;em&gt;Chippy: British take away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chicken chop with egg, &lt;em&gt;Singapore Polytechnic FC 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recommended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dish from ja'miie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You have to try it, to know what I mean by - Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1937721554432430726?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1937721554432430726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1937721554432430726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1937721554432430726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1937721554432430726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/chocolate-wedding-cake-breadtalk.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4iln5fU5-I/AAAAAAAABHA/JnTKKQPI5EA/s72-c/DSC02697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-746290952206752471</id><published>2008-01-11T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:18:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tense Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Characters: C – Comedian, H – Hypocrite and V – Villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the king sent out an order to his kingdom. “I need brave warriors to safeguard the national treasure from the barbarians.” Three young men, C, H and V were selected to perform the ultimate task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, handles transport of the gem to and forth the secret room. H, watch out for suspicious characters in the vicinity. V, ensure the security of the showcasing. It was a well planned strategy, until… an occurrence of negligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V has left the casing unlock and within seconds, the gem was stolen. A righteous looking H encouraged V to push blame on C. An innocent C pacing at the nearby yard was approached by an angry (ulterior motive) V (to cover up his ass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation, no clarification and C was reprimanded for his slack. H (Jealousy man) was no kind soul, and can’t hide a fraction of his cunning smile. V marched towards the General and reported C on his unrepentant behavior. H came forward, patted C’s shoulder and mocked, “Loser. You’ll never survive. Stop pretending, to be Mr. Nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it. I was half believer-half cynical. Now it all shows how pathetic some people are.” C cried out in his head. He has to face the possibility of execution for failure to complete the task. C sneaked out of the castle and stepped on a journey for the lost treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there’s a will, there’s a way. To the unknown parties, C found the missing treasure. He presented the lost gem to the King and was spared from execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s all said and done. Being away from the cross fire zone, might not be a bad thing. Some angry words are better left unsaid. Despite the fact that people were sabotaging, the jaded feelings C has inside him: Yet, what doesn't break you, make you stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know who’s having the last laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fast forward fictional story -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-746290952206752471?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/746290952206752471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=746290952206752471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/746290952206752471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/746290952206752471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/tense-affair.html' title='Tense Affair'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8289241162136719762</id><published>2008-01-11T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T07:54:17.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>Emotions, nothing but the mere feelings of the heart. If you really love someone, you will set them free. Love is selfless. I say, love is possession and not sacrificial. I heard the true meaning of love, easily articulated but not practice. I, in my subconscious desire for simple love, often not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People masqueraded in our presence, careful analysed of their choice of words and actions. Carefully planned, yet carelessly shown. No one said it will be easy to find trust in complete stranger. If you have readily given yours away, don't be surprised, to be found lying in a pool of blood. The brutally act of honesty, an individual can get at the end of worthiness used by another individual. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continuing convo with cherie, adam &amp;amp; weizhan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is not often the unknown party who caught you unprepared. Betrayal, from those once hold dear to me (or anyone), I can't help but think - who they really are behind that mask of pretence? I'm beginning to feel the signs of lethargy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continuing convo with cherie) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is selfish. In an attempt, to deny the expected but not expected truth. Some individual fall deeper into self proclaimed trap, a human mudslide that prevents them from standing up. How about investing a pair of Teva sandals, to trek better through the slippery ground? Well, it is inevitable for one to live in denial. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(continuing convo with weizhan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my fair share of life, that I mastered the art of lying through one's teeth. Words come out like an overflowing cup from the running tap. And such addiction, on the less appreciated defensive behaviour, that no one exactly knew me. It all comes with age and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, how far will you go to prove love is not a possession. Perhaps, love is blind in the first place. It blurred your vision to see through the clouds above your head. Sometimes, you think with your head, rather with your heart. Love is illogical, rationally said but not specially done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusion of heart pumping fast, adrenaline rush that set your face red. "Oh, I'm in love." Think again, are you consuming alcohol that gave the you-swept-me-off-my-feet feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion to you is, you're drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8289241162136719762?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8289241162136719762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8289241162136719762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8289241162136719762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8289241162136719762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-7242163565030618731</id><published>2008-01-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:45.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback on Siloso Beach Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JNQpfU59I/AAAAAAAABG4/kcYUwAboTfM/s1600-h/sentosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152765872075761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JNQpfU59I/AAAAAAAABG4/kcYUwAboTfM/s320/sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JMhJfU58I/AAAAAAAABGw/14iJk874Xzs/s1600-h/IMG_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152765056031975362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JMhJfU58I/AAAAAAAABGw/14iJk874Xzs/s200/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JMg5fU57I/AAAAAAAABGo/JgBR2Td0YBU/s1600-h/stupidangmoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152765051737008050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JMg5fU57I/AAAAAAAABGo/JgBR2Td0YBU/s200/stupidangmoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers, to a New Year! I should have shown the Tiger Beer logo on the cup. Do we look like party-goers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at each event of my life in 2007, it all involved Joel. Let it be happiness or sadness, nothing can be better than an embrace from him. I gave up trying to recall 2007, it ended with a high note: &lt;em&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screaming crowds, the unexpected black men and the beautiful firework explosion. I was standing behind the deafening setting, looking up at the sky. Goodbye, depression. One by one, it went up, exploded and scattered into joys. I felt myself smiling then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but you don't belong to me anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8387062803925029404-7242163565030618731?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/7242163565030618731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=7242163565030618731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7242163565030618731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/7242163565030618731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/flashback.html' title='flashback on Siloso Beach Party'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4JNQpfU59I/AAAAAAAABG4/kcYUwAboTfM/s72-c/sentosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-4851719521117800329</id><published>2008-01-07T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:13:22.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/m4141Ecxzv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/m4141Ecxzv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What &lt;strong&gt;hurts the most&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;being so close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;having so much to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;watching you walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing what could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that &lt;strong&gt;loving you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still harder getting up, getting dressed, &lt;strong&gt;livin’ with this regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could &lt;strong&gt;do it over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would trade &lt;strong&gt;give away all the words&lt;/strong&gt; that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4851719521117800329?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4851719521117800329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4851719521117800329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4851719521117800329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4851719521117800329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can-take-rain-on-roof-of-this-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2915223847450467473</id><published>2008-01-07T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:46.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana Thai Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQa5fU52I/AAAAAAAABGA/eEsnKqs15r8/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417502983415650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQa5fU52I/AAAAAAAABGA/eEsnKqs15r8/s200/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417511573350258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQbZfU53I/AAAAAAAABGI/u2lp4fA-xM8/s200/DSC02695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQcJfU54I/AAAAAAAABGQ/rZi5xin9Pns/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417524458252162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQcJfU54I/AAAAAAAABGQ/rZi5xin9Pns/s200/DSC02693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQcpfU55I/AAAAAAAABGY/H47OjMhbBpY/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417533048186770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R4EQcpfU55I/AAAAAAAABGY/H47OjMhbBpY/s200/DSC02694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Clockwise) My sweetheart: Cherie. Pineapple fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;Pandan leaf chicken. Tom Yum Seafood Soup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I never taste Cherie before, I can't comment she's sweet - literally. Perhaps, I'm the sweet one, she bit me before. I can't get over the handphone issue. I mean, she dropped her phone on my feet and guess what. She shrieked, "MY HANDPHONE!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hello babe, my feet suffered the impact of fall and it HURTS! Your handphone is perfectly fine, don't even bother to check, okay! Never mind, that's like ages (2 weeks) ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ever wondered where to eat in Town, apart from the usual fast food restaurant? Well, you should visit Nana Thai Restaurant, at level 4 if you are in the vicinity of Far East Plaza. It has recently refurnished the outlet, to enhance its ambiance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you are with a friend, why don't you share some dishes like I did with Cherie, it's worth the money. For the health conscious ones, the Pineapple fried rice is not oily. You can smell the sweetness of the fruit, from each spoonful of rice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For the Tom Yum Soup, it always go well with rice. It does not have the overwhelming punch of spicy. I'm not good at taking spicy food, but the soup is simply irresistible and smooth down the throat. I wish they're generous with ingredient, it's too little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If soup is not your thing, Nana has some tasty finger food like: Pandan leaf chicken. It's strongly recommended from us. The grilled chicken chunk is tenderly fresh. Lets satisfy your taste buds and dip the chicken with mayonnaise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No additional service charge or GST. It's a nice place for friends to chill and indulge in good food. For whom it might concern, it's a halal restaurant. =) The prices are definitely affordable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2915223847450467473?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2915223847450467473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2915223847450467473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2915223847450467473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2915223847450467473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152092777686033922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pFZfU5gI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cp75ZKkQo9g/s200/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pE5fU5fI/AAAAAAAABDI/Nc_svisev4E/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152092769096099314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pE5fU5fI/AAAAAAAABDI/Nc_svisev4E/s200/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pFpfU5iI/AAAAAAAABDg/fTjZA60jZvg/s1600-h/p+iix+%C2%AE(95).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152092781981001250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pFpfU5iI/AAAAAAAABDg/fTjZA60jZvg/s200/p+iix+%C2%AE(95).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pFpfU5hI/AAAAAAAABDY/D3oRd9hs42U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152092781981001234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pFpfU5hI/AAAAAAAABDY/D3oRd9hs42U/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_n4JfU5aI/AAAAAAAABCg/FXfEhGUf2KA/s1600-h/27112007043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152091450541139362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_n4JfU5aI/AAAAAAAABCg/FXfEhGUf2KA/s200/27112007043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pF5fU5jI/AAAAAAAABDo/jc2FfFsUiUU/s1600-h/p+iix+%C2%AE(86).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152092786275968562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_pF5fU5jI/AAAAAAAABDo/jc2FfFsUiUU/s200/p+iix+%C2%AE(86).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_n4ZfU5cI/AAAAAAAABCw/nHbUSDsE300/s1600-h/cutie.pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_n45fU5eI/AAAAAAAABDA/WQI-dm1l50g/s200/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTJfU5VI/AAAAAAAABB4/entdEXYvtdg/s1600-h/09052006(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090814885979474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTJfU5VI/AAAAAAAABB4/entdEXYvtdg/s200/09052006(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTZfU5XI/AAAAAAAABCI/h_Cb9UaRXEA/s1600-h/27042006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090819180946802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTZfU5XI/AAAAAAAABCI/h_Cb9UaRXEA/s200/27042006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTZfU5YI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MwK3pemyYII/s1600-h/DSC00409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090819180946818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTZfU5YI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MwK3pemyYII/s200/DSC00409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mFZfU5SI/AAAAAAAABBg/-jeeS-Cowl0/s1600-h/100_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152089479151150370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mFZfU5SI/AAAAAAAABBg/-jeeS-Cowl0/s200/100_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTpfU5ZI/AAAAAAAABCY/jUWreEp1Gy0/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152090823475914130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_nTpfU5ZI/AAAAAAAABCY/jUWreEp1Gy0/s200/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mEpfU5QI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wnpy0pjhiuU/s1600-h/100_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152089466266248450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mEpfU5QI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wnpy0pjhiuU/s200/100_1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mFJfU5RI/AAAAAAAABBY/pfN4I1gZC3Q/s1600-h/P7240106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152089474856183058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_mFJfU5RI/AAAAAAAABBY/pfN4I1gZC3Q/s200/P7240106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random memories of us, happily together. ilu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lilian.cherie.fitriaini.rashiqah.mayche.huising.stephanie.mary.minyee.peiqin.marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;veronica.wanlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;daniel.kaiwen.jerome.louis.hewei.waychuan.yonglun.allen.chaocheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5297937437322773260?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5297937437322773260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5297937437322773260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5297937437322773260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5297937437322773260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/dpfm23-my-classmates.html' title='DPFM@23, my classmates'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3_sm5fU5zI/AAAAAAAABFo/WFj8jiiQ3Qk/s72-c/1_794956316l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-6619509679178925738</id><published>2008-01-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:51.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity CCA Open House 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;UNITY 6TH PDS ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hajar made it happened again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151997128764351730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-SF5fU5PI/AAAAAAAABBI/da59dj8yajw/s320/IMG_5089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Not the full squad, but they are marvellous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I simply love Unity PDS. NPCC, please don't repeat stunts. It's been boring since 4 years ago. I remember how Hajar and gang trained us for PDS, it was tough but we enjoyed it. There's passion in us, the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-PvJfU5II/AAAAAAAABAQ/SD6vZJSOt74/s1600-h/IMG5098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151994538899072130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-PvJfU5II/AAAAAAAABAQ/SD6vZJSOt74/s320/IMG5098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Batch of 2004, proud to be in Unity! My buddy, My USM, and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-PvJfU5JI/AAAAAAAABAY/lbXX-KK8N8Q/s1600-h/IMG_5091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151994538899072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-PvJfU5JI/AAAAAAAABAY/lbXX-KK8N8Q/s320/IMG_5091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends since Primary school, I adore her sweet smile. You're funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151996055022527698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-RHZfU5NI/AAAAAAAABA4/9f5qOzBmp1A/s200/IMG_5097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-RHpfU5OI/AAAAAAAABBA/Sr9dt2Zdp5Q/s1600-h/IMG5099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151996059317495010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-RHpfU5OI/AAAAAAAABBA/Sr9dt2Zdp5Q/s200/IMG5099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti Hajar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, I bear grudges on her but most of the time, she make us a stronger person. Without the pioneers, I guess we won't be who we are today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, commitment is a big responsibility. I never stop learning nor forget the important of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the simple gesture. I appreciate it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-PvpfU5LI/AAAAAAAABAo/l7bCHnJVB0U/s1600-h/IMG5099.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6619509679178925738?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6619509679178925738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6619509679178925738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6619509679178925738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6619509679178925738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/unity-cca-open-house-2008.html' title='Unity CCA Open House 2008'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-SF5fU5PI/AAAAAAAABBI/da59dj8yajw/s72-c/IMG_5089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-5231366541248048739</id><published>2008-01-03T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151981056996729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-DeZfU5GI/AAAAAAAABAA/sW4wblgtTRk/s320/unglam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(left) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLT&lt;/span&gt; July 2005 / (right) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt; July 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remember vividly that Alfred asked when I can slim back to that size (left)? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;* I already did, since 2 month ago! I can't believe I was that manly in secondary. I try to find some cute photo of me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, there is only one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151988633319040114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-KXZfU5HI/AAAAAAAABAI/r02o0Fdaeaw/s320/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do I look fair or someone from the Red Cross? That was taken after I "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;" from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt; (Air), I believe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neoprint&lt;/span&gt; was dated in October 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5231366541248048739?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5231366541248048739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5231366541248048739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5231366541248048739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5231366541248048739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just for laugh'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3-DeZfU5GI/AAAAAAAABAA/sW4wblgtTRk/s72-c/unglam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-898014236535139346</id><published>2008-01-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:45:56.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR, 2008! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fine, I'm slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I think that music play a big part of my life. It makes me a happy person. I want to learn piano more than guitar. I don't fancy classical music but pop rock turn me on. Well written lyric with groovy tune make me want to dance. SING ALONG, babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have been talking about it a long time. How the society here has changed and the perspective of youngsters... But such current affair is beyond our control. Certainly, we speak about it but not exactly with the guys around us. We ain't bimbo, who dress up nicely and lack of brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly truth of all, to know the differences between some guys and girls set them further apart. No matter how hard you try, or what he has said, it doesn't matter anymore. Looking forward to the age of 20, will I be a happier person with anyone or myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is a bliss. Sadly, there is &lt;em&gt;no true love&lt;/em&gt; or forever love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I been through partial brain damage and completed the article for Hui Ru. =) I miss you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-898014236535139346?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/898014236535139346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=898014236535139346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/898014236535139346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/898014236535139346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-belated-new-year-2008-fine-im.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6017186360746156522</id><published>2008-01-02T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:14:57.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The cockroach which you tried to kill in the toilet swallowed you up? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;." - Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth did I end up with such a best friend? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; cracking my head up, hope to find out that it's not empty inside. While Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zhan&lt;/span&gt; was keeping me awake to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;, I fell asleep at one point. YAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of stupid that I didn't get thing done, my new year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt; didn't turn out well. I believe with sheer determination, I can pull myself through. 2 week of holiday ended too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You called that holiday? Are you sure?", asked Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zhan&lt;/span&gt; and Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a man, I got 2 sisters whom I'm not sure if it's for real. I'm not bothering cos' this January is so important to me. Whatever goes wrong, I have to make it right again. Apart from the relationship, I'm going to focus just studying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NCC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my new year resolution for 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do what's expected from me in school, at home and work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do it well, leave no room for regrets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less bitchy but more happening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money for University, I hope so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's all for the moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought myself an organizer, it's time to organize my life like I used to. Sorry to the heartbroken ones. (The girls knew what I meant.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6017186360746156522?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6017186360746156522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6017186360746156522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6017186360746156522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6017186360746156522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/cockroach-which-you-tried-to-kill-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-4375590774160505663</id><published>2008-01-01T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:09:42.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Happy New Year... Be safe and healthy =)" Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last message I received in Year 2007. Thanks for the well wishes but it didn't seem necessary. You didn't give me what I wanted from you. Also, for the fact that you blocked me in MSN. That was not gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most traumatic experience, the moment I came home from the party. No, it has nothing to do with me washing the dirty dishes or the clothes. I stepped into the shower and saw a big cockroach next to the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie wasn't kind to comfort but suggested that baygon will be my best friend. That was very helpful babe. It was a struggle between me (standing on the chair) and it for half an hour. YES! I succeeded, I think it died somewhere at my home. =( The time then was 4am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two person I called around that time were Cherie and Eric. I need a boyfriend who's not afraid of cockroach or lizard, and spider. Alright, I shall be brave on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jing Kai you got a manly voice. I'm totally fallen head over heel for your voice. You protrayed Daven like some dirty old man! Naughty* Be it at the pub or party, it will be equally fun with quality companies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诰诉我， 如何不爱你们多一点呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4375590774160505663?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4375590774160505663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4375590774160505663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4375590774160505663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4375590774160505663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1176463728298496135</id><published>2008-01-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:42:22.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siloso Beach Party, where the fun is...</title><content type='html'>Amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; directory to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yumcha&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant, Chinatown (provided by Cherie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From the Chinatown control station, your back facing the control, turn left than walk straight then turn left again. Then walk straight to the escalator. Then walk straight all the way along that stretch of road. Look up and look for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yumcha&lt;/span&gt; signboard. It's on the right, cross a small narrow road. There you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;DIRECTION &lt;/strong&gt;but I was expecting &lt;strong&gt;CHECKPOINT&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yumcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dimsum&lt;/span&gt; buffet, worth the try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Cherie and Jeremy invited me to the foam party. The more the merrier, how true but I know mother will not agree to it. Jeremy commented, "Jamie is a spoiler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dimsum&lt;/span&gt; and persuasion from them, I called my mother. She agreed without second thought. &lt;em&gt;Are you really my mother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Siwei&lt;/span&gt; was issued guard duty on New Year Eve. =( Sandra managed to make it. The 3 ladies dressed up nicely + bikini to the beach. I felt unsecured at those curious stares on me. The bus ride with Sandra was so uncool, there was a mother who didn't know how to behave like an adult. She farted openly and swung around beside us. She rested on Sandra's boobs. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was considerably torturous walking to and forth the car park, before settling down at the beach. We're barefooted and the floor wasn't comfortable for walking. I bet we didn't like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; who pecked our cheeks. We spitted in our unwanted drink for those greedy party-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unexpected that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bangalah&lt;/span&gt;" were filthy rich, Jeremy said they were showering with the foam! Gross! I must comment that the music and crowd were very wrong. I felt that my ticket price was not justified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I paid for a close up view of fireworks. It got me jumping excitedly! Sandra was like my the other half that night. =) Jeremy was a smooth driver, he got us safely home. Before we knew it, it was 3am in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1176463728298496135?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1176463728298496135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1176463728298496135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1176463728298496135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1176463728298496135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2008/01/siloso-beach-party-where-fun-is.html' title='Siloso Beach Party, where the fun is...'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1997988266561070830</id><published>2007-12-31T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-in-1</title><content type='html'>Here come the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27/12/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39a25fU5AI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tvAh33g4gfA/s1600-h/DSC02661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151936397926786050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39a25fU5AI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tvAh33g4gfA/s320/DSC02661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair rebonded at Kimage, School of Hairdressing. If you don't mind unskilled students, you should give it a try? I mean, going through hell of getting hair damage and burns. Other than those I mentioned, the normal wash and cut were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/12/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the only thing I ever good at is "poor timing". I guess it's just me being lazy most of the time. =) Cherie and I decided to spent remaining half of our day in Town. The ultimate purpose was to battle through the crowd and get the best bargain for - CNY clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also benefited from those long walks. One end to the other of Orchard wasn't easy, with heavy bags on our shoulders. We were very thirsty all the time. I seriously wonder why. Perhaps, we talked too much. I think Jeremy is lagging behind us. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Mel and my clique, I must say we're sucha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/12/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do I get to wake up this early at 8am, just to get ready for dimsum? Bertram and I went down to Red Star Restaurant, at Chinatown. I been there once when I was much younger. Cherie had craving for dimsum but it wasn't satisfying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gW5fU5FI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_tdWj8A0reQ/s1600-h/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942445240738898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gW5fU5FI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_tdWj8A0reQ/s200/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWpfU5EI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AePDD_zXpyg/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942440945771586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWpfU5EI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AePDD_zXpyg/s200/DSC02668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWZfU5DI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ryBnDzIq_vQ/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942436650804274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWZfU5DI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ryBnDzIq_vQ/s200/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWZfU5CI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rbl_CidZN8w/s1600-h/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942436650804258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWZfU5CI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rbl_CidZN8w/s200/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWJfU5BI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/SzrhcfZd57g/s1600-h/DSC02665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151942432355836946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39gWJfU5BI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/SzrhcfZd57g/s200/DSC02665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her dis-satisfactory wasn't demanding, I was indulging delicacies in her absence. I will take extra precaution when walking in front of Anderson Ice Cream, at Marina Square. I felt embarrassed. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1997988266561070830?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1997988266561070830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1997988266561070830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1997988266561070830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1997988266561070830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-come-updates-271207-i-had-my-hair.html' title='3-in-1'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R39a25fU5AI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tvAh33g4gfA/s72-c/DSC02661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-3109763949829318174</id><published>2007-12-31T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:52.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3iGS5fU4_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3o0nF9Pt1_E/s1600-h/CHEESECAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150013833126142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3iGS5fU4_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3o0nF9Pt1_E/s320/CHEESECAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;there, to the finishing line. cheesilicious. *licks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-3109763949829318174?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/3109763949829318174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=3109763949829318174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3109763949829318174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/3109763949829318174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-almost-there-to-finishing-line.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3iGS5fU4_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/3o0nF9Pt1_E/s72-c/CHEESECAKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-710447442633099558</id><published>2007-12-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:53.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusco, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8DpfU45I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-kmjs9DFpjQ/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148384094900773778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8DpfU45I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-kmjs9DFpjQ/s200/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8H5fU48I/AAAAAAAAA-w/wDZkjH-kLyc/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148384167915217858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8H5fU48I/AAAAAAAAA-w/wDZkjH-kLyc/s200/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K6w5fU44I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/GrzeKJa0jYc/s1600-h/DSC02586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148382673266598786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K6w5fU44I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/GrzeKJa0jYc/s200/DSC02586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148384172210185170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8IJfU49I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Fy29WigdtMY/s200/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8EZfU46I/AAAAAAAAA-g/z_KHNrLNmp4/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148384107785675682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8EZfU46I/AAAAAAAAA-g/z_KHNrLNmp4/s200/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K6mpfU43I/AAAAAAAAA-I/7CKhmpxhKLc/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148382497172939634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K6mpfU43I/AAAAAAAAA-I/7CKhmpxhKLc/s200/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8G5fU47I/AAAAAAAAA-o/yD-2bxxLprU/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148384150735348658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8G5fU47I/AAAAAAAAA-o/yD-2bxxLprU/s200/DSC02639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3PJdpfU4-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/RpTyJuRIl18/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148680310205244386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3PJdpfU4-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/RpTyJuRIl18/s200/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me put it this way, we ain't going back there again. &lt;em&gt;Boring&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we love the hypemarket, many yummy sample.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dunkin' donut was alright, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie the fearless. =) Inherited from Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-710447442633099558?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/710447442633099558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=710447442633099558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/710447442633099558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/710447442633099558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/jusco-malaysia.html' title='Jusco, Malaysia'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R3K8DpfU45I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/-kmjs9DFpjQ/s72-c/DSC02592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-5366409155252971409</id><published>2007-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:45:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; CH&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;IS&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;MA&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie screamed @ her classmates over the phone, after the clock striked twelve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sijie.marie.peiqin.yonglun.lilian.minyee. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(anyone I miss out?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told 2 lies on 24/12/07, only 3 person knew about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;location location location&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(youtube joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x'mas party in cherie gui's home @ pasir ris drive 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;washed her overnight dirty dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;prepared the food we bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;set up the steamboat/bbq stove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;boiled the soup (cherie n' siwei added &lt;em&gt;tea power&lt;/em&gt; by mistake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gossiped about guys and social circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;backed to wash dishes and arrange for a game of monopoly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; taxes or jail, must drink a cup of alcohol mixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Monopoly Nominations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fraud/Banker&lt;/strong&gt;: Jeremy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bartender/Highest total asset&lt;/strong&gt;: Cherie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bankrupt/Wanted jailbird&lt;/strong&gt;: Sandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steady investor/SMRT stakeholder&lt;/strong&gt;: Si Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assistant banker/Most cash in hand&lt;/strong&gt;: Jamie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Monopoly has never been this fun before, we drunk and went high - UP ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, everyone were wild and WOW!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s. Thanks Bertram! I love the cheesecake. TEACH ME! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5366409155252971409?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5366409155252971409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5366409155252971409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5366409155252971409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5366409155252971409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/m-e-rr-y-ch-r-is-t-ma-s-jamie-screamed.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-8200009830765646853</id><published>2007-12-23T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:26:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;如果没有明天，就没有永远。我真心的爱过，却换来阵阵的伤痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;, perhaps they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherie.weiling.sandra.sijie.marie.rash.peiqin.lilian.mary.yonglun.sherlyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;leslie.eric.junquan.alfred.daven.jingkai. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(list not in order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My clinque, my classmates, my friends. They stood by me, when I least expected of them. Definitely, there are more people who make my day and walk with me. I &lt;em&gt;greatly appreciate&lt;/em&gt; that too. They might leave my life some day, and most days they are there when I need them. Same goes to me for them. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;py &lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bi&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rt&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ay, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;J&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-8200009830765646853?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/8200009830765646853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=8200009830765646853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8200009830765646853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/8200009830765646853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentimental-perhaps-theyre-right.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1431097695054490172</id><published>2007-12-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:59:53.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3k5fU40I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ESEpCq35pV0/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146619949968843586" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3k5fU40I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ESEpCq35pV0/s200/DSC02582.JPG" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3kpfU4yI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gjJoF-8Dung/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146619945673876258" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3kpfU4yI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gjJoF-8Dung/s200/DSC02575.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3kpfU4zI/AAAAAAAAA9o/DM-fNGBMNqg/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146619945673876274" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3kpfU4zI/AAAAAAAAA9o/DM-fNGBMNqg/s200/DSC02578.JPG" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night in East Coast Park, leave me partially paralysed temporarily. Neither can I bend my knee or elbow freely. I have to keep my action to the minimal. Blood was bleeding profusely. The accident happened @ 2:54am. There are more superficial cuts than what you see from the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 explanation to the mishandled situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;emotionally unstable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;negligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had a bottle of beer at the bar, the background music was saddening, it got me into the mood. Yet, I'm all smiling at the fact I was cheated. JC added on that he saw them and he was kind of sure about them having an affair. I was distracted by the thought of Joel &amp;amp; CL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told him the bicycle seat was too high, I can't reach the floor, but I insisted taking it anyway. Not realizing the bicycle was highly "driftable" and before I can make an accurate turn, I drifted across the rough pavement on my body. I was not traumatize at the accident, I put on a smile and bear the pain. I dare not scream, I was afraid I will cry for him. I must be strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry guys to make you worry about me. I was in too much pain over my wounds than to concentrate in the conversation. Pardon me okay? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;JC, who doesn't open their mouth and sleep in bus? We're very tired! At least, we don't fart openly like you, so gross! You drool too. Oh my god! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks for inviting me to the BBQ, I paid for my share and ate under the watchful eyes of others. I didn't starve my already weak body. Yes, that fat guy, he shouldn't play district. We fight with him over Risk! Alliance, please! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time to dress up my wound. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3XJfU4vI/AAAAAAAAA9I/AO9igWVDaYk/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3XpfU4wI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xE7AW4nwloA/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1431097695054490172?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1431097695054490172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1431097695054490172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1431097695054490172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1431097695054490172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/east-coast-trauma.html' title='East Coast Trauma'/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ck3W1oaR8W8/R2x3k5fU40I/AAAAAAAAA9w/ESEpCq35pV0/s72-c/DSC02582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387062803925029404.post-175626364923724639</id><published>2007-12-21T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:16:49.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jamie, wake up your senses, please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Li, your beloved honeybear, has dumped you for a girl he met in Redang. What for waiting hope for this guy who fell in love for that cheap girl? If you didn't hear it wrongly in school, from those passed by gossipmonger, it means they are spreading like fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for you that he didn't give you a second chance, due to the fact that he thinks of you has nothing with his future. He wants a fling and let him be, please. If both of them last long despite she knew he has you back then. What does it mean, tell me Jamie? It means the same thing will happened, over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, both of them are not affected and thought that the love is blooming only after you and him has broke up. They're in love, the love already bloomed back in Redang and because she is so close, she took the opprtunity and grab him from you. He could be cheating on her, like he did on you. He's not the man of your life. Let the pathetic couple be together, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate them for being the perfect match. The heartless guy and the shameless girl. She can do that once, I can imagine she dumps him for another guy, or he dumps her for another girl who gave him that "love". Not to mention, if they have this affair on those who have married or such. How can anyone like them so cruelly destroy a relationship. I'm not pitying you by lashing this out at you. I want you to understand, being your best friend, I don't want you to get hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have wasted 17 months on him, they got together just like when, after September? Unless, he loves her deeply because both of them has done that. You get what I mean? It's not the best friends he got in Secondary you should worry about. Okay, they have the long bond there. It's those girls who came out of nowhere who doing all these thing. I believe what you have heard. I'm glad you didn't see both of them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case, you meet them outside or in school, they are lovey dovey. I know it's hard to be neutral but don't forget that piece of jigsaw I told you? Someone will come with it and fit into your life - forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, please post up this letter and let it be a reminder to you. Don't keep it in your inbox. It's redundent to do so. If you can't do it yourself, I will post it for you. You are a nice girl, you didn't disclosed that girl's identity, even to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to that girl who might be reading this, I guess so since she check your friendster like Joel did. Don't let Joel's honey talk or affectionate gesture fool you. You might be the NEXT JAMIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he really love you and said you are his life forever. But broke up with you without any clarification or explanation. Truth has been hiding somewhere inside him. I knew you tried to get him to speak it out but he refused. Again, that guy is not sincere. He's just guilty, no he's not. He's irresponsible. Maybe, some time later you might see that girl pregnant and he's with another girl. Exactly like Britney Spears's marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seem like everything to you but he's masking his evil deed by cheating girls' feelings. Give him a chance to explain everything, hear what kind of story he's giving you. He's not doing it so, because he wants you to pin hope on him and let you hang in the mid air thinking there's a chance. How disgusting. I been there once, and hope you understand I'm not influencing you. I love you, my dearest girl friend. We are the one who will stand by you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*confidential*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19/12/2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- letter was posted up by Jamie's best friend.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I told you, I will do it for you. If you delete it, I will publish it in my own way. Get a life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-175626364923724639?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/175626364923724639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=175626364923724639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/175626364923724639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/175626364923724639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/jamie-wake-up-your-senses-please-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2251126467693714060</id><published>2007-12-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:19:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to laugh, it's tickling me inside. No hatred. No anger. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I managed to lose something that important? It going to cost me a lot in life. No, it's FYP report! I have to replace the details by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected guests were Eugene &amp;amp; Yvonne. Be contented that I cooked for you okay! It was nice, wasn't it? Teochew fish porriage, prepared by Jamie's dad. We're so late for the preparation @ Moberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is girlishy and sporty. She knows how to listen patiently, despite in a hurry for other thing. People bring her in for event, to expand that social circle. A nice simple smile she has, how terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone who went and made it happened! We enjoyed it, didnt we? Eugene simply loves Or Lina right? Wei Zhan should second it and be her lover! Muack*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2251126467693714060?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2251126467693714060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2251126467693714060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2251126467693714060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2251126467693714060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-laugh-its-tickling-me-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-5210777983183608904</id><published>2007-12-19T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:03:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this girl who said words with admiration for Honeybear. She clearly told me in her own way, she likes him and how he has made everyone happy. I heard people commenting how she seem to like him and how close they are in camp and in school. But I thought it was just his best friends, I have too much worries about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I didn't raise up this piece of news to him. I'm listening to his voice in my handphone, it's so sweet. My heart pumps harder and faster, like I'm in love again. But I never lost that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumption leads to complication. There are people who said he can lose his love so fast, because there is a girl chasing after him. He falls for her expressive care and take everything you had with him - as nothing. Only those people who are on par with me in a relationship, will understand how hard it is to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I been hearing it wrongly about this girl who seem so nice? Why will there be such a girl who openly chase after someone else's boyfriend? If that guy lost his love, it means he's never serious with you. That girl is just someone who offering open leg services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not say all these, strangers told me that. I'm just quoting what I feel appropriate here. I was in a camp training and this brought back some bad memories, but fond memories of Redang with him were highly delicious for my heart. Sugar rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-5210777983183608904?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/5210777983183608904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=5210777983183608904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5210777983183608904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/5210777983183608904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-this-girl-who-said-words-with.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-2252694721855875210</id><published>2007-12-18T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:06:00.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cherie said, we're just 19, he's 19 too. The road to marriage will take another 7 - 10 years. Will he be able to love you this long and that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I want to cherish the moment. I don't want to waste my time, ruining my own future. He's not getting out of my mind any sooner. I seem to have traded everything I have, for his presence. It sounds dumb to prioritize him above my own future. But he has picked the wrong time to make me feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric said, it's an indication that he's not the one for me. Please concentrate on what I should be doing and have to do, instead of everything about him. What if both of us are together again? He might take another moment in my life and break up with me, or divorce me then? It would be more hurting, if I have reached that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I was so sure then like he did. Now I'm making myself tired of all these things. I really want to be a happy old me. I can always love someone else better. There is no need to rush into any relationship. But we were always there for each other. I don't want to get out of this routine. I want to lead that simple life on and on. My life seem more meaningful and complete. He shows me love, happiness and everything. I don't want to go back to those times, I have to worry, no one will ever love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and confused. I'm afriad I will lose myself and fail my papers. I don't want that to happen but nothing I can do to bring me up again. Unless, it's him. I'm not sure if he's trying to help me or letting me continue to destroy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone and not to be loved in return, is tiring. I don't want this to be a passing phase. I need something real, to be with me for a lifetime. I love you, honeybear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-2252694721855875210?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/2252694721855875210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=2252694721855875210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2252694721855875210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/2252694721855875210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/cherie-said-were-just-19-hes-19-too.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-1282409426268067446</id><published>2007-12-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:42:02.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of him, and I fainted in the toilet. I heard people going in and out of the toilet but I was locked inside the cubicle. I wondered how long have I been unconscious. I doubt I be eating anything later - fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about him and all the things we have gone through. What we have were happiness, now what I have for myself - agony. I really cannot let go after so much bonding. I can't bear to see him enter any relationship or leave me behind. I want to spend my life happily with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe self-centred, possessive, proud at the beginning of the separation. I'm trying to get your attention because you make my life whole. I maybe seem like no challenges or value to chase for, but I'm tired of all these manipulation game. I'm not living in the past, I'm bringing back the past to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be in each other lives forever. Bearie, can you just give us another chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honeybear's smile, simply melts my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE YOU TO THE MAX!&lt;/strong&gt; Please come back, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-1282409426268067446?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/1282409426268067446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=1282409426268067446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1282409426268067446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/1282409426268067446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-thinking-of-him-and-i-fainted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-6254835194576784733</id><published>2007-12-17T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:18:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgiveness. openness. patience. determination. gracious. strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't love myself, how will he love me back? I don't want the relationship we've built to go down the drain. I need enlightenment from you. I want us to be happy like before. It's not impossible, it's up to you to make thing easier for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will I want to give up someone who is this great? I love you too much. I'm sure I will stick by you forever. No matter what happens, I will be there for you in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to channel my energy back to my studies, I wish all these breakup and quarrel didn't happen. It won't happen, if it's not for you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU MADE AN IMPACT IN MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, honeybear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't want to count towards 2month of singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I'm frustrated, distracted all because of you &amp;amp; pms. But I will wait patiently for your understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-6254835194576784733?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/6254835194576784733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=6254835194576784733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6254835194576784733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/6254835194576784733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/forgiveness.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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-8387062803925029404.post-4977819632259517022</id><published>2007-12-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:53:44.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much things to tell you. I have so much things to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in an agony anymore. I don't want to be in denial.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a chance with you. I want to be with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't spoil your day or my chance. I can't make you answer me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting... but I have fallen apart without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387062803925029404-4977819632259517022?l=gone200708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/feeds/4977819632259517022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387062803925029404&amp;postID=4977819632259517022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4977819632259517022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387062803925029404/posts/default/4977819632259517022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone200708.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-so-much-things-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>enigmaticologist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248593214743203696</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>
