<?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-8387703</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:43:40.409+08:00</updated><category term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>simplicity is beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>take a walk with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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>515</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8382181864107602230</id><published>2010-03-24T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:51:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week since the fateful incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the still body laying in the room. His eyes tightly shut regardless the loud wails and sobs from his loved  ones. My hands touching the clammy face of my er jiu jiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one final touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8382181864107602230?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8382181864107602230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8382181864107602230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-week-since-fateful-incident.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-5143718356294985405</id><published>2010-03-17T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:36:29.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The passing of my uncle</title><content type='html'>Today is 17th March 2010. The lunar calendar reads 2nd February 2010, which also happens to be my grandfather's death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, aged 49, collapsed on the basketball court around 1840 and never woke up from the deep slumber. He was rushed to the hospital at 1915. Despite continuous efforts to resuscitate him, he did not stirr at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Er Jiu Jiu left, just like that. An ernest and responsible father of four loving children, aged 28, 26, 19 and 16. With a dutiful wife who takes good care of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never look at the basketball court the same ever again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dearest uncle. I wish you well and may you be blessed with happiness in your after-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-5143718356294985405?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5143718356294985405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5143718356294985405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/passing-of-my-uncle.html' title='The passing of my uncle'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-7962672829494605943</id><published>2010-03-04T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:57:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I like to play with fire and walk on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory proven right, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-7962672829494605943?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7962672829494605943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7962672829494605943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-786312353066244848</id><published>2009-09-30T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:03:59.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people listen anymore?</title><content type='html'>Well i don't that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine example is I never seem to be able to remember passing remarks. Say this afternoon, my colleague packed lunch and I asked him what did he get. He answered. Shortly after, say ten minutes, I asked him again. Crap, isn't my memory is failing me? Or was I just engaging in selectively listening? Hear the important stuff but leave out all the others. This is bad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I noticed everyone does this too. These days, friends hardly have time for you anymore. Everyone is occupied with work, life and the likes. When work piles up, one tend to forget about everything else. Again, I am guilty as charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the school days, when life is more carefree and everyone had more time and were happier. Those were the days definitely, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-786312353066244848?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/786312353066244848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/786312353066244848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-people-listen-anymore.html' title='Do people listen anymore?'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3492385647261590371</id><published>2009-09-25T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:55:54.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miff-ed</title><content type='html'>am feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quite alot of&lt;/span&gt; that recently. would gladly appreciate if one have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; to actually inform beforehand or revert back diligently on matters at hand. i know, not everyone has the luxury of doing so and sometimes work/life may be so overwhelming that there's no room for breather. but still... there is no rhyme or reasons that friends should be taken for granted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i have too much time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on hand&lt;/span&gt; to be bothered by such stuff. i need more challenges... and maybe i ought to inject more excitement into my life. i am becoming boring! 'yawns'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3492385647261590371?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3492385647261590371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3492385647261590371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/miff-ed.html' title='miff-ed'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3079724681433783030</id><published>2009-06-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:15:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been so long... it's the mid year again. yeah christmas is approaching soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess, what i have unknowingly been working for the past 3 months (almost? started on mar 27) with a bank.. unbelievable but it's true! pay-wise.. it's terrible! hate the recession... argh!! spoilt my plans... dashed my dreams and clipped my wings from flying boooohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't really know what i want too.. but at least i know i want a job that is fulfilling, that makes me learn more and at least is related to what i study.. tough bet yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i'm just feeling crappy! it's the sundays again... shoooo away the monday blues please someone!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3079724681433783030?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3079724681433783030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3079724681433783030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-7358165969713864979</id><published>2009-01-14T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:20:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Back in Singapore for almost a month now. At first, I felt really foreign to this place I once called home. Now, it seems to feel a little better. At present, I am feeling rather lost. I wish I know what I'm looking for in every aspects of life. However, how many people really do know what they want in life? If one really do know, would it be considered living life or would it be more like fulfilling the duties in life? We'll never know.. and we can only attempt to build the path ahead of us and overcome any hurdles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentiments ever since I set foot on this little red dot:&lt;br /&gt;When I first came back, I was overwhelmed by the heat &amp;amp; humidity which the sunny island emits. As I walked down Orchard Rd, I was frightened by the amount of human crowd there was trudging down the same street as I did. After driving several times around the island, I was disgusted by the inconsideration and un-graciousness of road users these days. And now, I am bothered by the fact that time passes so quickly. Is it me or is it time in Singapore goes by a few minutes faster than when I was overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Ikea coz I felt that it was the only place where I can have plenty of space around me as I walked through the viewing gallery. It was a place which I have room for myself both physically and mentally. Or so I thought. However, a sense of weariness washed over me. I felt jaded and mentally worn out. I think it's because Mr Brain up there have been put to rest over the one year and now when it's time to use it, the system refused to ignite its engine. Or in plain english, I think I'm becoming more lazy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must instill this idiom in me: The sky is the limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up Yvonne Koh!! Just got to keep trying! And put the smile on your face! When one door closes, there is always another one that opens for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-7358165969713864979?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7358165969713864979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7358165969713864979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-5845358323576245290</id><published>2008-12-07T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:20:46.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue!</title><content type='html'>Oops, this post should have been up since ages ago! But you know once the exams ended, it was just all play and thus yours truly had little motivation to sit still and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's been exactly one month since my last paper and results are out too! I haveeeeeeee... one HD, one D and two Cs. 'clap, clap,clap' The papers which I think I would excel in turn out to disappoint me and those which I thought I won't do so well turn out rather amazing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not bore you with too much of the passé happenings. I just came back from Gold Coast on Thursday night. This weekend have been filled with catching up sessions with the friends and partying. My parents are coming on Tuesday. Exciteeeeeeedddd to see them, family and all.. then it's touring Victoria for almost a week, graduation on 18th Dec then it's home sweet home from there. ETA in Singapore would be 20th Dec? Silly me mistook my return flight for the 19th and informed parents to book ticket for then. To find out that, my own ticket was booked for 20th. So silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's so many things that I want... Can I have Santa to be my personal gift concierge this year??? Oh, and did I mention, my dearest Olympus camera has been laid to rest on the faithful day of 4th Dec 2008. It was pronounced dead at estimated time 12.48pm. Due cause of death was the unfortunate collaboration of mechanics and liquid. (The two of them just don't seem to get along all too well and resulted in a brutely fight which left one dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest Olympus IR500, you have served me well for the past 4 years. Thank you for bringing me all the fun, joy and laughter all these while! You have been a great companion. It was my negligence that you have to leave me so soon. I am deelpy sorry and saddened by your departure. However, I would still like to wish you all the best and perhaps one day you will be revived &amp;amp; returned back to my hands. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fondly remembered by yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-5845358323576245290?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5845358323576245290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5845358323576245290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/overdue.html' title='Overdue!'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6913559350822057714</id><published>2008-11-06T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:47:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Turkey'</title><content type='html'>Today was a morning paper. I was feeling rather sleepy on my way to the examination hall -_- I think i fared well for the paper today. Bless me people. Next up, international marketing. The final one and adios exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's time to fry my poor, overworked brains again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SRJ0vmmRcQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5fxb_Ratdq0/s1600-h/DSC03006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SRJ0vmmRcQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5fxb_Ratdq0/s320/DSC03006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399275513278722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My colourful, multi-zip pencil case which accompanied faithfully through my tertiary years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: the shops are calling out to me. liberation (or slavery) awaits me muahhahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A peekture from my rendezvous halloween nightout.. hellooooooo nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SRJ1As_pinI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vROEsa32O8s/s1600-h/DSC03003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SRJ1As_pinI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vROEsa32O8s/s320/DSC03003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399569288104562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6913559350822057714?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6913559350822057714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6913559350822057714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey.html' title='&apos;Turkey&apos;'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SRJ0vmmRcQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5fxb_Ratdq0/s72-c/DSC03006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8924192101090461607</id><published>2008-10-29T18:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:02.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>double 'bliss' (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>Second paper today. Well well, was stressing out in the morning coz there was so much to memorize and somehow my brain just refused to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One o'clock came and I left the house. Wishing time would faster pass and I can 'perform' my verbal regurgitation asap and empty whatever has been up there for the past 2-3 days. Happily entered the examination as two thirty came. To my horror, the brilliant me left my wallet at home and leaving myself identity-less =( Told myself, don't worry, just tell the invigilator, i'm sure they know what to do. So I did just that and comfortably sat myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay out my pens nicely, place my water bottle on the table, took off my watch, jacket, scarf, whatnots... then started staring into space and hopefully time would come by faster so that the paper will begin soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, this guy came by and asked if I was in the wrong seat. And I was quite sure I was at G558. The invigilator mentioned that we could check the seating plan at the back. I quickly took out my phone where I record my seat number. Only then did I realized 'oops, i was at the wrong seat.. mine was G553.' The embarassed me quickly gathered my stuff and scrambled to the back of the row. What a frantic beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon 1430 came and we were given reading time. The examination was pretty all right. Quite similar to the past year papers except for some 'surprises'. All in all, it was fine and I think I did nailed it =) Two economics paper down.. feeling good about the both of it and I think my love for economics has caught me unaware coz I think i'm gonna miss doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next two.. marketing papers, 6th and 7th Nov. Ahhh so dead so dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Left examination hall early so didn't get a chance to take pictures of my desk.. so here's some pictures of my study 'environment'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg9S-xBHVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9YhAiFthbrg/s1600-h/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg9S-xBHVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9YhAiFthbrg/s320/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262523560877956434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My 'wonder' pens.. Supplements to keep the brain working well.. Biscuits and Sweets.. And my lovely friends who are constanly on my mind and to keep me accompany..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg94MFzH2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/9-QMygvmwnc/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg94MFzH2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/9-QMygvmwnc/s320/DSC02987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524200109940578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My view from the window overlooking an overgrown garden.. What a 'beautiful sight'!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg-lnYbCYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/916jCmfn_Kg/s1600-h/DSC02988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg-lnYbCYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/916jCmfn_Kg/s320/DSC02988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262524980529924482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sign which I saw on the way home. Almost all the indecency you can find in two phrases. Try reversing the order and it will become 'Cock-Ram-Hooker'? Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8924192101090461607?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8924192101090461607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8924192101090461607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-bliss-hopefully.html' title='double &apos;bliss&apos; (hopefully)'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQg9S-xBHVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9YhAiFthbrg/s72-c/DSC02985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6081919649265211760</id><published>2008-10-23T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>First of the last...</title><content type='html'>First paper today was at 1430 at Caulfield Racecourse. Seat Number G0447.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the paper around 1445. After the 10 minutes reading time, I was glad that the paper was rather similar to the sample exam paper other than some minor differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so worried that I would not have enough time for the paper coz I spent almost 30 mins on the first question. Urged myself to write as fast as I could without compromising too much on my legibility. Did good time when I am done with my third question. 6 question in 2 hours. Too much to write and too little time. Eventually managed to complete the other 3 question in 50 mins and even gave extra information for some parts. Hopefully it would be reflected in my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-thoughts: I feel as if I am done with exams but in actual fact, it's only the first paper -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's back to studying for other papers. Am done with my 29th paper, just need to attempt the past year papers for that. Keeping my fingers cross for my two marketing papers on 6th and 7th. I can smell salvation coming my way.... weeeeee! 'stop daydreaming'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQBf8hfu00I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/i21anM1cjWk/s1600-h/DSC02981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQBf8hfu00I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/i21anM1cjWk/s320/DSC02981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260309858156991298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6081919649265211760?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6081919649265211760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6081919649265211760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-of-last.html' title='First of the last...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SQBf8hfu00I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/i21anM1cjWk/s72-c/DSC02981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-2434685954551651732</id><published>2008-10-22T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Final stride in the field of academic</title><content type='html'>Lo and behold, tomorrow marks the beginning of the very very last examinations I would ever have as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings? I am at a loss of what to feel. Before nearing/reaching the end of my academic life, I would say I was rather excited and eager to place myself out in the society and experience for myself what the world has got to give. Now, when I am here myself, a part of me wants to return back to the life of being a student. Honestly, the best job one can get is to be just a student. The 3 months of hectic workload is usually rewarded by an equal amount of holidays. And no need to remind everyone, the carefree days of being a student is no longer a luxury for the working class. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just gonna be a short post. I will post another one tmr after my paper. I reckon I should jot down some of my very last memories of having an examination before I can hardly remember them anymore as the years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friends! Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-2434685954551651732?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2434685954551651732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2434685954551651732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-stride-in-field-of-academic.html' title='Final stride in the field of academic'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3093388449835526786</id><published>2008-10-11T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Time passes and things change...</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through facebook (though I really should be studying for my exams in 12 days' time, oops). Anyhow, I came across someone whom I know from a brief encounter, who got married due to the growing bun in the oven. I know there's nothing to be overly surprised since there are many such happenings going on these days. It just amazed me how so many things can happen over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice if things do not really change that much? Sadly, my revelations tell me otherwise. Things pretty much happen overnight and tada, the very next moment when you see the light, it is all different. Eventually, it makes you think twice if you really have a clear understanding of what's going on intially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am just wondering how would one find someone who would really stay dedicated to you throughout the many years to come? Isn't it tough, for one is always changing? Yes, it may be for the better sometimes but in some cases, it may be for the worst. It seems that one cannot never grasp the everchanging future so having faith is most important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal opinion and perhaps it may serve as a note to the girls (and maybe the boys) out there... A guy is worth considering:&lt;br /&gt;1) when he respects all women-kind&lt;br /&gt;2) when he treats a lady like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;3) when he would give up little things in life to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;4) in the event when he is unable to send the lady home, he would text the lady and ask if she arrived back safely&lt;br /&gt;5) and if talking about marriage, he would make the effort to give the lady the most decent proposal as best as he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my sentiments about a guy's worthiness before progressing any further. Of course, guys who casually say, "Brothers are forever and women are just like shirts." Well, I can only say it's such a disappointment to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3093388449835526786?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3093388449835526786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3093388449835526786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-passes-and-things-change.html' title='Time passes and things change...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-4617086438868108234</id><published>2008-08-30T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>endless munching</title><content type='html'>i have been snacking so much lately.. arghh! it's terrible! chocolates, ice-cream (my crazy obsession with il freddo), chocolates and more il freddo... like my msn nick, it's seriously 'work, eat, il freddo, sleep' for the past 2 days. wahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing is the weather was good enough for a run today.. so i put on my runners and happily pranced around my neighbourhood =) did i mentioned spring is almost here? come sept! i can almost feel it. the weather is getting warmer with each day. the forecast predicts one week of nice sixteens/seventeens. yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so lazy... i can't stand it. but yet i'm indulging in it haha! ironical isn't it? i'm getting bored... my days are filled with events. but i'm bored. how can it be? i don't quite get it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORINGGGG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-4617086438868108234?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4617086438868108234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4617086438868108234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/endless-munching.html' title='endless munching'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-4225554039640048282</id><published>2008-08-24T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>extravagant indulgence</title><content type='html'>after the pampering on wed, the never-seemed-to-be-satisfied lady in me continue its rampage. the following days was filled with endless cravings of il freddo and yummylicious cakes at crowns bakery. all of which was dutifully consumed on the fateful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on to my decadence, yours truly went on a crazy shoe-shopping which resulted in 3 pairs of oh-so-lovely shoes from nine west. to justify my spendthrift act, i would like to say that i have been shoe-hunting for the longest time. honestly, the shoes they have here are usually too unbearable (both in designs and prices, which are just ridiculously high). the ones which i bought are heavily discounted and you would have to concur with me that nine west produces decent shoes and at prices so affordable, which lady in the right mind would be able to resist the temptation of owing a few pairs too many right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been eyeing 2 of it for the longest time. AND my poor feet needs some heels quite badly. so it's really a long over-due treat to myself. plus plus, the birthday is coming so it justs give me even more rhyme and reason to spoil myself just a little hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the endless cold wind chilling the daylights out of me, it is only the right thing to do to snuggled in the comfort of one's blankie and read her story book till the end of time, while sipping hot tea and disregards whatever deadlines that are coming up. don't you agree with me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closing ceremony is coming up later in the evening. wasn't it the opening ceremony which we just watched the other day? time flies really quickly when you're not looking. please come back again soon my dearest weekends. i will miss you dearly. to school it is, when monday comes. blahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-4225554039640048282?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4225554039640048282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4225554039640048282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/extravagant-indulgence.html' title='extravagant indulgence'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-774359220333881794</id><published>2008-08-20T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>don't quite understand..</title><content type='html'>today i had a pretty good day. it was one which requires little but gives plenty of pleasure. went to the City Library and discovered a splendid collection of fiction books. it is the haven for bookworms! best part is that the library allows you to loan up to 30 books for 3 weeks and you can do the renewal online. isn't that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 2.5 hours before my haircut, i promptly marched into koko black and indulged in some sinful desserts. had the chocolate cake with 2 shortbreads which comes with a thick chocolate mousse at the side. the mousse compliments the pastries so well. yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting there alone, reading my book, taking small bites of the delites, and watching the world goes by.. it was such a wondrous feeling! i was thinking to myself, "i could really get use to this!" what a spoilt lady i can become if only the world out there was as simple as i dream it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i returned home, feeling satisfied and happy with my haircut and my relaxing afternoon. cooked dinner and even experimented my housemate's champion bread pudding. i should be feeling contented for such a fruitful day has passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, why do i feel so flustered inside? it has reached a point whereby i have become such an irritant to the people around me. i presumed the swings have hit me pretty hard. or is this just an excuse for myself? i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-774359220333881794?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/774359220333881794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/774359220333881794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-quite-understand.html' title='don&apos;t quite understand..'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6344685467451339258</id><published>2008-08-13T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>for the thousandth time..</title><content type='html'>did i mentioned, i miss everyone back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially my dearest family..&lt;br /&gt;the many nights, which i have taken for granted and spend the evening in my room after dinner, instead of staying in the living room to interact with my family. that would be something which i would refrained from when i get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two, my 3 beloved girlfriends..&lt;br /&gt;it has been 10 years since we met. our friendship, i would describe it as strong and blissful. the friendship we have, is based on mutual understanding and sincerity, much care and plenty of concern (okie, many other friendships too). my point is, for some people, their friendship is filled with fiest and quarrels due to one party being too frank/too much/insensitive etc. for us, we do things the gentle way. no quarrels, no fights. maybe a rare few stern tones and some reminders. mainly, we offer advices and in the end, we support her regardless her decision is. and me agrees with this way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely all my other friends which i did not mention here (you know i care)..&lt;br /&gt;those who have been very nice to me, those who i always have supper with, those who makes me laugh, those who irritates me (or let me irritate them), those who i talk to occasionally, those who i used to talk to alot but less these days, those who i have fun with, those who have left a footprint in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now. Lesson at 10am tomorrow. Wakie at 8am to catch the 1.5 hours ride to school for a pathetic one hour tutorial. Good thing, school is from Mon-Wed. Long weekend to make up for the sucky timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I watched the online screening of NDP2008 during this event organised by the three universities, Monash, RMIT, Uni Melbourne. One thing to bring up is, never had I feel so patriotic to my country before. It's unbelievable how much pride I sang our national anthem with haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6344685467451339258?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6344685467451339258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6344685467451339258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-thousandth-time.html' title='for the thousandth time..'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-4213234960254785155</id><published>2008-07-18T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>impulse</title><content type='html'>After talking to my best friend yesterday, I found out that she is doing relief teaching in a primary school. All of a sudden, a part of me wants to experience teaching too. It has been on my mind for a while now. Not full time teaching though, just relief teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking, fond memories bring me back to my primary school days when there will be relief teachers coming into school and staying with us for 3 months and then leaving. Despite the short span, all the students was so appreciative and the teachers left with bagfuls of thank-you gifts and cards. It just goes to show how adorable little kids are in primary school days. And also, the teachers who did made an impact in our lives. I am keen to be that one person to make an impact on the lives of the little ones of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SIA5MLs7eeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/REnDbHFrJzM/s1600-h/P4200184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SIA5MLs7eeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/REnDbHFrJzM/s320/P4200184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224238449212226018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am able to do so? Say maybe 3 months before I pursue my dream for flying? Haha. I will teach them how to party like a rockstar? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SIA5zLAQNII/AAAAAAAAAEU/FMiNlVsghBE/s1600-h/P4200197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SIA5zLAQNII/AAAAAAAAAEU/FMiNlVsghBE/s320/P4200197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224239119039739010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okie maybe not. I will tell them how tiring it is to be a rockstar. See, I have a picture to prove that a rockstar sweat black tears which is no easy stunt. Right, kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-4213234960254785155?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4213234960254785155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4213234960254785155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/impulse.html' title='impulse'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/SIA5MLs7eeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/REnDbHFrJzM/s72-c/P4200184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-1723819258841246025</id><published>2008-07-15T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>搞不清状况　</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;我真搞不懂。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就那么喜欢他/她吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-1723819258841246025?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1723819258841246025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1723819258841246025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='搞不清状况　'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-379942771547239197</id><published>2008-06-10T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Lost in transition</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought everything was a mistake right from the start and was beginning to question my own faith, I received the best thing a girl could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love and support from mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the strength which will pull me through this journey of mine in seek of independence. I am grateful for your love, your trust and your support (both spiritually and financially). For you make me feel like I am the most blessed child around with such a giving parent. Words cannot express my gratitude towards you. But still, thank you so much for believing in me when I am doubting myself. It means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received two notifications to collect an item from the post office. Turn out, there was two parcels waiting for me. I am really fortunate to have friends who loved me just as much. Thank you to you-know-who. It brightens up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have not open it yet. In the midst of exams preparation. The parcels shall be saved as a reward to mark the end of my exams ie coming Thurs *can't wait*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-379942771547239197?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/379942771547239197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/379942771547239197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-in-transition.html' title='Lost in transition'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-4984161965082184205</id><published>2008-04-15T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Both sides now</title><content type='html'>WARNING! This is a depressed post. Do not read if you're not feeling good already. The author will not be held responsible for the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total wreck. Lately, I have been busy with my new house. The setting up of the place is taking the toil out of me. It's not helping that I have an assignment coming up. Yes, blame myself for being such a procrastinator. Been sleeping 8 hours everyday but still feel so lethargic. To make things worse, the mornings are getting colder as autumn slips into place. It just makes me feel even more depressed each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from home, from all the warmth that my friends and family can give me just make me feel even sadder. I wish I can fly back now immediately to immerse myself in the sunny island. who says hot weather is not a good thing? [Disclaimer: This may be a spur of anxiety at the moment. I may end up contradicting myself at the end of 10 months]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing so many things at this moment.. My beloved family, my precious friends, the familiarity which Singapore gives me.. I miss you, him, her, them, us.. it's a bad feeling to be missing so many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off.. I'm gonna leave you with the lyrics of a song. Very depressing song. So if you want to feel sad.. go listen! [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqQlfFuQFXo]&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Both sides now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rows and floes of angel hair&lt;br /&gt;And ice cream castles in the air&lt;br /&gt;And feather canyons everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at clouds that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they only block the sun&lt;br /&gt;They rain and snow on everyone&lt;br /&gt;So many things I would have done&lt;br /&gt;But clouds got in my way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From up and down, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;Its cloud illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know clouds at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels&lt;br /&gt;The dizzy dancing way you feel&lt;br /&gt;As every fairy tale comes real&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at love that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now its just another show&lt;br /&gt;You leave em laughing when you go&lt;br /&gt;And if you care, don’t let them know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at love from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From give and take, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;Its loves illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know love at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you right out loud&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at life that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now old friends are acting strange&lt;br /&gt;They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed&lt;br /&gt;Well some things lost, but some things gained&lt;br /&gt;In living every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at life from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;Its life’s illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know life at all&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at life from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From up and down, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;Its life’s illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know life at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-4984161965082184205?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4984161965082184205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/4984161965082184205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/both-sides-now.html' title='Both sides now'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3736567100899904198</id><published>2008-04-03T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:50:49.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>What's becoming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8387703"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the hiatus. It's been long my friends since I last update. I am good and so is Melbourne. However, after being here for the past 2 months or so, it makes me realise how things can change in a snap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the unpredictable moodswings of the weather. One moment the sun is shining brightly, the next there is a cyclone warning over the radio and the news on tv shows trees being uprooted and building collapsing. All this while, I was in the lovely Royal Arcade, sipping hot chocolate with dear Kaisi who had a one-day stopover. My housemate alerted me the very moment he saw the broadcast. Made us so scared as it was our first time experiencing the temperament of the weather. Above our heads, we could see the rain smashing hard upon the glass panels. For a moment, we were glad we had each other for company. We decided to wait out and guess what? An hour later, we're walking down the peaceful streets which makes all the drama before uncalled for. Overnight, the morning came with a chilly dip of 4 degrees. Isn't the weather crazy? Today, the sun was up and shining brightly just before noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the good weather came along good news. I am officially no longer HOME-less! It's great news at such desperate times. Pretty like the 'new' house (pun intended - it's an old vintage house) but it's roomy so all is good. Going to Ikea to do some furniture shopping. I have decided to go for a purity theme which means white white white! We'll see how things go along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been thinking deep these days. Am beginning to worry when the year comes to an end. Where will I be then? What will I be doing? Who will I become? How will things be like? So many thoughts running through my mind. But yet, no answers. Presently, am lost in translation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Singapore.. especially my friends. Am worried for a particular one &amp;amp; certainly hope things will turn out for the better. My band of brothers, each one of you, hope school will be fine for you as uni life approach  a closure. To my other friends which I fail to mention, you're not forgotten for you're in my heart. Hope people are treating you nice and fair and hope you will be happy. Hope work is not taking the toil out of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, won't you agree with me that regardless how hectic a schedule is, a simple message makes your day? At least that's the case for me. It's just that simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3736567100899904198?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3736567100899904198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3736567100899904198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-becoming.html' title='What&apos;s becoming..'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8105777749723958559</id><published>2008-02-18T22:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:59:46.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Week one in a foreign land...</title><content type='html'>It's been A week since I have been away from Singapore, the place where I called home and will only revisit in ten months' time. There have been plenty of tears accompanied with the bitter cold which this new place brings, both literally and not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Warning, this may be a picture heavy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 0&lt;/div&gt;It was horrid. The sending off at the airport made me cry buckets. Seeing my mum cry was such a heartache. As I hugged each of my friend goodbye, a part of me just want to stay on and not go through the gates. Thank you all who came by and those who send me well wishes through smes. I am sorry for not replying. The entire event was such a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Must show you this meaningful memoirs which my dear Hildya and Poh Yian gave me. Thank you girls it must have been a tough ride. And, of course, thank you to the creator of the little black photo album by which contains fond memories. Seeing it brings more tears to my eyes. Am so very touched. Imagine me sitting by the window seat, looking into my bag and tearing, it was a tad embarassing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168329611955205026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R7mYZiq486I/AAAAAAAAACs/Wc-IOyfYHco/s320/P2100064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To make things worse, the turbulence on the plane made me sick. And sitting by the window seat did not make things easier when I had a minor disagreement with my digestive system. I had a rough time cleaning up my mess and fell asleep after I took some pills. Thus just one picture aboard the aircraft. Note to self, sit by the aisle in future when travelling alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168327318442668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R7mWUCq485I/AAAAAAAAACk/LY69hkjV1lc/s320/P2110072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon arrival, I was greeted by long queues at the immigration. When I have finally clear the custom, I thought everything will go on smoothly from here. But, no, I was wrong. Silly me did not bring the documents to show the chauffeur. Thankfully, the guy was helpful enough to assist me to sort it out with the headquarters. He was real sweet too as he helped me bring my humogous luggage to the door of my house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The empty house greeted me. I left my luggages and shortly after I headed out to explore the neighbourhood a little. Found a petrol kiosk with a 7/11 and a telco office which immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;remind me to get a prepaid card. Afterwhich, I took a hot shower and slept like a child till the evening. I met Ben and friend Yim. They brought me to places around the city. Soon, I am aware of the places with good dumplings, dim sum, chicken, cheap groceries, etc etc. Somehow, I cannot escape good food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170561783768347570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GGjCq487I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WEGix-xQSUo/s320/P2110075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me after a nap and freshening up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was terrible. Shall not talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have decided to let the photos do the talking. So, sit back and enjoy the picturesque log..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170563914072126402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GIfCq488I/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXGT0z6f5iA/s320/P2120079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day 2: Macdonalds for lunch near my school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170564365043692498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GI5Sq489I/AAAAAAAAADE/2W9EMmCn9R0/s320/P2130080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 3: Le Tian is home-d! We're on the way to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565254101922786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GJtCq48-I/AAAAAAAAADM/7WI_8Q1x0No/s320/P2130083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;... Suzuki Night Market @ Queen Victoria Market ie. only available during summer on Wednesday nights (The substitute for Mambo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565365771072498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GJziq48_I/AAAAAAAAADU/L194wIOXKYg/s320/P2130088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;... Yummy-licious grilled fish &amp;amp; huge succulent and juciy scallops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565524684862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GJ8yq49AI/AAAAAAAAADc/RploVy0dCAM/s320/P2130096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Various kind of patties for the burgers. Are you game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170565662123815954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GKEyq49BI/AAAAAAAAADk/P7vhhUrX_TU/s320/P2130100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Introducing... Italian seafood with rice, some Italian potato dish (similar to carrot cake), honey dumplings with chocolate syrup &amp;amp; seasame seeds &amp;amp; lastly, the ROO burger! We were too hungry and end up with too much food. But the food was good. The honey dumplings reminded me so much of our deep fried hum-chee-peng, just that now it's with ice-cream and chocolate syrup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170570876214113362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GO0Sq49FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TuJ2zm0NFA0/s320/P2140110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 4: The divine experience of tasting the famous KOKO Black. Met up with Tavis and friend Lawrence. They laughed at me for being so touristy =( coz I was snapping pictures of almost everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GKiSq49DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/04JGv_1njqw/s1600-h/P2160031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566168929956914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GKiSq49DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/04JGv_1njqw/s320/P2160031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 6: Max Brenner's brought me back to life after a whole morning of inspection for houses (P.S: I will do a comparison of the two popular chocolate spots at a later date.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170566362203485250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R8GKtiq49EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OoWmLcUHY7s/s320/P2170032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day 7: St Kilda's beach. That was a blazing hot Sunday. Was suppose to explore the place but the merciless Sun kept me sitted under the shelter and I refused to barge. Met up with Ling, Dion and Tavis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To date, I have inspected more than 10 houses, applied for 5, been rejected by 3 and searching the website for more suitable choices but to no avail. Wish me luck peeps! School is starting 26th Feb, Tues. I managed to sort out my timetable and get the modules I want (which includes an internship). Being so, I only have 3 examinable modules thus a 3-day week wee! Will apply for a work permit in time to come and start looking for jobs once I'm more settled. So all is well for now other than the fact that I am home-less. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, did I mention I tried experimenting in the kitchen? Proud to say, the food is turning out edible and surprisingly pretty yummy under the supervision of Master Chef Lee Le Tian. More pictures and updates at a later time. Please make do for now and stay tune for more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I am missing you... miss me too okie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8105777749723958559?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8105777749723958559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8105777749723958559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-one-in-foreign-land.html' title='Week one in a foreign land...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R7mYZiq486I/AAAAAAAAACs/Wc-IOyfYHco/s72-c/P2100064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-402263552135704925</id><published>2008-02-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:03:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi gong xi</title><content type='html'>It's Chinese New Year! GONG XI GONG XI everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year  means a brand new start. Certainly hope so for my friends out there who had a rough year and now it's time to start life afresh! And for those who had it good, I wish you will have a even better year this time round! May good health and prosperity bestowed on you this new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it means starting everything from scratch as I will be going to Melbourne for a year to complete my studies. It's a totally new experience for me and definitely an adventure. I am looking forward to it, now that I have my first 2 weeks accommodation settled. So glad that I have Le Tian to offer me his place as his housemates are not around till end of Feb. Have to faster start searching for a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little afraid as I have no idea what to expect. It's like leaving a place where you're familiar with and placing yourself in an entirely different environment. The culture, the place, the people, the pace of life.. It will be a whole new idealogy I have to live with for the next 10 months or so. Wish me luck people! I shall tell myself, "Anticipate the unexpected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good opportunity for me to widen my horizon and at the same time, learn to be more adaptive to changes. I will definitely survive it! Just hope I won't get too homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time to set my resolutions for the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn to cook 10 dishes at least (No, not fried eggs and fried rice. The more complicated sort.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Participate in a run in Melbourne (10K, 20K or even a marathon)&lt;br /&gt;3)  Score distinctions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that shall be it for now. Shall not be too greedy. Adios my friends! My apologies if I haven't been able to meet up with you. Will do so next year k? Meanwhile, I will try my best to upload my escapade in the new city as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-402263552135704925?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/402263552135704925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/402263552135704925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-gong-xi.html' title='gong xi gong xi'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8156593503701763312</id><published>2007-12-31T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:13:58.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a summary of my year... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R3jAwWT670I/AAAAAAAAACc/7ZTGzrjtMo0/s1600-h/2007+achievements+(blog).doc"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150078110753550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R3jAwWT670I/AAAAAAAAACc/7ZTGzrjtMo0/s320/2007+achievements+(blog).doc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's yours like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8156593503701763312?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8156593503701763312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8156593503701763312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-2007.html' title='last day of 2007'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/R3jAwWT670I/AAAAAAAAACc/7ZTGzrjtMo0/s72-c/2007+achievements+(blog).doc' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-7141769868038933732</id><published>2007-12-11T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:23:29.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festive mood in toil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poke poke poke!! hello everyone! (though not sure who actually reads my hardly-ever-updated blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a month. so many happenings and i'm so lazy to note everything down. so it shall just be a few significant and more worth mentioning events k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've been a workaholic for the past few months! point taken. however, i am giving myself a break after this week. 2 weeks of break for the festive period weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEET UP MEET UP MEET UP!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;then it's back to work, hopefully if there still is any employment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams came and go. my grades are out. not fantastic but not that bad either. obtained my first D ever! *beams* but my econs modules are pathetic!! i think i'm not an econs person booo.. should i continue doing econs major? bleahh. anyway clearing everything this semester has a significant meaning. it means i can whisk myself away from this tiny island for a long while as a reward. hoooray! time is ticking away so quickly. i only have say 1.5 months before school begins next year. did i mention it will be my final year too? the thought of entering the working society gives me the creeps 'shudders' but i am looking forward to it!! challenges come my way.. 'hoooi yahhh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about challenges.. i finally overcome the much-dreaded marathon last Sun. It was my goal for the year and yes, i did it!!! it was completed in a donkey-tonkey-wonkey-longkey 8 hours.. i never knew walking could be that tough. seriously. it was painful and with the sun burning down your back, it made it even more unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we slowly walk/crawl/limp/roll the last few kilometres, our mouths were uttering curses which should never be heard. now i know why ppl always say don't go for marathons without training, it is no playing matter. nods fervently! but we did it. yeah! we rock, LZ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may sound crazy but during that last 100 metres, a thought that came across my mind is 'hmm i should really train before i do anothter marathon ever' we'll see about that though in time to come hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the healing process was really painful. after the run, i could hardly walk, not to mention my sunburnt shoulders. my knees were non-existent &amp;amp; i was walking like an old granny. so ugly!! but recovery came fast though the knee still hurts a little. i amazed myself by clubbing on wed night with a little difficulty, fri with not much pain and finally sat zoukout - fully recovered. SPEEDY! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, ZOUKOUT!!! my first ever zoukout! it was fantabulous =) what's more.. being paid to party? 'evil laughters' i was doing registration for an events till like 3am then i started partying. it was really good know coz the good vibes were only played during this time.. i really enjoy myself! haha! hopefully next year, it will be held in sentosa again. it was spacious enough (and airy too when you want to). i like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year is coming to an end again.. i would do a slow recap of how hectic this year has been &amp;amp; starting thinking about what i should have done right and what have i done wrong.. and how i can right my wrong and how i should live my life... sounds confusing? i think i am.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho everyone.. my season is finally coming. no need to dream anymore.. weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-7141769868038933732?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7141769868038933732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7141769868038933732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/festive-mood-in-toil.html' title='festive mood in toil'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-7955558708376242851</id><published>2007-11-11T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:56:28.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yipee yeah! exams over =) it's been 10 days? but it feels like one month has past already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, post exams mean work commitment so yes, back to work at full speed.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies by so quickly eeks. i'm looking forward to next feb wooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. Note to self, don't neglect friends when in a relationship. Not that I am in any or close to being in one, but yes, just a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends struggling with pre-exams preparation aja aja fighting! it will be over soon =) hang in there! 'hugs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-7955558708376242851?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7955558708376242851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7955558708376242851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-exams.html' title='post-exams'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-50239009807565685</id><published>2007-10-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:47:11.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy tales</title><content type='html'>i remember i used to love the disney cartoons from the past. they were all beautifully-spun love stories depicting the prince charming and the princess living a happily ever after life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simple. so sweet. so innocent. so surreal. so blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe that a daughter in the eyes of the daddy is always the little princess, the precious little girl who never grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question now is.. if i'm the princess, then where is my happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-50239009807565685?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/50239009807565685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/50239009807565685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/fairy-tales.html' title='fairy tales'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3854786086901633299</id><published>2007-10-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:18:06.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL dreaming of christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thousand of apologies for the long hiatus. i am irregular and very random. lol. anyway lately, it has been busy busy busy and more busy. finally, i am able to take a break from work however the condition that comes with it is that exams are one month away bleahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical week in september for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Work 0830-1800, Class 1900-2200&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Work 1400-1900&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Tuition 1500-1930, Work 2130-0230&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Work 1000-1900&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Tuitoin 1600-1800, Work 2130-0230&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Class 1330-1630, Work 2130-0230&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Class 0900-1200, Tuition 1300-1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite hectic rite? In the midst, there were deadlines for assignments and whatnots. Hardly had time to sleep bleahh. Did i mention, it's been a month since i step into a cinema? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I myself, wonder.. what am I putting myself through? Workaholic-in-training? Why am i depriving myself of life when in the next 30-40 years, I have ample opportunity to slog like a cow? My friends are complaining that I am becoming very anti-social. I don't join them for parties and after classes, I rush off to work. In my friend's word, "Yvonne, you're no fun anymore" =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I need the money. Yes, I value financial freedom but not to the extend that I in desperate need of it. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been sweet. She has been telling me, "I don't need you to work so hard and then end up neglecting your grades.. I can give you the financial support you need... yada, yada, yada" Like I told her, it's not about the money but more so for the opportunity. Think it finally got to her after a while (though she still don't like me coming back late). In addition, Daddy Koh has been really nice by allowing me to take the car out when convenient. =) (oh and when the car got into a little "dispute" with a lorry &amp;amp; end up with a small wound, Daddy Koh did not make a big fuss too! hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mark the deadline of my final assignment! YEAH! no yeah though for exams are in 3 weeks' time. Yucky timetable again... 25th, 26th Oct &amp;amp; 2 papers on 1st Nov 'wahhhh' so it's revision time again which means Yvonne goes MIA again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, meanwhile, take care people! I miss you all! 'hugs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough people outlast tough times! hang in there okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3854786086901633299?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3854786086901633299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3854786086901633299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-dreaming-of-christmas.html' title='STILL dreaming of christmas'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3881593659927928129</id><published>2007-08-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:01:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-updated entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been A month since my last post. one word.. LAZ-eeeeeeeeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a busy, busy month with work, school and tuition. i've pulled through weeee! i foresee the next month to be even worse bleahh. i know it's me who got myself into this state. at the end of it, let's hope it's all worthwhile *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i went for my first AHM. was quite disappointed with my performance. by the 11-12km, my legs were aching so bad that i had to walk &amp; that was the start of the walk-a-bit-run-a-little. at one point in time, i could hardly feel my legs. completed the run in about 3 hours but managed to receive the finisher's medal nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point to self: must condition way before the marathon on 2nd dec. this time round, was plagued with the cough illness 2-3 weeks before the run and the weather didn't really help too. thus bad bad condition bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about the run that i feel it's worth complimenting was that there was sufficient water points which was located every 2km or so. each station was set up by different units and their efforts to cheer the runners on was commendable. i was pretty much entertained by some of them who dressed up as pirates and one unforgettable character was this man with a big tummy in the skin-tight catwoman suit. rather amusing. during the run, there was this woman who carried a silver balloon with the initials "SSBR" and she was spotting army prints tops and bottoms with a jungle cap &amp;amp; camou on too. needless to say, she was the 'headturner' for many. you go lady!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we approach the end, we were welcomed by a crowd in the floating platform. am i glad that the run was over weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve a pat on my back 'pat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job lady *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up... full marathon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: my deepest condolences to the family of the runner who collapsed at the end of the run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3881593659927928129?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3881593659927928129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3881593659927928129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-so-updated-entry.html' title='not-so-updated entry'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-2699817707769125869</id><published>2007-07-24T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:00:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i confessed i've been lazy of late. haven't been blogging about myself. i'm a procrastinator i know. (pictures soon i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the month of june ended with countless celebrations for the termination of a month of miserable studying for the exams. there was partying, drinking, meet-ups with friends etc etc. there was a farewell party for Le Tian coz he's embarking on a study trip to melbourne for a year to pursuit his degree. Come to think of it, haven't heard from him since he left. Hope he's doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for July, it seen me through with less parties/drinks (ie good) but lotsa fun (still), food, work &amp; 2 10km runs. *beams* There was a bbq for one of my university classmate, Jax who left for on campus studying in melbourne too. that was a good feast. ate so much, so much. yummy. should have it again smetime soon lol. i'm craving for the honey mustard airpork pork chop haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Jeffry, who came back from states, to visit us before he starts work proper back in Indonesia. During his stay, we ate so so much. so sinful! but the time was well-spent and it was a great opportunity for the secondary school friends to get together. It was nice seeing all the familiar faces once again &amp;amp; catching up with each other. Quality time i would call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my accomplishments for the month: 2 10km runs!!! muahahhahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was the saucony pa run. it was held on the 8th July at east coast park. it's my first attempt at running such a long distance. thank goodness there was brendon, hupseng &amp; lz (uni mate) to run with me. they were slowed down so much because of me 'sorry' but i'm so glad i completed the run w/o stopping. when i saw the 7km mark, i was so close to slowing down to a walk. thank goodness, the guys were there to encourage me on. it was such a drag as i pull myself through the final kilometres. i was so happy when i cross the finishing line. time taken was 1hr 6mins weeeeeee! after the run, i thought my knees were gone bleahh. took me a good one day rest to recoup and a few more to un-stiffen my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second run was the mizuno wave run with lz. it was held on 22nd july at temasek polytechnic. time taken was 1hr 11mins. i was cursing and swearing at myself on the day itself. not mentioning the busy schedule that i had (class in the morning, tuition in the afternoon, jeffry back in singapore), i woke up to such a lovely rainy morning which was perfect for snuggling in bed. i so much want to whack myself in the head for i've paid and put myself through the misery 'grrr' to make things worse, the run started with a human jam caused by the exit from temasek poly to the route which was a small door and everyone was caught up (this might have took a good whole 5-7mins). the path we ran was wet and muddy thus we went 'splish, splash, splosh' and hopping half the time. more efforts were concentrated on avoiding the water puddles than running itself. this time round, upon completing the run, i felt slightly more alive than the previous run.but the collection of goody bag took a good one hour before it's our turn. end up, i missed my lesson bleahh. went home took a nap, went for tuition and then went for seafood at night with the burung, hildya, mr koh, angela and john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wrap up, school has started. i had the suck-iest timetable ever grrr. sat afternoon, sun morning, mon night &amp;amp; tues morning. this leaves me with wed, thurs and fri as my weekends. o well, i'll pull through. bless me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-2699817707769125869?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2699817707769125869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2699817707769125869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/recent-updates.html' title='recent updates'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-1937055632896968181</id><published>2007-07-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:41:40.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;生日快乐，熟悉的陌生人。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;没胆量亲自对你说声祝词。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;因为害怕会对你产生无法控制的思念。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;但是，在这里，我打从心里地祝福你。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;希望你的梦想以实现，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;日子过的快快乐乐，无忧无虑，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;并且身体安康，免得常常生病。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;要珍重喔！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;但愿一天，当我们在街上偶然遇见能勇敢面对着对方问声简简单单的，“近来还好吗？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-1937055632896968181?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1937055632896968181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1937055632896968181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8129335396048758910</id><published>2007-07-07T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:21:46.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;your shining moments?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lgshiningmoment.com/my/en/"&gt;http://www.lgshiningmoment.com/my/en/&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8129335396048758910?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8129335396048758910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8129335396048758910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-5006684404937693035</id><published>2007-07-05T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:18:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staring into the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;the reflection returns the glare&lt;br /&gt;with glassy eyes that fills no life.&lt;br /&gt;The stranger standing in front&lt;br /&gt;looks unfamiliar and weary,&lt;br /&gt;utters a cry which resurrect a thousand thoughts&lt;br /&gt;'Do I know you anymore?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does everything changes with time? i guess in some way it does. roads wear out, rocks erode etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, many things happen. i want to continue believing there is pure goodness and untainted innocence left in people. call me naive. but i know, for now i can still indulge in it. for stepping into the society means offering yourself as a sacrifice to the merciless fangs of politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, let me have the luxury of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-5006684404937693035?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5006684404937693035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5006684404937693035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/staring-into-mirror-reflection-returns.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6900261360507198297</id><published>2007-06-11T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:25:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6900261360507198297?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6900261360507198297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6900261360507198297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/lesson-learnt.html' title='lesson learnt'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-53197465575078522</id><published>2007-06-09T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:21:34.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeet surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RmpuqmA7knI/AAAAAAAAABc/qYqGDTESoTo/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073989608224297586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RmpuqmA7knI/AAAAAAAAABc/qYqGDTESoTo/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the airport the other day to study and while waiting for my friends, i stumbled upon this old couple sitting on the next bench and secretly took a shot 'oops'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old man was reading the newspaper which he conveniently folded into a small rectangle and he had a tiny dictionary with him too. he was so caught up that he hardly lifted his head to take a glance around. and all these while, the old lady was just sitting quietly and patiently beside him while surveying the surrounding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sat on the bench next to them and observed for a while. it is so sweet and heartwarming. the sight of them gives me hope that an everlasting love still exists. but yet, sad to admit, the statistics today prove otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o well, thought i share with you guys the above. so enjoy in the sweet surreal! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-53197465575078522?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/53197465575078522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/53197465575078522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweeet-surreal.html' title='sweeet surreal'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RmpuqmA7knI/AAAAAAAAABc/qYqGDTESoTo/s72-c/DSC01850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-1339815090169373372</id><published>2007-06-06T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:23:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy back from hk = happy yvonne + many many pwetty clothes + yummy lao po bing weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside the material satisfaction.. it makes yvonne realise how much mummy care for her. (i do know all along somehow now i'm feeling it even more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, yvonne will do her best to be a good girl &amp; make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-1339815090169373372?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1339815090169373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1339815090169373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/realism.html' title='realism'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3328953159849048211</id><published>2007-06-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:35:51.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOUTOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;note to self:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do more to let friends around you know they mean something to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my sincere apologies to those of you who feel neglected in sme way or another. sorry for the postponed dates of dinners, movies, chillout, outings, sessions whatnots. therefore, i'm posting this (and later on friendster too) to let you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU my dear friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3328953159849048211?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3328953159849048211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3328953159849048211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/shoutout.html' title='SHOUTOUT'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-8735288236792121891</id><published>2007-06-05T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:39:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utterly disgusted</title><content type='html'>i don't usually do this. but i'm totally disgusted by the incorrigible arrogance of sme individuals, esp this one that i'm gonna talk about.. maybe it was unintentional but it's too much grrr! so pls dear friends, do bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this individualistic soul in my class. i have been with the soul for quite a few lessons. a very competitive person and very well-equipped therefore the need to stand out from the rest. on the average, a D student for sure. however, the interpersonal/interactive skils of this individual is terrible. in class, hardly anyone speaks/entertains the soul. i do try my best to be as friendly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, that aside. recently we have this assignment which leave many of us bewildered even after submission. but we decided to ignore our doubts, cross our fingers, pray hard and submit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, the comments to the assignment was released. i was informed firsthand by the kind soul. the soul then complained how the lecturer misguided us and rattled on and on. eventually, i found out that the soul did not heed the lecturer's advice and went ahead to include other points in the assignment. so DUHH!! i don't see why the soul is being so concern over smth that don't matter to the soul and the soul even suggested the rest of us to do smth about our lecturer like maybe report his misguidance to the school. so dieow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting irritated so i told the soul off, that since the soul did include it, then it is none of the soul's concern. the comments that the marker gave does not apply for the soul. think the soul got the idea that what the soul was doing was pissing me off. thus, the soul back off after ie good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, the kind soul told me that the soul wrote in to the marker and requested for the marks to the assignment. i believe the soul did fairly well since the soul did include an important point which many of us did not. when asked, the soul said the grade was not too good. so i asked if it was at least a pass. unexpectedly, the answer was the soul got a D and added on, it was 2 marks away from HD. WTF!!! before that, the soul sounded all down as though the soul did not perform well.. grrr!!! pisses me off man! the rest of the conversations was filled with the soul's ramblings about the lecturer yada yada yada.. which i can hardly bring myself to be bothered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how can a person gets so caught up with grades and be so ignorant/insensitive of the feelings of others?? grrr.. i don't doubt the soul meant well but honestly, i think the soul should do smth to improve the interpersonal skills the soul possess, (borat) NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right just need to vent this out.. no more next time! do apologise. argghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: the soul was used repetitively so as to prevent any disclosure of identity/gender/names. it maybe a cat, a dog, a fictitious character etc. or a imaginary friend after too much studying bleahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-8735288236792121891?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8735288236792121891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/8735288236792121891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/utterly-disgusted.html' title='utterly disgusted'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-1510788854703692224</id><published>2007-05-24T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:18:30.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why is it that everyone seems to be going away for holidays? while here i am, stuck, with work and endless work and endless work and more work.. bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm driven mad by my cursed assignment, MRM. i want it dead so bad 'pinch, poke, punch and finally a super-turbo kick to send it flying into the deep india sea..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have been pushing myself too hard. was doing it for the past 3 days. now i'm in a state of daze. even when i'm tired, i can't sleep. after i sleep, i don't even feel rested which explains why my head is floating now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i do have my fair share of fun. it's usually chill out, chill out, chill out and more chill out accompanied with the hazardous effects of getting intoxicated and munching on too much food.. bleahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a run. no problem with an aching head during the process of it. i feel it keeps me alive and in touch with the real world. running is good. if only i can keep going on, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the side, i signed up for a 10km run.. wahahaha! that's my first step to reach the stan chart 42km run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philosophy to self: you have to run a marathon at least once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i am trying to achieve. urge me on my friends (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-1510788854703692224?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1510788854703692224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/1510788854703692224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-it-that-everyone-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3739293277998567876</id><published>2007-05-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:59:18.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my virgin extraction</title><content type='html'>0817. i rang up the clinic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greeted by a lady who was trying her best to catch her breath, "Good morning, Tan's Clinic.. " heavy breathing "How may i help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I would like to check with you if there's any available slots for today, anytime before 12pm.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm afraid we'll quite packed for the day. What's the matter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My wisdom tooth is affecting me. Can you inform me if there is any cancellation?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, if that's the case, let me speak with the doctor and see if she will be able to squeeze you in between the slots. I'll call you back later"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After giving her my contacts, I hung up. Unable to fall asleep, I decided to finish up the last episode of Prison Break. Wasn't i glad when my phone rang at 0840.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi Yvonne, I've spoken with the doctor. She say you can come down to the clinic and wait. The doctor will try her best to see to you. However, you have to be really patient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately, I grabbed my belongings, a book and my laptop and flew down in a cab. I reached there at 0915 and began my excrutiating wait for my turn to see the dentist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hour hand ticked by slowly. I am not complaining as I was kept on the edge of my seat with Prison Break. Just as the episode ended, the nurse called out my name. That was 1010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside, I started apologising to the doctor. I was afraid she will scold me. Reason being, I was forewarned about the tooth since January and have not return for the extraction over the past few months 'oops'. However, my dentist was really nice. She apologised instead for keeping me wait as she understands the agony when the tooth is aching really bad. She is so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon settling on the chair, she began examining my mouth. After some light knocks here and there, she concluded that all the headaches that I have been experiencing over the few weeks was the cause of the tooth. The hole has enlarged over the months and it is very near to the nerves which send signals to the brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the extraction process began. I shut my eyes tightly and refused to look at the anesthetic needle that she was injecting into my gums. I could feel the sting into the flesh 'OUCH' but very quickly the numbness overwhelmed. Within seconds, the left side of my mouth was numbed. I could hardly speak clearly. I was practically fumbling over my words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she made sure that the jab has taken effect, she proceeded with the extraction. No pain at all. Only the pressure of her pulling the tooth out. She said it will be like forcing open a durian, you'll feel the pressure but no pain at all, which was very true. She then placed the gauze for me to bite to stop the bleeding. Then she rattled on with the things to do and to not do. I was hardly concentrating. After a while, she ensured that I was not bleeding profusely and told me I am good to go. That was all done in less than 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was given 2 packets of gauze, antibiotics, painkillers and a antispetic mouthwash. I made my payment and exited the clinic, feeling more brave than ever. 'smug-look' That was only 1035?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned home, took an hour nap before going for class which was follwed by tuition in the evening. I was able to function normally yeah! My classmates were like, "I've never seen anyone who extracted their wisdom tooth and yet still so chatty." oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But frankly speaking, I was a little worried in the afternoon coz the bleeding came back. I think it was because I talked too much lol. O well, now all is done and I am so happy weee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sucha braveeeeeeeeeee girl!!! wahahhhaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The picture below may be unsuitable for viewing right after a meal. View at your own risk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'root' of my troubles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770196833338402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkmtqOM8hCI/AAAAAAAAABM/NGkLIRvZ-bE/s320/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770523250852914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/Rkmt9OM8hDI/AAAAAAAAABU/McOkdBWR6bc/s320/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hole that was further enlarged by the dentist during the extraction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3739293277998567876?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3739293277998567876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3739293277998567876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-virgin-extraction.html' title='my virgin extraction'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkmtqOM8hCI/AAAAAAAAABM/NGkLIRvZ-bE/s72-c/DSC01748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-2804981644756476459</id><published>2007-05-09T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:49:31.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ascending immortallity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;phew! i'm now in the midst of my mad-rush week... 3 assignments due in a week, tt's so not funny! 2 down, 1 to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortunately, my tuition kids did not ask for extra lesson. i'm so so glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for this week to end. i'm seeing the light at the end.. weee! a short break before the next deadline hit me &amp; not forgetting the upcoming exams which i'm pretty sure will bust me (2 papers in a day grrr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yvonne's becoming all work and no play bleahh! yvonne's boring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want fun.. for now, i shall live in the memories of fun =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062446649590973410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkFsZ-M8g-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FOGzeUsOVtE/s320/P4250007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062448586621223954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkFuKuM8hBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lta4_zf5V8U/s320/P4250057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the jumps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062448011095606258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkFtpOM8g_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/DxpnF53x5JA/s320/P4250066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062448285973513218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkFt5OM8hAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/okYst9bN9n8/s320/P4250068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and we're all happy people pre-deadlines...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now, we're the living dead wahhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-2804981644756476459?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2804981644756476459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2804981644756476459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/ascending-immortallity.html' title='ascending immortallity'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RkFsZ-M8g-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FOGzeUsOVtE/s72-c/P4250007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6718690632369971375</id><published>2007-04-15T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T04:30:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little adventure won't kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tonight did not started out that nice but ended nice hahaha. managed to sneak a ride on my own. it was therapeutic hee! LURVEEEEEEE it wooT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier on, i was pitiful. now, i have a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all that matters, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6718690632369971375?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6718690632369971375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6718690632369971375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-adventure-wont-kill.html' title='a little adventure won&apos;t kill'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-2370664331531484997</id><published>2007-04-05T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T03:15:54.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How significant is insignificant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) You are walking along the street &amp; notice a old woman carrying a red plastic bag, picking used drink cans from the bin. Usual thing that one would do is to brush it aside and think about another matter eg, where should i go, what to have for lunch, when is the bus arriving etc etc. However, that thing that she is doing actually earns her money for her daily expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) You are tied up with your busy schedule and perhaps miss a call from an old friend. Being occupied with work and thinking 'it is of no urgency', you delay in returning the call or totally forgot about it. However, it may be a friend calling to say 'How are you? I miss you..' which I think, will totally make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) You are online so often and very used to seeing this friend online but just never take the chance to say hello. What if one day, he/she is not there? It may be a small issue 'just a few days'. However, it continues for the next few weeks? months? I am pretty sure you will get worried &amp; wonder what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I'm trying to put across is.. how significant is insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think your significance have been proved in the most insignificant way.. &amp;amp; I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-2370664331531484997?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2370664331531484997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/2370664331531484997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-significant-is-insignificant.html' title='How significant is insignificant?'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3669840800115249150</id><published>2007-04-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:45:08.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;someone just asked me this question. he said it came from an article and it is stated that it is an important but often neglected question. i replied, 'the simplest thing in life..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-3669840800115249150?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3669840800115249150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3669840800115249150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-makes-you-happy.html' title='what makes you happy?'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-611320778847477696</id><published>2007-04-03T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:24:04.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dance like no one is praising us.&lt;br /&gt;Love like we’ve never been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like no one is listening to us.&lt;br /&gt;Work like we don’t need money for it.&lt;br /&gt;Live like today is the doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-611320778847477696?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/611320778847477696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/611320778847477696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/quote.html' title='a quote..'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-5323736260715348624</id><published>2007-04-02T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:55:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>As we grow up, we gradually gain control over things. We begin to take charge of little things like daily happenings around us to the direction of our lives. We control our emotions, feelings &amp; actions in order to attain what we are seeking for. At the end, when we get what we want, are we really happy inside? How many times have we actually lost ourselves in the process of doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was young, the little me just went around doing things i like and want to. It may be playing in the rain &amp; getting all drenched while in school uniform. It may be walking barefooted in the middle of the night down Orchard Road. It may be public display of affections, be it with friends, lovers or family. It was the way that I managed to stay oblivious and ignorant of any unwanted attention that makes life good. Life used to be so much more carefree &amp; definitely filled with more laughter. Nowadays, there are so many other factors to take in mind. Especially when one grows up &amp; age comes bogging down, the mindset matures &amp; changes with the expectations of society. The eyes of the onlookers may just bring you to the talking topic of the entire media with the advancement of technology. How scary is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many considerations &amp; responsibilities, are we actually in, or out of control? I think it's more of the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-5323736260715348624?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5323736260715348624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/5323736260715348624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-7994649555310152068</id><published>2007-03-30T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:19:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what say you?</title><content type='html'>lifted this off from a blog i came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him but a sympathetic woman gets him. Do you agree with this view?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting. yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-7994649555310152068?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7994649555310152068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/7994649555310152068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-say-you.html' title='what say you?'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-6384000897659623450</id><published>2007-03-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:45:09.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i adore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/Rgqo_2SJKyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lJCido4TTr8/s1600-h/roberts-julia-photo-julia-roberts-6222485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047032147278900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/Rgqo_2SJKyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lJCido4TTr8/s320/roberts-julia-photo-julia-roberts-6222485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have been indulging in her classics. watched runaway bride, notting hill &amp; pretty woman countless times but never get sick of it. awww, she is just so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-6384000897659623450?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6384000897659623450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/6384000897659623450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-adore.html' title='i adore..'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/Rgqo_2SJKyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lJCido4TTr8/s72-c/roberts-julia-photo-julia-roberts-6222485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-3071263255848161613</id><published>2007-03-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:28:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新春祝词</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在这个花好月圆的晚上，大家都陶醉在家中那喜气洋洋的欢乐气氛。每个人的脸上都带着一副幸福的表情，开开心心地吃着阿妈忙了一天准备的可口美食。吃饱后，客厅里的人也渐渐随着夜晚的逼近而返回自己的安乐窝，准备迎接另一个忙碌的星期。 元宵节也就这样在一瞬间从眼前飘过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此刻，我也想借这个机会祝大家过了一个快乐的新年， 希望大家心想事成，身体健康，学业进步，青春永驻，永远快乐。加油，加油喔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-婉萍上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038091527694111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RerljS4c0wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7JR7aLP6O-Y/s320/P2190044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8387703-3071263255848161613?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3071263255848161613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/3071263255848161613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='新春祝词'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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/_T2WAAIqsAJc/RerljS4c0wI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7JR7aLP6O-Y/s72-c/P2190044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-117103784681150101</id><published>2007-02-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:17:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play-ed-out day.. bahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful friday, i thought to myself last night. since i will be meeting up 2 friends &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the identities of the individuals will not be disclosed)&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon. i swear i was looking forward to it. end up, i was left with 2 huge airplanes in my hangar bleahh!! i'm just complaining.. no hard feelings k ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tt aside, yvonne today is a happy yvonne.. for i bought 2 pairs of shoes woo! one in lovely red and the other one was a repeat of what i had coz it was so comfortable and all worn out muahaha! also, it pretty much marks the end of the girl going to town to scout for merchandise for the time being till chinese new year is over.. too many people for comfort bahh!! i love nice quiet weekday afternoons whereby you can have the malls all to yourself. the air at your feet feels much cooler &amp; there is no need to squeeze among the crowds 'grins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought. i was thinking maybe i should start my shoe collection since my mum forcefully placed the old shoe cabinet in my already-tiny room 'grrrs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, the writer has ran out of brain juice and her eyelids are getting really heavy. later ppl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-117103784681150101?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/117103784681150101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/117103784681150101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/play-ed-out-day-bahh.html' title='play-ed-out day.. bahh'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116943676669386429</id><published>2007-01-22T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:32:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116943676669386429?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116943676669386429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116943676669386429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-passweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116895830174398862</id><published>2007-01-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:38:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld lang syne</title><content type='html'>Many have known the tune but yet few know the correct lyrics. Nonetheless, I am guilty of that too. I'm sure a number of us just as well. Halfway through the first month of the brand new year, how is it going for you my friends? Hope everything is going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is the holidays which will only end in end of Feb. I'm beginning to get bored of it as most of my friends have started school 'sad' To make things worse, my days at work are getting cut off like the butcher slicing the meat. Very painful for me &amp; even more so for my pocket. Took up a number of tuition jobs though. Now I have a total of 5 students, 2 Pri 6, 2 Sec 1 &amp; 1 Sec 4. Mostly relatives so no, I'm not earning alot. Sometimes, I dunno what I am putting myself into. (I think most of the time I don't anyway 'shrugs')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my crap. Enjoy the lyrics (&amp; perhaps get it right?). Ciao everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should old acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and never brought to mind ?&lt;br /&gt;Should old acquaintance be forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and auld lang syne ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear, &lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne, &lt;br /&gt;we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, &lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne. &lt;br /&gt;And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !&lt;br /&gt;And surely I’ll buy mine !&lt;br /&gt;And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,&lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;We two have run about the hills,&lt;br /&gt;and pulled the daisies fine ;&lt;br /&gt;But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,&lt;br /&gt;since auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;We two have paddled in the stream,&lt;br /&gt;from morning sun till dine (dinner time) ;&lt;br /&gt;But seas between us broad have roared&lt;br /&gt;since auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;And there’s a hand my trusty friend !&lt;br /&gt;And give us a hand o’ thine !&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll take a right good-will draught,&lt;br /&gt;for auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I did not feel so alone.. &lt;br /&gt;Half of the time, I wish I was stronger.. &lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I wish you were here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116895830174398862?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116895830174398862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116895830174398862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld lang syne'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116744810019378390</id><published>2006-12-30T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:08:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"珍惜才能擁有，感恩才能天長地久"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copied &amp; paste without the permission of hIn. i find it rather true. i also came to realised that when one gets into a comfort zone, it is rather difficult for you to get out even when you know it is not a good thing. why? coz everything tt happens, it is more or less expected &amp;amp; your already wounded organ will not get any worse. however when you step out of it, there are possibilities of unknown circumstances whereby it will take you unaware and end up hurting you even more. it is a rather sad thing coz soon you will find yourself not taking chances with anything or anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a side note, it's a saturday, one more day to a brand new year. i'm working and feeling very dazed. my stomach feels weird. i just want to laze in bed. bring me home someone? last night i slept in my parents' room (they are away for holiday &amp; returning tonight.. can't wait to see them) i came to a conclusion: i like big beds, so nice &amp; comfy. i wanna go home!!! i need to rattle on. so bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;christmas came and went with lots of eating, drinking &amp; being merry. had a nice quiet countdown followed by a visit of the lovely beach bar km8. it was simple and nice. and as i was saying, festive seasons give ppl more opportunity to EDM coz almost every other restaurant is fully booked for the occasion. i was fortunate to do tt too, however, in the comfort of the house. it was heartwarming =) my auntie was really sweet. somehow she managed to find the family photo when my dad and his siblings were all little and young. she reprinted them &amp; framed it up for each one of the sibling. it was black &amp;amp; white and smth interesting, my grandma was wearing the classic beehive hairstyle. how nostalgic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on christmas night, i watched The Holiday. how apt it was to watch it then. it was better than what i've expected it to be. the happy ending compensated for the tears that fell during the show. sometimes, when one watch sappy shows, it is comforting to hear sniffles around you coz then you'll know, you are not alone in it all by yourself. in any case, i am not a sadist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one more day to year 2007. what are your resolutions for the new year? and i ponder what's mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116744810019378390?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116744810019378390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116744810019378390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/copied-white-and-smth-interesting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116651941871266421</id><published>2006-12-19T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:10:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been raining so much these days. it makes one realise how near christmas is. i have noticed christmas is always spent running through town completing last min xmas shopping through the splish-splash-sploshy wet streets. it's like the trademark of christmas in singapore. here, you get rain and elsewhere, there's snow. perhaps the one up there is trying his very best to be fair. 'shrugs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whichever. i've watched relatively many shows, read a fair deal of books, over-worked and missing my dear friends all so much. what's happening? exams are over and holidays are in &amp; out in the next 2 weeks but yet, no signs of my lovelies -pouts- everyone is busy, busy, busy like the little helpers of santa in this festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;lately, i've been thinking alot about things that matter (i think they do). frankly speaking, i am not the least sorted out. i hate the fact of that. it's long overdue &amp; i should really take a stand. i should no longer be a push-over and be taken for granted for. however, i cannot bear to. so much for talking. well, talk is easy and action is not. i should do myself a favour. i really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'... You know Im such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger. Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116651941871266421?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116651941871266421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116651941871266421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-raining-so-much-these-days_19.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116515307884229546</id><published>2006-12-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:37:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>it's been a mth since exams are over. 3 mths since my 21st. and soon 3 weeks when a brand new year starts. the counting down to yet another year in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish myself good luck &amp; all my friends the very best as well. welcome 2007! ( i know it's a bit tad early) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past mth zoom by with work, outings, clubbings, hanging out with new friends, movie sessions &amp; lotsa crappings. am i glad that dec is here coz now my friends, u've all finish ur exams &amp;amp; definitely have time to ask me out. it's time to catch up 'pokes' i'm waiting by my phone patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, trust is really important. it really is. but somehow i can't seem to find any. pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116515307884229546?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116515307884229546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116515307884229546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116322345091686981</id><published>2006-11-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:37:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i swear i can almost hear the bells jingling. everywhere in sight is filled with lovely xmas decors. ahh the air of xmas! 'inhales deeply'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the season of giving is around the corner once again. it seems like only yesterday when my brother gt into a small lil accident while on a grocery trip in prep for a xmas eve dinner for the family. just like that, a year has passed. so fast! can hardly remember what i did last yr.. 'hmm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, what's lacking in the streets is the sound of xmas carols &amp; the shopping spirit of ppl. very soon, all of it will come in time &amp;amp; embrace everyone into the festive spirit. beware everyone! 'bites'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's on your wishlist this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116322345091686981?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116322345091686981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116322345091686981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/xmas-is-in-air.html' title='xmas is in the air'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116291241907451497</id><published>2006-11-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:13:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm alway wishing for you to make me this happy every other day.. .. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, you gave me a glimpse of hope.. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's pray it's for here to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116291241907451497?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116291241907451497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116291241907451497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-alway-wishing-for-you-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116038826715322791</id><published>2006-10-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:04:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the weather</title><content type='html'>by d end of sept, things seemed to be going on smoothly. i thought i found some directions &amp; saw sme light beckoning to me from afar. that was what it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct came.. perhaps it might be the weather at play, things just don't seems so good. the weather is spicy hot &amp; the haze, don't even want to talk about that. argh!!! it affects everything.. feels as though my body is emitting heat.. 'rawrs' i need smth to cool me down. rain snow on me pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams coming.. i'm not hearing from anywhere, anyone, anything.. i can't think!!! i miss my friends, i miss the rain, i miss you, him, her, we, us, them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell i'm sprouting nonsense? if you can't, i think you're under the weather too.. just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116038826715322791?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116038826715322791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116038826715322791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/under-weather.html' title='under the weather'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-116021432942270769</id><published>2006-10-07T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:45:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Free Hugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-116021432942270769?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116021432942270769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/116021432942270769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-hugs.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115989117319807514</id><published>2006-10-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:05:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/640/DSC01340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/DSC01340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melancholic&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/8387703-115989117319807514?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115989117319807514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115989117319807514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/melancholic.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115859626875828181</id><published>2006-09-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:30:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all right, here are pictures from my birthday. wanted to collaborate all the pictures from jiaxuan's camera. but somehow, i can't meet her online. plus her msn &amp; mine has a love-hate relationship going on. we still working on that. so yes, here go... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my lovely family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my maternal grandmama (my precious!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020105.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my paternal grandfather &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/21st_ws_crest.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;maternal side of family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;paternal side of family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my dearest girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my lovelies looking pretty in purple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my secondary school friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9030129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my jc darlings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/P9020119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my NTU band of brothers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my grapevine from Grapevine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope the picture did the talking. Thanks once again everyone who attended the party =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/CIMG1240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right. yours truly is taking a short hiatus from blogging till all assignments are completed. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115859626875828181?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115859626875828181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115859626875828181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-right-here-are-pictures-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115760935001463710</id><published>2006-09-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:09:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 and enjoying it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first of all, i would like to say a big THANK YOU to all those who attended my party, those who made it possible by helping me out (ie my mum, dad, grandma, brother, py, hil, jx, shearm &amp; andy). thank you for gracing my little party with your presence. was really glad that most of you turn up 'hugs' hope you had a good time. pls pardon me if there was any 'mistreatment' in any way hee. also, thank you for d lovely presents. pictures will be up soon. i apologise for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin life as it is. perhaps it might be due to some 'unforeseen' happenings. but yes, as what my nick says, for now, i'm blissfully in love with d world. of course, a girl will never be satisfied so easily. girls always want more &amp; moRE  &amp; MORE. girls are greedy. okie, maybe not all, but i dare say, I AM! life is full of ups and downs. so i am gonna cherish what i have now before a typhoon of unhappiness come blowing in haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up would be lotsa assignments back-to-back in d following weeks. *zappp* back to the life of a student 'work work work'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still happy. 'smiles' i think i've become silly, silly-ly in love with d world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115760935001463710?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115760935001463710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115760935001463710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/21-and-enjoying-it.html' title='21 and enjoying it...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115687059177102027</id><published>2006-08-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:56:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Part of Speech: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;adjective 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Definition: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;joyous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=blessed"&gt;blessed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=blest"&gt;blest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=blissful"&gt;blissful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=blithe"&gt;blithe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=can%27t%20complain"&gt;can't complain&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=captivated"&gt;captivated&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=cheerful"&gt;cheerful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=chipper"&gt;chipper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=chirpy"&gt;chirpy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=content"&gt;content&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=contented"&gt;contented&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=convivial"&gt;convivial&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=delighted"&gt;delighted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=ecstatic"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=elated"&gt;elated&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=exultant"&gt;exultant&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=flying%20high"&gt;flying high&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=gay"&gt;gay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=glad"&gt;glad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=gleeful"&gt;gleeful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=gratified"&gt;gratified&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=hopped%20up"&gt;hopped up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=intoxicated"&gt;intoxicated&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=jolly"&gt;jolly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=joyful"&gt;joyful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=joyous"&gt;joyous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=jubilant"&gt;jubilant&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=laughing"&gt;laughing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=light"&gt;light&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=lively"&gt;lively&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=looking%20good"&gt;looking good&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=merry"&gt;merry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=mirthful"&gt;mirthful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=overjoyed"&gt;overjoyed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=peaceful"&gt;peaceful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=peppy"&gt;peppy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=perky"&gt;perky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=playful"&gt;playful&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=pleasant"&gt;pleasant&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=pleased"&gt;pleased&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=satisfied"&gt;satisfied&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=sparkling"&gt;sparkling&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=sunny"&gt;sunny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=thrilled"&gt;thrilled&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=tickled"&gt;tickled&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=tickled%20pink"&gt;tickled pink&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=up"&gt;up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/search?q=upbeat"&gt;upbeat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115687059177102027?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115687059177102027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115687059177102027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/main-entry-happy-part-of-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115635108792250004</id><published>2006-08-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:38:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l-o-v-e, this four letter word that i have abstain from.</title><content type='html'>it does wonders which can spiral you up to cloud nine. and yet, there are days whereby you are tormented by its catastrophic wtihdrawal symptons. it is like a drug that consumes you when you overdose it. however, there are no rehabs for you to get rid of it. it just makes you thirst for more &amp; more. there is no cure once the addiction kicks in. you are doomed. it is scary like a monster which haunts you day and night. it makes you think of that someone every single time. it reminds you of that someone no matter where you go. "is that love?" some will ask. seriously, no one knows. it is often confused with possessiveness as there is only a thin line of separation. it makes you want to be there for him/her regardless what happens, be it cheating, lying, betraying, stealing, killing, robbing. it makes you want to stay with him/her through thick and thin. it makes you lose ur mind and you lose the power to differentiate right from wrong. it makes you just want to be there together with him/her. it makes you want to cover up his/her flaws. it makes you want to quit all your vices, be it smoking, drinking, gambling. it makes you smile deep inside when that someone shows signs of concern. it makes you glee in joy when he/she is a little jealous. it makes you do all sorts of crazy things. it makes you do things you dislike. it makes you want to do things you like even more. it drives you crazy when you lose it. it makes you cry when you realise you no longer have it. it makes you bitter at the thought of it. it is a strange and amazing thing. it evokes all kinds of emotions. it is something which you are scare of. it is something yet which you cannot live without. it is something that you go searching for, up, down, left and right. it is something that fills the empty void in the heart. it is something which you have no control over. it is something that I am unsure of. and it is definitely something that you are not able to provide me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115635108792250004?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115635108792250004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115635108792250004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/l-o-v-e-this-four-letter-word-that-i.html' title='l-o-v-e, this four letter word that i have abstain from.'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115565983323300290</id><published>2006-08-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:37:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115565983323300290?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115565983323300290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115565983323300290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/crushed.html' title='crushed'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115554023454482843</id><published>2006-08-14T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:23:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i realised i haven't been doing any proper blogging in a while. sorry my friends. you know i still love you don't you? in case you don't, please believe me, i DOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as you may know, school started for me. another new sem rushing right into my face &amp; everything seems to fly by so quickly that sometimes i feel i cannot catch my breath. eeks hate it this way. worse thing is, the hols went by so quickly &amp;amp; perhaps due to working part-time, it never really did occur to me that 'oh here are the hols'. but o well, who will get enough of hols? it's best when it's never-ending haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just reminds me of smth i read from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;'There are 2 things in this world that is never-ending. One, it's the universe. Two, it's stupidity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahha...i totally agree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental block..take care for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115554023454482843?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115554023454482843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115554023454482843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realised-i-havent-been-doing-any.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115532371753418990</id><published>2006-08-12T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T03:15:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate that i do not hear from you...&lt;br /&gt;i hate to feel so much about you&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit that the simplest things you do brings a smile&lt;br /&gt;i hate to wonder if my feelings for you are reciprocated&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that the list can go on &amp; on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i hate myself for being weak&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115532371753418990?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115532371753418990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115532371753418990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-that-i-do-not-hear-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115392955651570065</id><published>2006-07-26T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:34:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;望着他轻轻抚摸着她的脸&lt;br /&gt;心里面似乎有着一股酸溜溜的感觉&lt;br /&gt;脑海里仿佛浮现着你熟悉的脸孔&lt;br /&gt;多么希望这种情形也能发生在你我身上&lt;br /&gt;哈！哪有可能呢？&lt;br /&gt;或许记忆力随着时间慢慢的淡化&lt;br /&gt;更或许是一时故意得想不起&lt;br /&gt;我总是忘了你身边的另一个她&lt;br /&gt;天天无时无刻地呆在你心里的一部分&lt;br /&gt;想着想，胸口盈盈发出阵阵痛&lt;br /&gt;我只能静静地告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;我只是你脑子里的一串号码&lt;br /&gt;在你心情低落和不愉快时想倒的一个求救热线&lt;br /&gt;不应该对你有所期待，不应该，真的不应该&lt;br /&gt;每次想到这儿我也有所领悟&lt;br /&gt;我也只能笑我笨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115392955651570065?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115392955651570065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115392955651570065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115349796222608625</id><published>2006-07-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:06:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll let you in her house&lt;br /&gt;If you come knockin' late at night&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;If the words you say are right&lt;br /&gt;If you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But there's a secret garden she hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her car&lt;br /&gt;To go drivin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you into the parts of herself&lt;br /&gt;That'll bring you down&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you in her heart&lt;br /&gt;If you got a hammer and a vise&lt;br /&gt;But into her secret garden, don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone a million miles&lt;br /&gt;How far'd you get&lt;br /&gt;To that place where you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;And you can't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll lead you down a path&lt;br /&gt;There'll be tenderness in the air&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you come just far enough&lt;br /&gt;So you know she's really there&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes will say&lt;br /&gt;She's got a secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Where everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Will always stay&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115349796222608625?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115349796222608625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115349796222608625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-garden.html' title='secret garden'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115347949414148819</id><published>2006-07-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:58:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/DSC01215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/DSC01215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the florist called an 'alien' ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will grow bigger as each day passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, it's  a present...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... ... to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115347949414148819?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115347949414148819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115347949414148819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-what-florist-called-alien-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115314973489811746</id><published>2006-07-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:22:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..... firework...&lt;br /&gt;XXX says:&lt;br /&gt;duar duar duar&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;世界唯一的你says:&lt;br /&gt;lol...was tt meant to be fireworks&lt;br /&gt;XXX says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;XXX says:&lt;br /&gt;some sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a conversation i had earlier on... the XXX is to protect the identity of this person&lt;br /&gt;it made me laugh myself silly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115314973489811746?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115314973489811746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115314973489811746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/xxx-says-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115306494244427786</id><published>2006-07-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:49:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...want to have...&lt;br /&gt;ribeye steak&lt;br /&gt;bbq squid&lt;br /&gt;stingray&lt;br /&gt;bbq chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;hawaiian pizza&lt;br /&gt;grandma's home-cook porridge with cai xin&lt;br /&gt;plaster prata&lt;br /&gt;hor fan&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie i think i'm hungry haha!or more like greedy =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want now is to rest at home for one entire day to recoup my energy...sleep the whole day away &amp; lay in the comfort of my bed awwww! did i mention school is starting soon? BLAH!!! this is no holiday! *whines*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115306494244427786?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115306494244427786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115306494244427786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/craves.html' title='craves'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115306278194285556</id><published>2006-07-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:13:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;曹格-世界唯一的你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/389d1ZOAiWc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/389d1ZOAiWc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;a beautiful song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115306278194285556?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115306278194285556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115306278194285556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-song.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115279073836790866</id><published>2006-07-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:38:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to go on a holiday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/DSC01213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/DSC01213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a blink of my eyes, let me go to my dream destination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blink blink blink blink blink blink... ... ... ... ... ... ...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not working -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115279073836790866?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115279073836790866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115279073836790866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-go-on-holiday.html' title='i want to go on a holiday!!!'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115279007787190868</id><published>2006-07-13T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:27:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/DSC012091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/DSC012091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a message for you:&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning, there was a glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;however i lack the courage to face up.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts raced through the mind,&lt;br /&gt;whispers travel across the field.&lt;br /&gt;have it ever occur to you that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you can like anyone as much as anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it never meant that way.&lt;br /&gt;but sorry to say, in others' eyes,&lt;br /&gt;it is apparently so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess for some things it does not take an expert to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115279007787190868?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115279007787190868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115279007787190868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-more.html' title='no more...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115202428085143510</id><published>2006-07-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:44:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling the blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after a day of work, it definitely does feel good to sweat it out. feel so unhealthy staying in air-con day-in-day-out. it's nice to take in some cool evening air to rejuvenate myself. ahhh! *indulge in the wind blowing into my face* let me say again... it feels DARN good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this nice nice weather let me indulge in a world of my own. pacing myself as each piece of metal zoom pass me rushing back to the square room. it does not matter to me what was going on in each of the little glass windows litted in that tall concrete pillar. all i care about was the continuous steps i took as i danced to the music playing in my ears through the familiar path which i jog each time i feel like. i never say i was a religious health freak. i'm more like a i-feel-like-and-i-do sorta person. well and tt explains why i never slims down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that aside. as i was pushing myself to go the distance, old memories can't help but flow down the vessel up there. i have yet realised again how promises are just worthless words forming hopes which slowly fades as the cruel hand of time wipes away as it moves along. it is such a pity. i'm appalled by the casual way some people say things without meaning it. it just makes people more skeptical as the days pass. and if they do remember, the world is round. what goes around will come back and smack them right in the face. by then, i will say: you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i've been reading tuesdays with morrie. it's an excellent book. i must say i appreciate it better than five people you meet in heaven. well i have placed these 2 books on my 'wanted' list. go read it if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115202428085143510?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115202428085143510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115202428085143510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-blues.html' title='feeling the blues'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115179284240906751</id><published>2006-07-02T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T06:27:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just finish watching the brazil vs france match. such a great disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brazil boys didn't exactly live up to expectations. totally off-form. well i guess they were over-complacent. tonight there were no brilliant samba dribbles from them, no back-leg passing to trick the opponent. most of the time, they were trying to their best to get hold of the ball. ronaldo wasn't even close to getting any shots. brazil couldn't even get past the france defence line. poop, they were bad. their only chance to a goal was when ronaldino had that free kick. blah! bad bad team... so upset!!! brazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiilllllllll, you let me down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right this world cup, it's over for me. no more excitement to watch the rest when my favourite team is out. such a pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, can't deny that france played well. in fact, they were good. their defence were strong. their attack was unbearable. brazil's defence... is atrocious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brazil...brazil...brazil....why!!!gosh!now i have to wait for another 4 years...pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115179284240906751?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115179284240906751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115179284240906751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-goes.html' title='there goes...'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115174734254383700</id><published>2006-07-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:49:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the hols</title><content type='html'>late nights&lt;br /&gt;fifa world cup&lt;br /&gt;21st birthday celebrations&lt;br /&gt;mahjong&lt;br /&gt;sleep-in&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;chilling out at cafe&lt;br /&gt;laying on the bed doing just about nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's pretty much what holidays bring&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lovin every min of it&lt;br /&gt;pictures up soon (i'll try *winks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115174734254383700?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115174734254383700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115174734254383700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/loving-hols.html' title='loving the hols'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115102597226010940</id><published>2006-06-23T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:26:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phoneless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i forgot my phone. how convenient. but i must say without a phone, i feel less burdened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, you no longer have the responsibility to take care of the valuable, be it one hundred, two or three. you no need to carry a handful of things like ur wallet and ur phone etc etc. when you go for lunch. plus there is no obligation to make sure calls are answered and messages replied. perhaps it's just me, the habit of having to get back to the caller almost immediately is enhanced in me. also there is no need to be disappointed if say you were to expect phone calls or messages from others especially when that do not happen. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my philosophy: what you don't know, doesn't hurt.&lt;/span&gt; another thing is you can finally concentrate in conversing with others. there is no need to check the cell to see if someone called or risk getting interrupted when you are in the midst of an engrossed discussion. however sometimes, a phone call does save your ass if say, you're in a terrible date? laughs. horrible me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today, i shall leave that piece of cold metal laying in the comfort of my unmade bed to rest in peace. amen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates...hopefully soon. dada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115102597226010940?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115102597226010940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115102597226010940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/phoneless.html' title='phoneless'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115073125955362844</id><published>2006-06-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:34:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tv dramas always relight the beam of hope in the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;that must be the reason why it is loved by all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115073125955362844?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115073125955362844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115073125955362844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/tv-dramas-always-relight-beam-of-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115071104599069539</id><published>2006-06-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:57:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weekend seems to fly by so fast...somehow i feel that i am already in the 3rd week of my hols when actually it's just the beginning...so yeah i have 'gain' time weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my driving lesson today...one more lesson and i can book my test date...*can't wait can't wait*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i realised the cab drivers are like getting younger, maybe in the early thirties?or perhaps men are looking younger these days. o well, but the taxi driver i saw today, hmmm looks pretty young and tanned...tsk tsk!like a young man which is a rare sight coz usually you get uncle drivers. plus he reminds me of someone. charming isn't it?next time take trans cab k...the one with the red at the side 'winks'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115071104599069539?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115071104599069539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115071104599069539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-seems-to-fly-by-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115043038440377195</id><published>2006-06-16T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:59:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tea and its wonderful caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;once again...i'm suffering from the mind-waking effect that Mr Tea brings =( its caffeine seems to release its almighty grace and poor me suffer from it!argh!it's killing me...work today seems so so so so long...ends at 9.30pm...still have 9 more hours to go...oh man!what can be worse than just having 2 hours of sleep the night before &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sobs sobs sobs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i want to be lull to sleep...please?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115043038440377195?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115043038440377195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115043038440377195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/tea-and-its-wonderful-caffeine.html' title='tea and its wonderful caffeine'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115027195311884465</id><published>2006-06-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:59:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exams are finally over...phweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun can start kicking in haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to be accomplished...my license, salsa classes, shopping, meeting up with friends, plan D, bumming, so many shows to watch etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, lemme catch on my slumber first 'yawns'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115027195311884465?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115027195311884465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115027195311884465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-115004632866582142</id><published>2006-06-12T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:23:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's when i love you</title><content type='html'>When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Just that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause you lost a game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because the movie, it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you a little more each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;That look that u give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-115004632866582142?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115004632866582142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/115004632866582142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='that&apos;s when i love you'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114909748640475008</id><published>2006-06-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:15:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could</title><content type='html'>...i would want to lie under the starry night and let the stars watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i would paint the world with your face, it just makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i would throw away all my thoughts and run through a field of lavender till i'm breathless, collapse down on the soft bed of flowers and engulfed in the aroma which lulls me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i would hold you close and tight, tell you how much you mean to me and that i never want to let you go coz your hugs just feel so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i would brave the rain and storm and the tears that were to follow on the day when i have to leave you for the one and final time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would rather i need not do all that.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i wish that i can turn back time, till the day when i never knew of your existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114909748640475008?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114909748640475008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114909748640475008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-i-could.html' title='if i could'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114866095561173242</id><published>2006-05-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:29:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i swear i freaking hell won't change my number again. the whole process of notifying others is treacherous. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can some ppl keep changing and changing numbers? godlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114866095561173242?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114866095561173242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114866095561173242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-swear-i-freaking-hell-wont-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114856984121574277</id><published>2006-05-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:10:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;verdict day has arrived...&lt;br /&gt;what was once, has to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114856984121574277?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114856984121574277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114856984121574277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/verdict-day-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114800629671941223</id><published>2006-05-19T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:38:16.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;expecting...waiting...*hears static*...no not mine -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...wait...&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...wait...wait&lt;br /&gt;wait...wait...wait...wait...wait...&lt;br /&gt;*continues waiting*&lt;br /&gt;pouts *LOUD static*&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;you make my day =)&lt;br /&gt;make me smile silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114800629671941223?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114800629671941223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114800629671941223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/expecting.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114788165497270355</id><published>2006-05-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:00:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a wonder how a little text message can make me feel warm and fuzzy inside&lt;br /&gt;each time i see it, it make me look like a silly dope&lt;br /&gt;but more importantly it adds a little curve onto my face&lt;br /&gt;and i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114788165497270355?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114788165497270355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114788165497270355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-wonder-how-little-text-message-can.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114767311138927149</id><published>2006-05-15T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:05:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/640/collage3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  oily sweaty us embossed with sunshine smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114767311138927149?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767311138927149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767311138927149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/oily-sweaty-us-embossed-with-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114767300647627277</id><published>2006-05-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:03:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/640/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  at the ice cream parlour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114767300647627277?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767300647627277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767300647627277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-ice-cream-parlour.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114767278364919823</id><published>2006-05-15T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:59:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/640/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  more funny faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114767278364919823?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767278364919823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114767278364919823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-funny-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114762025183001315</id><published>2006-05-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:24:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/640/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  the girls and me making funny faces =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114762025183001315?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114762025183001315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114762025183001315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/girls-and-me-making-funny-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114723684800525394</id><published>2006-05-10T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:54:08.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a quote from my favourite show... Runaway Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0096836"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;Maggie Carpenter&lt;/a&gt;: Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was... well. Anyway, I have sorta a technical question. I've been having bad thoughts, really bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006610/"&gt;Priest Brian&lt;/a&gt;: Of an impure nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;Maggie Carpenter&lt;/a&gt;: No, No, I want to destroy this man's life, career everything. I want revenge. Now on a sins scale how bad is that? Can I Hail Mary my way out of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so apt. suits what i'm feeling right now. i think i am ten times worse off though. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114723684800525394?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114723684800525394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114723684800525394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-thoughts.html' title='bad thoughts'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114717074817364381</id><published>2006-05-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:32:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every bit of me don't feel good. my bones are feeling way too heavy that's why i can't seem to move my ass away from my com and go get ready to shower. ARGH!!! now i wish i can go back to being a child when my mum would perhaps scream and shout and drag me into the shower and help me shower...tt'll be nice! i can just sit there and not move... and wait to be serve muahahahaha! but i can't go out on my own there... so abolish that thought *wipes it away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen those kids who throw tantrums in the malls coz they can't get things their way? i feel like doing that. i'm just being a baby, shame on me. lemme whine and bah my moodiness away. it's not working though. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever...boo boo pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114717074817364381?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114717074817364381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114717074817364381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/every-bit-of-me-dont-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114683027959928818</id><published>2006-05-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:57:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i pass my final! i pass my final! i pass my final! i pass my final! i pass my final!&lt;br /&gt;*attempts to do the boogie dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right all right...at least i'm one step closer to the actual driving test weeeee!gogogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aja aja fighting!yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114683027959928818?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114683027959928818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114683027959928818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-pass-my-final-i-pass-my-final-i-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114680957715075374</id><published>2006-05-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:12:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first fruit day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my new work place, there have this monthly tradition...fruit day! my first fruit of the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114680957715075374?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114680957715075374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114680957715075374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-fruit-day.html' title='my first fruit day'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114680932512624214</id><published>2006-05-05T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:08:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice eyes!!! *blink blink* - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/1600/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3285/566/320/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the middle of the night, this young lady woke up and was infected with a vani-licious disease and start whoring with the camera hehe! I love my lashes... woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114680932512624214?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114680932512624214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114680932512624214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice-eyes-blink-blink-part-2.html' title='nice eyes!!! *blink blink* - Part 2'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387703.post-114667179975543498</id><published>2006-05-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:56:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>never have i felt so damn tired before...it's like my spine could no longer support my back...oh my!today had my first C shift...it's like from 8.30am - 9.30pm...with one hour lunch break in btw...i tell you, i rather be walking around than sitting down...it's terrible!!!horrendous!!!luckily had msn to keep me company...if not i would have rot from boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is...i FREAKING HELL had enough of cabs!!!!these few days i have no affinity with them at all...can never get them!!!irritating to the core...stupid cabs!!!grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387703-114667179975543498?l=hereinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114667179975543498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387703/posts/default/114667179975543498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereinmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>just me in my world</name><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></entry></feed>
